Private Call Of The Wild [18+]

[Neverwin]

"Shor's Divine ass," Valkyra, a regular blasphemer, breathed, her eyes widening slightly. This was her first time witnessing the transformation of another werewolf. Her first encounter with a werewolf had been with one that was already transformed, and she had never seen one afterwards nor had she ever seen herself transform. She narrowly avoided being sliced open by Kir's claws. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart hammered wildly. She snarled at the beast, sounding more feral than ever... and her eyes carried a wild, untamed gleam. Her transformation was quick. A shifting of bones, a growing of red-brown fur and horribly sharp claws. Razor sharp teeth flashed in the light.

While the Bosmer's beast form far outclassed his own size, Valkyra's beast form did not. Even so, her beast form added a couple of feet to her height, which still made her a little smaller than him but helped. Fury and the urge to dominate overtook her. She was beyond any kind of human reasoning at the moment. She leapt at the other werewolf, her teeth intent on getting at his throat.

 

[Kir the Silent]

He spun avoiding her bite, spinning around his claws grabbed her sides. Her beast thrashed in his massive arms, but he managed to sink his fangs into her shoulder. Her blood filled the beasts mouth. Before he could finish her off she spun around and raked his side with her claws. Not mortal, but enough to draw blood and make the beast rage more.

He slammed his claws into the ground where she had been just a moment before. While Kir's inner beast was pure power and massive, she was far more agile and swift. She came from behind and managed to rake his back before he spun, slamming a massive arm into her chest. She went flying and hit a tree hard, but was on the attack again almost instantly. She went for his throat but he caught her, holding her over his head. He slammed her down with massive strength. He readied his claw to finish her, but she bit his leg savagely. Howling with rage and fury. She retreated

 

[Neverwin]

Her mouth was filled with the blood of the other werewolf, and the sharp scent of it made her sensitive nose tingle. She had fallen back a little bit and was watching the other werewolf, not with human intelligence but with animal intelligence. She started to circle around him, much like a predator would, ignoring her own bleeding wounds for the moment despite the pain. She looked for the best way to go in for the kill. She was snarling at him softly and was posed to attack at any moment.

 

[Kir the Silent]

The beast roared loud and feral, shaking the small clearing. It's muscles tensed and rippled as it clenched it's razor claws. Never once had another attacked him, this was his hunting grounds and this bitch was trespassing. Had attacked him and spilt blood. Kir wrestled with his inner beast, this was the first time he had ever lost control. He had no way to influence the beast's actions this time. He could only offer thoughts. The beast was filled with rage and bloodlust, it thought with bestial intelligence on how to attack. She was small, but fast. He snarled and barred his fangs in a fearsome display. Before grabbing the fallen tree and hurling the large log at her, with all his bestial strength.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Nadir wandered around curiously. Where had Kir wandered off to, exactly? She thought it was awful foolish to leave a stranger in the home, even if they had been quite friendly with each other... After checking around everywhere she could, Nadir decided to check outside; maybe he has gotten into some trouble, as Bosmer usually did...

The sun was fully out now, and it felt nice on her skin. She carried her bow on her back and trotted out into the open, keeping an ear open for any signs of trouble. It didn't take long at all for the sounds of combat to reach her...not just any combat, though. There was roaring, and snarling...

"Weres."

She broke into a full sprint and headed in the direction of the commotion and found the two fighters quickly. The scene before her brought her feet to a grinding halt as she clapped eyes on the biggest, most unusual-looking were she had ever seen... He was large, VERY large, standing at what Nadir was sure was eight feet tall. However, that was nothing compared to his most distinguishing mark: a pure white stripe that ran it's way from the top of his head to the tip of his tail.

"Impossible..."

Nadir's word came out as a airy whisper as she could not believe what she was seeing. There was no Beast alive that bore any white markings, yet here one was, in broad daylight, no less! She quickly climbed a nearby tree and watched the battle. The other were, exponentially smaller that the white-were was definitely giving it a run for it's money...she sniffed the air, trying to decide genders; the larger one was definitely a male, but the smaller one, she wasn't so sure. It did smell of a female, but it carried a strong, husky musk that only males had... She watched. Being too weak at the moment to call her own Beast, she would settle for seeing this fight play out and maybe, just maybe she would take on the victor.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Muld wandered around the empty keep. Where had Kir gone? He had been sent back to tell Daran and Sarli of a guest, but no one had been here. He heard splashing by the keep but they had left before he had arrived. He almost caught Kir on the way out of the gates but he was moving to fast and Muld was too tired to teleport. He sat in his little room, which used to be a large fire place, eating a leg of goat roast. "Well he may not be a fellows scamp...but he can cooks!"

Suddenly footsteps passed his 'room.' It was the stranger they had found in the clearing. Probably beings nosy, he thought. But as she left the keep he decided to follow. He had nothing better to do at the moment. He put on his small nordic helm, that still slipped over his eyes at times, and grabbed 'Rabbit-Slayer.' As the sounds of battle became clear she sprinted ahead and climbed a tree. Muld casually teleported behind her in time to her her say, "Impossible..."

"What is impossibles?" Muld asked suddenly, have been hidden behind her this whole time.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

When she heard the tiny voice, she flinched, but didn't fall off her branch. She looked around, then down, and raised a brow. It was a little monster-like thing...a...deadra? She looked at it in awe, hardly daring to believe it. She reached out and poked it in the tiny helmet it wore...

It was quite comical.

 

[Kir the Silent]

"Hey!" He managed to grab his hel and rearrange it so he could see. "Don't do that again or I'll get Rabbit-Slayer!" He patted the iron dagger as menacingly as he could, squinting his eyes. He was very serious with an unamused face. He didn't like people messing with his helm. "It's not nice, anyways you must be the ones Kir found. I'm Muld, his friends I suppose one would say. I'm bound to him in this life. But at least he's kind and respectfuls of me. Treats me like, how did he says? A 'little brother?' Anyways..." He looked down to the clearing and whistled slow at the animalistic battle raging below. "Wow, sometimes I forget how powerfuls he is. And the whites is spreading...that could be bad...or good I guess."

 

[Neverwin]

Getting slammed into with a log that size probably would've been a death sentence, werewolf or not. She threw herself at the ground, then scrambled to her feet as soon as the log had sailed overhead and smashed into some bushes behind her. She gave a howl and charged at the other werewolf. She was not quite heavy or muscular enough to tackle down the much larger werewolf, and so... she rebounded off of him and started circling him again.

Instinctively, she knew that she wasn't going to win the fight on sheer strength alone. Unfortunately, being limited to animal intelligence at that time made it difficult for her to figure out how she was going to take down the other werewolf. She snarled at him again.

Then, she ran and slashed at him with her claws. A hit and run. She ran in circles, zig-zags, every which way, slashing at him when she could.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Kir was trying to hit her, but she was fast. All he needed was one good hit thought and he knew he would win. She had slashed him several times, but his massive form and muscles only stung from the superficial wounds. This enraged him further as his deadly claws arced and slammed the ground. She was but stinging him, but enough stings could prove fatal. He slammed his claws down hard, sending a great deal of dirt into the air. To cloud her vision and scent. He then launched himself through the cloud of dust, claws slicing through the air for her hide.

Muld sat beside Nadir, muttering and shaking his head looking worried. "Oh...he's gettings very angry...this could get bad, if we can't calm hims and the other beast. This will get verys bad..." Muld watched the fight intensify, and grew more worried as Kir's attacks became more brutal."He warned me...things may start happenings...He's always been able to control the beast, but this looks...bad..."

 

[Neverwin]

There was a brief howling yelp when his claws managed to get her. Luckily, it was a surface wound and not as deep a gash as it could have been. She fell back into a more defensive position, snarling and snapping in his direction.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Suddenly Kir caught a new scent on the wind. Looking up into the tree he saw two figures, a small daedra and...a familiar bosmer...Kir snarled, all he cared about was the rage and bloodlust. Roaring like a hound from Oblivion he readied his attack, but still ing the back of his animalistic mind there was a strange thing...like he shouldn't attack or harm the closes morsels of food close to him. This puzzled the beast greatly, making him shift side to side. It shook its great muzzle, trying to rid these...thoughts? Instincts? He growled ferally, not directing it at anything. But still warily watching the other were.

Muld's small black eyes grew, "Lady elf you must get downs there quickly! He's trying to takes back control of himself, he doesn't want to hurts anyone!" He shoved the elf, shaking his head and speaking urgently. "He recognized you or yours smell! Maybe you can calms him!"

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Nadir was surprised when the little creature began shoving her in the small of her back, urging her to leave the relative safety of the tree.

"What on Nirn- What am I supposed to do? Throw a bone?!"

She nonetheless scampered down the tree trunk and looked around, then at the other were, then at the scamp, her brows furrowed in frustration and uncertainty.

"Well? What now?"

 

[Kir the Silent]

"Talks to hims! You know him a bit yes? We need to calm him down!" The scamp was worried and then scared when it hit him. She probably didn't know Kir well enough, didn't know anything about him or his past. If she knew anything about his hidden pain, emotions, and pass that could help but shee had just met him. Surely Kir wouldn't have shared anything with him? "Did he ever tell you anything or did you make him smile or life? Quickly before he starts to rage again!"

The beast was staring at the wood elf, she looked familiar...but the beast only hesitated for now. Slowly the bosmer was looking less familiar as she stood there silently doing nothing but looking like prey to the beast. Yet something in his mind stilled his feet, but this feeling was fading as he growled ferally at all in the clearing.

 

[Neverwin]

Valkyra noticed the Bosmer woman climb down from the tree but seemed to be ignoring her. The Bosmer was registering to her werewolf senses as something more akin to a snack than a real threat. She paid attention to the other werewolf, noticing that the Bosmer woman was distracting him. She made a few experimental steps towards him, testing to see how distracted he was.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Nadir paused. What on Nirn was this creature talking about?! She had only just met this Bosmer last night and here she was, supposed to calm him in his beast form? Certainly this was some sort of jest... Even still, the only thing she could think of was their playing in the lake, but honestly, it would have to wait.

Nadir had noticed the other were slowing approaching Kir, or what was supposed to be Kir. She wasn;t quite sure. Her golden eyes fixed on the second beast, then on Kir. She raised her brows and pointed.

"You might want to take care of that before you consider the lunch menu."

Nadie wanted to help somehow, but she had left her bow and arrows back at the keep. She silently damned herself for such a foolish decision; one should never, EVER venture into the woods without a weapon. Living amongst humans had made her quite blase...

 

[Kir the Silent]

Something clicked in the beast's mind at that. The prey's voice....was familiar? Shaking his head while simultaniously growling at the other were, it became clear and Kir had a breif moment of clarity and control. Nadir! Roaring loud enough to cause ripples on the lake behind him, he crouched and leaped hard. Flying over the other were and the prey, he hit the ground running through the forest as fast as he could. Away from...who was it? The beast was back...and the bloodlust and hunger had not calmed.

The beast turned it's head back towards the clearing, now far in the distance, but smelled a much larger group of prey a few leagues away. Like a black and white streak, much faster than he would seem considering his size, the beast howled. It was on the hunt and it's prey was close.

A lone guard walking the path to the tavern heard a howl in the night. "Damn wolves." Ignoring it he turned, the thought of being happier and warmer with a bellyfull of mead more deserving of his attentions. The farmers were bringing in the last of the crops for the day, when a child came running. "A wolf! Please help my daddy!" The child was in tears and terrified...so where the villagers of Rorikstead when the realized a beast was slaughtering any it could get it's claws on...

 

[GuardianCren1812]

It was a quiet dusk in Rorikstead, the Farmers locking up their equipment for the night and the children being called to bed. The livestock were herded into grazing yards, accompanied by wary watch dogs. Meanwhile, many of the workers spent the rest of the late hours in the Frostfruit inn, drinking singing and laughing just like Nord's should.

All but one Nord. A giant of a man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head hung down to his palms, his mind stirring with haunting of a warrior's past. It was something Crengar was used to, but still affected him in the long run, rarely getting a full nights rest. Or afternoon's. Whichever time Crengar chose to try.

Even with the young Nord farmhand he had laid with hours before, after saving her from a rampaging giant. She slept behind him soundly, her nude figure fully covered by blankets, moaning softly in her sleep through dreams of their passionate escapade.

Crengar looked over his shoulder at her, envying her peaceful rest, and admiring her beauty. He couldn't shake off that hinge of guilt though, knowing that she offered herself to him not to repay the life debt but because he had just become her "knight in shining armor." He wish he could be...but that would only endanger her for as long as the Thalmor were still hunting him. For as long as the Thalmor still existed...

He pulled his horned scale armor back on before turning to give one last look at his beautiful mistress, reaching to stroke her hair gently to give his silent goodbyes. He made sure to make his exit quick, in case her father was among the drinking men in the bar outside. One of them slapped a bottle of Black Briar in his arm, congratulating him for conquering the giant from before. He took it reluctantly; Though he never argued with a free drink, he felt this one was already paid in full by the farmer girl.

He picked up Stone-fury by the door on his way out, just in time to find a boy screaming about wolves. Crengar, without missing a beat, moved to intercept the best with a quick and thunderous foot. He stopped in his tracks, finding the largest werewolf he had ever seen with a white stripe on it's back. "Shor's blood..." Crengar mused in amazement.

Holding his axe at the ready, he charged forth with a loud roar, the axe swiping like a scythe of fire at the monsterous beast.

 

[Kir the Silent]

The beast had killed several and had feast well on the prey, when it suddenly felt a small sting. An axehad struck the beast's massive forearm...barely making a scratch. It rose to full height, blood dripping from it's maw. It's face became level with the prey's head and roared directly at this pathetic man that had dared to interrupt it's feeding. It spun and slammed a massive arm into the prey, intending to see it go flying with brutal force.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar was in shock and awe when his axe barely penetrated the hide of his new foe. Even a dragon's scales cracked under the might of Stone-fury.

He got a wake up call as he was sent flying far back, barely managing to recover before hitting the ground. He stood at a kneel, the pain in his abdomen numbed and stung under the pressure of the blow; He knew he would be feeling the pain real soon.

With a spit, Stone fury's enchantment bellowed in it's wielder's rage, the Barbarian was ready to engage the massive wolf man again with only a hinge of worry sweating his brow. "Come on!!" he taunted, patting the head of his axe in the ground.