![]() For he was gifted at birth by Hircine, the Daedric Prince of the Hunt, the father of Werecreatures and man beasts that roam every corner in Tamriel itself. Even if the man was dangerous and a threat, Kraven was able to hold his own. Did he commit them? Did he kill those men? What savagery is this!?. Far off, Kraven saw a man dumping the bodies in the river. Kraven seeked out the smell of bleeding flesh, allowing the scent to guide him towards his wanted destination. That was a problem, this full moon, kraven was forced to kill many innocents as possible.īesides the smell of sheep and mud and rain, something else was in the air. Clothes were meaningless, they would rip apart every fullmoon or every time Kraven changes. Kraven had alot of gold, alot of fancy clothing and outfit.fancy furniture and a ruined manor nearby. But Kraven and few others knew well this is far from the truth. Many call Kraven a poor man, a beggar, a savage poor insigificant nothing.thats what Kraven started out with, even at a young age when in slavery at Morrowind. Kraven wore a Blacksmith's pants, a Highwayman's Shirt and Doeskin Shoes. The man cares for his animals, just as Kraven cares for his pack. Ahead, he saw a man guiding his sheep to the pen, due to the heavy rain, the man doubled his impatient efforts to quickly go back inside. Kraven dismissed the thoughts, he knew well to never look back.because the past is a wilderness of horror. Memories flooded his mind just as the rain flooded the ground. Sadly.too much as been happening and more and more hunter's are on his tail. To him, it felt appropiate to get caught under the clouds.he was in a bad mood. The downpour of the rain fell upon Kraven, his long hair dropping small drops of rain. Hercine may have created it to do his bidding, but I see it both ways"~Kraven Dessel There are ones, who learned to live with it, to use it for something else. These are the doomed ones, the ones who see the disease as a curse. The Werewolf abhors its monstrous form and repents from the nefarious deeds he has commited by night. An attack by the Werewolf most surely ends in a savage death, although its bite can pass the curse to even the purest of man-tranforming him into a carnivorous fanged beast. Man by day, bloodthirsty creature by the full moon. He wondered if there were the citizens of leyawiin had ever met a werewolf before? ![]() they had yet to truly encounter one of his kind. he shook his head if they thought witches were evil he let out a wolfish chuckle. not all of them were 'evil' bu then again peoples conceptions of such things are ridiculous. his brother alive and wanting him dead over something so trivial.Īnd the blasted witch who helped him survive wasn't anywhere near here she was in hiding. sadly he missed having a pack, and that one man helped him, even though he knew what he was. it wasn't the full moon just yet tonight but it was approaching. he had on a pair of pants he took form one of the sacks he found littering the place.they were a bit tight, but it would work till his own pants were dried. and the fire shouldn't feel so good but it was poring rain, and moved the large tent closer to the fire so some of the heat would warm his cloths. it was the middle of the day, he knew that. he sat in front of the large roaring fire that was situated in the camp. the slaughter fish sure as hell enjoyed the meal. Iason sat down one more time after he was done. He sighed he might as well do it so it doesn't stink the bodies are to old for anythign other than slaughter fish food. its not that Leyawiin stopped the flow of water at all. he was thinking about dragging the bodies to the Nibinean river. someone had come threw and killed apparently bandits. he looked over to the bodies littering the camp. Iason sat there a moment before taking off his wet shirts, seriously times like these. he grumbled something about the weather always being rain in this part of the country. He sat himself down under the tend with a plop he was soaked.
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