Freyr Mer-Killer
Wilds of Cyrodiil North of the Imperial City
Night
Freyr was frantically chasing after the wolf that stole his meal. He could barely see with only the starlight there to illuminate the night sky. Freyr's long legs launched him forth, but the wolf was too fast. Freyr's stamina was fading fast, and the weight of his body pounding on his feet began to be too much. Eventually Freyr stopped running. The wolf was long gone.
Damnit! That's what I get for that little detour. I forgot to pack provisions, and now I have no meal for tonight.
Freyr wandered around for a couple of minutes looking for a place to sleep, but the area he was in didn't provide any shelter, and it was starting to rain. Seeing no other choice, Freyr plopped down under the nearest tree he could find, and attempted to sleep.
I'll just stay here until daybreak. Then I'll resume my hunt for deer. If I'm lucky I may even find a bear. I wonder what Alix is doing...surely Phenix wouldn't...na, they just met. Maybe if this were Skyrim, but this isn't Skyrim. For once, I'm glad for that. Otherwise, I'd have finished him off rather than risk him being with Phenix while I was gone. But then again, she's not exactly like the other women around here. If she chooses to bed him, then that is her choice. In the end, I'll be the one to win her heart. And the one to rip his.
Freyr finally succumbed to the ever increasing weight of his eyelids and allowed himself to fade into unconsciousness, forcing the thoughts of Phenix and Alix from his mind.
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Huh? What the hell was that?
Freyr bolted up from the tree and drew his axes instinctively. Darting his eyes from left to right, Freyr waited to see if he would hear another howl. His back to the trees with his axes drawn forward, Freyr held his eyes closed, listening...waiting....
The sound was coming from the right, deeper within the forest. It was only one wolf. Maybe the same one from before. No other wolf answered this one's call. Freyr took the opportunity up and quickly ran for the location with his axes sheathed and his bow drawn once more.
When Freyr nears the sounds of the howling, he sees the wolf in the middle of an open area of the forest. A male, waiting with Freyr's rabbit, howling at the night sky.
All mine...and a wolf pelt to go with it....
As Freyr sat crouched, and slowly notching his arrow to his hunters bow, he hear another howl from behind him very nearby. Freyr jumped from the shock of the noise, and accidentally shot his arrow at the wolf, but it went too high. The arrow soared clear from his intended target, and the wolf bolted around from the surprise of his companion's howl and his persuer being right behind him. The wolf let out a deep menacing growl that sent shivers down Freyr's spine, and the wolf behind him gave one to match. Freyr ran out in the clearing and backed up to a rocky hill that formed part of a cave that Freyr guessed must have been their den. Stepping from the shadows of the forest, the wolf behind Freyr was finally clearly visible. It was a beautiful yet terrifying white female wolf with piercing blue eyes.
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Wow..it's eyes are bright blue. Even more so than the ice of Atmora. Female. These two must be mates.
The other wolf ran next to it's mate, and continued it's snarling as the pair began to walk closer and closer to their new prey.
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Freyr could tell that they were very hungry. Judging from the white one, Freyr guessed that they came from around Bruma and they couldn't find food, so they pushed down south.
Well you won't be making a meal out of me. I bite back.
As Freyr got ready to take on the hungry wolves, he saw a large dark figure come barging through the forest. Before Freyr could mentally ask what it could be, the large figure stood up on it's hind legs and let out a heavy huffing growl that that sent shivers down his spine as well as the wolves spines. Freyr looked on in amazement as the wolves actually turned around and backed up towards him to face the bear.
Are they protecting me? Or just protecting their dinner? This thing must have heard the howls and decided to investigate. If he came after wolves he must be quite hungry. Well, I wanted a bear...
After a few more seconds of the animals exchanging growls, the wolves dashed towards the grizzly with amazing speed and agility, crisscrossing paths as they did. The male wolf ran straight forward and dodged the bear's swipe and dashed for it's back leg, sinking it's wretched teeth into it's flesh. The white one jumped on it's back and started clawing at it, sinking her fangs into the back of it's kneck. Thrashing around, the bear started swinging it's large body around, and managed to hit the female wolf's body into a tree. Then it sent a quick claw swipe at her when she tried to get up, and it knocked her unconscious and bloodied into the tree. The male let go of his grasp on the bear's leg and dashed in front of his mate, fearlessly facing down the bear even though he had no chance of killing it.
This is my chance. Even though that thing was gonna kill me, I can't let them die. Heh, I'm a svcker for love. Besides, a bear is a better prize then wolf pelt.
Freyr once again notched his arrow, and sent the head flying into the bear's large furry rump. The bear cried out in pain, and turned around to face him. The large fat mound of fur started stampeding his way towards the young warrior, and when it got close, Freyr dived to the side just before it swiped at him, and he buried his left axe into it's flesh. Afterwards, Freyr pulled the axe out and backed up, getting ready for the next charge.
The bear and Freyr paced around in a circle for a while, staring into it's brown eyes as it stayed transfixed on him. He didn't see evil or anger. All he could see in the bear's eyes was dull hunger. Nothing else right now drove it.
Freyr looked to the right while he continued to walk in a circle with the bear, his axes raised, and he could see the wolf trying to wake up it's mate. It's sorrowful whimpering made Freyr equally as sorrowful for the male wolf, which pissed Freyr off and wiped out all fear he had of the bear. This made Freyr make the first move. Freyr savagely launched his right axe from his hand, and the weapon buried itself into the fat shoulder into it's soft flesh. Freyr quickly ran away in the opposite direction, and dashed for a low hanging branch.
The grizzly came hurling into the tree to try and knock Freyr from off the branch. Freyr who was standing straight up lost his balance and fell on the bear's back facing down. Holding onto it's fur which wreaked of dirt, mud and fecal matter, Freyr pulled himself forward as the bear stood up, and he yanked his other axe out of it's shoulder, and he jumped away before the animal clawed him off. When the bear's back was turned, to Freyr's surprise, the male wolf came hurling iowards the bear, and sidelined it by tackling it's head and sinking it's teeth into the bear's neck while standing on it's back, using it's paws to hold on. Freyr quickly used the distraction to finish the bear off. Freyr took two arrows from his quiver and charged straight into it. The bear stood up once more, so Freyr dashed to the side, and ran up to a large nearby rock. Using the rock, Freyr jumped off of it and launched his body towards the wild beast, grasping both arrows in each hand, and he then brought them down, straight into the eyes of his wild foe.
The bear having it's brain pierced through it's eyes instantly toppled over, as did Freyr from fatigue. As he lay there, he wondered what the male wolf would do now, now that their common foe lay dead. The wolf got down from the bear and completely ignored Freyr, choosing to sit by the white wolf until she woke.
Well, so far so good. Hey...I have an idea!
Freyr walked over to the pair of wolves and stuck his hand out to check the white one's breathing, but before he could, the male nipped at his fingers, and began savagely growling again.
Ok, I'll try something else.
Freyr went back over to the dead bear, and started cutting off it's fur, taking no measures to preserve the fur, as it was already too mangled for decoration, and there was no use for fur in armor here in Cyrodiil. Instead, he cut away the fur and saved enough skin to use as a makeshift sack to carry the bear meat. After stuffing the sack with enough meat for the shop and themselves, Freyr, who was amazed that the wolf hadn't came over at the smell of the fresh cut meat took a large slab of it and brought it to the wolf. The wolf couldn't resist it's hunger anymore and greedily started picking away at the flesh. Freyr waited for a while til he was sure that the wolf ate to his fill, before he tried again to check the female wolf's breathing. It was rather faint, but it was there, and she was somewhat awake when he checked.
I can't believe this is happening! Lady Mara, you have truly blessed me!
Freyr remembering that the wolf was theorized to represent Mara in Ancient Atmora took the white wolf as a sign that her blessing of love was on him. He picked the female wolf up wih the sack of meat in tow, and whistled to the male wolf to follow him. Amazingly, it actually complied. Freyr made his way back to the Imperial City with more than enough meat and two new companions in tow.
Don't worry, white one. We'll get you to a healer and you'll be as good as new. You are going to make me a very happy young man indeed. But you must hold on, for your mate's sake and mine.