Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140811160952/@comment-5583506-20140813010533

(Bigby Wolf from Fables? Haven't played the game yet. Was thinking more in line of Fenrir however. Also, thanks Apollo!)

When Varg came back to his regular form Mara rushed out to embrace him. "Hey, easy!" he shouted as she was burying her fingers in his gaping wound.

"You won!" she said smiling all along. "I told you it would work if you used your half blood powers! Ehum, whatever those was..."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's not often I am met with this sort enthusiasm from witnesses though", he answered. "They tend to run the other way."

"I had doubts about my own bravery there, to be honest. But you won! That's all that matters!"

Draven met up with him a while after the pit had been emptied on spectators. "Uhm, outlander. So where did you... you know?"

"Know what?" said Varg irritably as he was still mad at him for the rigged trial.

"Where did you learn such dark magics?"

"It's not magic", replied Varg. "It's called heritage. Learn the difference, you bastard. Can I ask you where you learned to pull foul play out of your ass?"

"Look, I know we weren't supposed to kill you." His voice suddenly turned very vague. "But the truth is I have never killed anything in my entire life. My father thinks I am a joke and unfit to be an Ashkhan after him. I had to kill you so that he would think there was something fierce in me, you know?"

Varg answered his apology by shoving his knuckles into the Dunmer's face. "Man the fuck up, would you?! You wanted to kill me for that? If you possess such low cunning, you don't deserve to be an Ashkhan indeed!"

Varg turned his back on the leader of the warriors and stormed off to the tent where Mara stayed together with the wise woman.