Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140602182754/@comment-24942837-20140613221649

"Not how my lycanthropy worked. I was in a small little town speaking to its elders when werewolves attacked. I didn't kill 'em, but I didn't keep them conscious. Most of the townspeople got out. I didn't. They bit me enough every surviving werewolf could have done so. Twice. They left me for dead, but I didn't follow those orders. I lived as a starving savage for 4 years. I'd gone insane.

"I'd approached Morthal, unknowningly through all of Skyrim, and they shot me in the streets. I woke up chained to a table that held me and a mage getting some potion ready. I tried moving, but it resisted. Before I knew it I had someone holding my mouth open and pouring a liquid down my throat. I even managed to break a hand chain and swiped at the bottle. About a quarter was still in it, but for the first time in almost half a decade I could think clearly, without voices and pain in my head.

"Somehow I managed to break free and run, but once I stopped, I couldn't turn anymore when I pleased. I tried, but nothing worked. Next night was a full moon, and I turned again. But it was different. I was free to spend the night how I pleased. So I hunted enough to last me the rest of the month, and I did that for a year. As time passed, I regained some control over it, but only about 75% of the time. So, I still have the perks of a werewolf, and the perks of a man again."