Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140714131430/@comment-10197675-20140805113233



Meanwhile within the past a pack of wolves, as well as one boy awakened in a forest …

The boy opened his eye’s waking up to another plentiful Skyrim dawn, the sun shone through the gaps of the pines above creating rays of light. One ray shone straight into the boys eyes temperately blinding him, thus the boy slowly rolled over and got up of the ground, the boy had quite strange features, his teeth appeared to be sharper than any usual Nord, however he was no vampire the sun did not affect his skin, also his hair was long and ragged, and he wore only tattered rags that barley covered his rather skinny body. The boy’s kin surrounded him, each adult was either sitting down on the ground whining/grumbling, whilst each pup roughly played with one another awaiting their breakfast. Next to the boy sat a large and wise white wolf, blatantly leader of the pack, the boy listened to its gentle panting as it watched over its restless pack. The white wolf then gradually stood up of the ground mildly growling trying to gain the attention of its pack… but there was still restless throughout them, so forth the white wolf let out a loud and clear bark and there was immediate silence within the pack. The wolf then glared across the pack of wolfs, its eyes glittered in the sunlight and its large and robust legs portrayed the wolf’s power. His set of teeth were sharp and extremely dangerous. The boy stared at the side of the white wolfs face and astonishment grew over the wolfs shear force and control over the pack. And his dominance showed as no other wolf dared to retaliate or wrong the white wolf. The white wolf started to gradually lift its head up as it let out a vulgar howl, which sounded over the hills and trees of the Falkreath hold. This howl signaled to the pack that the hunt was to begin, as each one of them yearned for breakfast. And so forth as the howl faded the white wolf bolted forwards and of into the woods, followed by its pack including the boy, who did surprisingly well to keep up with the wolves.

The white wolf now had the scent of the prey; a large and quite sturdy stag was now in the wolf’s sights and as the stag lifted its head up hearing the pounding paws of many a wolf closing in, it jolted forwards careering of into the woods only fear kept it away from the hunt that shrewd behind it. However this stag could not escape what now chased it, for too much courage and moral leaked from the pack behind the fleeing stag. And as the stag threaded in and out the pines and ferns the pounding paws of the pack behind it seemed to get increasingly closer. So forth the stag quickly changed direction hoping to trick the wolves, but unfortunately for the stag this did not fool the white wolf as it leaned into the turn through the trees catching up with its prey, some of the more clumsy of the pack may have failed the abrupt change in direction, but the boy did not and so forth him and the sharper of the wolfs shadowed the white wolf in the chase of the large stag, of which now it slowly started to tire, as it lost some of its speed, therefore this gave the pack the chance to close the gap between their prey increasingly more. The stag then quickly blasted ahead as fear fueled its legs, the stag past through a steam, slightly slowing it, but as it exited it shot of once more escaping the predators that chased from behind, not afflicted by the water the wolves ploughed through the stream, each one growled and yapped as they started to close in once more on the stag which was hesitantly slowing. The stag sensed that the wolves were closing in, so in a panicked way it tried to quickly change direction again, but this time the white wolf was ready for the turn as it quickly leaned right, in which it headed directly for the stag, leaping into the air the white wolf opened its mouth showing a menacing look upon its face, suddenly the stag then felt a large wolf thump into the side of its torso this immediately knocked the stag of its feet as both prey and predator hurtled through the air, the white wolf had its piercing teeth burrowed into the side of the stags neck and as the stag bashed against the ground with the large white wolf thudding down on top of it blood started to rain down from its neck, the stag bleated and struggled as the wolf held it down on the ground increasing the force of its bite, small movements in the stags legs showed its final efforts as it tried to escape and as the pack started to close in on its prey the final murmurs of life drained out of the stags weary body, as death slowly started to greet it. The pack then started to rip the stag apart limb from limb; this included the boy, Wolfsgaurd, as he is known in the future, who also burrowed his pointed teeth into the stag’s leg, ripping the meat of the bone before grinding it apart and swallowing it.

The sun then started to slowly rise as midday approached and the pack still feasted on there well deserved breakfast…