Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140816182744/@comment-5583506-20140818003319

Sidion snorted and took flight from the alcove, soaring out through the window and heading towards the mainland.

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"It's moving!"

"No, it's not, you dumbass!"

He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and out of focus.

"I am telling you that fucking thing is moving!"

"It's not! Look at all the blood around it! Fucker must have bled out gallons, at least... But by Azura, that's the biggest wolf I have ever seen."

He grunted and slowly moved his head. The two Dunmer in front of him jumped a couple of steps back.

"See! I told you it's moving! Let's get out of here!"

Varg slowly raised his body, but collapsed to the ground as his legs wouldn't carry him.

"It's wounded, whatever it is", assured the braver one of the Dunmer. "I don't think it has much time left."

"W-where am I?" echoed the wolf.

The two Dunmer stood as frozen and grew pale in both their faces.

"Silas? Did that wolf just speak?" said the more cowardly of them.

"I-I don't know, Nedas", answered the Dunmer who apparently was his brother. "But it surely moving, I will give you that."

"Please", grunted the wolf with a deep and demanding voice as it tried to get a sure footholding. "I need to know!"

"Fuck this, I am out of here!" spat Nedas.

"No, wait!" roared the wolf and put his paw over both of them, but not hard enough to crush them.

"Gaah! He will eat us, Silas! It's been nice knowing you, brother!"

"I agree, may Nerevar guide your soul, Nedas!"

"Shut up the both of you!" growled the wolf. "Urgh, you are giving me such a headache you probably wouldn't be nutritious at all! I will not eat you, but I do need to know where exactly I am!"

"The main road to Mournhold", said Silas and was quivering like a leaf. "W-was it you that killed all the Dremoras?"

The wolf nodded and removed his paws from them. "Yeah, that was me. Bastards tried to take someone precious from me and I fought them off."

"And this precious of yours was by chance your female mate who might sneak around here in search for Dunmer snacks?" said Silas and gave him a nervous smile.

Varg glared at them with an unamused look. "Or I might just reconsider not killing you? But yes, it was a female. A young Nord woman with long black hair! Have you seen her?"

They both shook their heads. "Nope, haven't seen anyone like that around here."

"Dammit!" snarled the wolf and kicked away a rock, but collapsed when he felt a sting in his leg. It was only until now he became of all the wounds he had been dealt with during the fight. All sorts of weapons were buried in his body and the wounds were still flowing with blood.

"Are you gonna be okay?" asked Nedas and carefully approached the downed wolf.

"No!" spat the wolf and blood came flying out of his mouth. "I am slowly, but surely dying. I nearly died before and I have no intention of going back!"

"Do you need any help?" Nedas continued. His brother Silas gave him a look that asked his brother whether he still had his mind intact. "Our village isn't far from here. If you are strong enough to follow us there, our healers might fix you up?"

Varg slowly nodded with his head. "Why would you help a monster like me?"

Nedas gazed out over the road towards Mournhold. The city stood still and threatingly in the horizon and in front of it was an entire battlefield where thousands upon thousands of Dremora lay slain.

"Because even if you were perhaps just fighting for this precious one of yours, you unwittingly saved our village from a fate worse than death..."