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[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Westley had only blacked out for a few moments. He forced his eyes open, though everything was quite blurry. For some reason the streets were empty, and he didn't have the energy to scream for help. He looked up, and noticed the fighters guild hall. He remembered when he first went in there all those years ago. Azzan was kind enough to take him in. Wait, Azzan! Maybe Azzan, or someone else could help him get to the chapel, away from the scent of wine.

He forced himself to crawl across the street, but his condition was getting worse. He started seeing stars everywhere, and he felt feverish. It felt like someone was taking a warhammer and repeatedly bashing him on the head with it. He was only able to pound on the door once before blacking out on the front steps of the guildhall.

He started hearing voices, but he couldn't see anything. He could feel the breeze against his shirt and the back of his head, and he could feel the warmth of the sun. He forced his eyes back open again, but didn't have the strength to get up. A dog was sniffing him and licking his face. He tried to shove it away, but he couldn't lift his arm.

Westley snarled at the dog, and it snarled back and began barking loudly. Westley was still too dizzy to get up, and the dog was ready to attack. He was able to turn onto his back, but the dog lunged, bit into his arm, and began trying to tear it off. A rush of adrenaline shot through Westley's body, and though he was still feeling weak and dizzy, he kicked the dog in the chest as hard as he could and screamed for help.

"SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!"

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Feb 5 2013, 06:19 PM

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla heard the screech over the talk of the inn. She bolted up and ran outside, where she saw Westley on the ground, a dog attached to his arm. She straddled the dog's back, arm under the throat, and cut off its air. The dog released Westley and began to try to snap at her.

She rolled onto her back and hoped that the owner would come by soon and subdue the dog. Otherwise she'd have to put the dog down, and the last thing she wanted was for people to see her shove a fireball down an animal's throat. The dog flailed in her arms as it struggled to breath.

She cursed in Nordic loudly. She was losing her grip.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Someone pulled the dog off of Westley. When he looked up, Kayla was on the ground struggling to keep the do in her grip. It was barking, snarling and snapping at her. He took a good look at the dog. Its fur was filthy, and very shaggy. On some parts of its body, there wasn't any fur at all. The dog was skinny to the point wher you could see its ribs. White foam covered its mouth. It was a stray rabies. He had to think fast.

Westley forced himself up to his feet, grabbed the dog by the neck, pinned it to the ground, and strangled it. It took all the strength he had, but Westley managed to keep the dog pinned to the ground and kill it. After the deed was done, he rolled onto is back, clutched his arm, and screamed in pain. The dog had managed to bite into his arm again, and blood was getting all over the floor.

Killing the dog and taken up all of his energy, but it was with it. Kayla wasn't injured by the dog. She surely would have gotten sick if she had been bitten, but Westley couldn't get sick thanks to his lycanthropy.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla sat up, panting.

"What did you DO to that dog to make it attack you?!" she asked Westley.

She got a good look at the now dead dog. It was obviously a stray, which was weird inside city walls. She stood up, grunting, and brushed herself off. Westley's arms, shreds of skin ripped back to reveal mangled muscle tissue, caught her eye.

"Good gods, man! Here, let me get you a cure disease potion!" She began to lead Westley back into the inn by his good arm.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley watched as Kayla sat up and stared at him for a moment to question him about the dog.

"What did you DO to that dog to make it attack you?!"

She observed the dead dog for a moment and them noticed his arm. Herr eyes widened with shock.

"Good gods, man! Here, let me get you a cure disease potion!"

Kayla helped Westley up and began leading him to the inn by his good arm.

Westley answered the question while they walked.

"I did nothing. I blacked out in the steps of the inn. When I woke up, I noticed nobody was around, so I crawled over here and tried to knock on the door of the fighters guild, but blacked out before I could. When I woke back up the dog was licking my face and sniffing me. I tried to get up and it attacked me."

Before he knew it, Westley's legs gave out, and due to the added weight from his massive amount of muscle, when he fell it brought both him and Kayla to the ground. As soon as he hit the ground he blacked out from blood loss.

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Feb 5 2013, 07:22 PM

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla flailed under Westley's weight. He was almost pure muscle, and as slight of figure as she was, she couldn't move. He had knocked the breath out of her as well, so she could only try to catch her breath before panicking.

He knocked her on her stomach, and though she was no weakling, she was still not strong enough to pull herself out from under him.

"Can someone...Hello? Anyone?"

No answer. She reached behind her and felt rather than saw the pool of blood. Warm and sticky, the iron-smell filled her nose. The dog must have ripped a vein.

Opening her mouth and filling her lungs, she let out the most ear-piercing scream she could.

"BUUUUUUFFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

[Acadian]

Buffy:

Kayla returned to the table and asked about Westley. A cry from outside the inn brought the Altmer back to her feet and she sprinted through the crowded bar and out the door.

Buffy smiled and commented to the table. "I guess the guards just nicked another of those pickpockets drawn to Anvil by word of the expedition." Rolling her eyes, she added, "Or perhaps our hotheaded Westley has provoked another fight."

When Kayla did not return, Buffy grew concerned. “Excuse me. I don’t want to see Kayla get on the wrong side of the guards as they do their job.” With that she slipped from her chair and headed for the door. It took her some time to make her way through the crowded bar full of men. Her size attracted little attention and the attention it did garner more often resulted in the elf being groped by large hands rather than a path being cleared for her.

“Boooooffffeeeeee!” The cry from outside the inn just as Buffy reached the door was unmistakably that of Kayla. Buffy muscled the heavy door open to see Kayla and Westley in a pile on the street. Blood covered the nearby cobblestones.

“What did you do to her!?!” screamed the little elf as she sprinted the short distance. Buffy dropped to her knees and slid to a stop next to the pair. The paralyze spell in her hand intended for Westley evaporated as she saw the blood was his. Kayla was wiggling out from under the man, but her eyes were bright. Westley was unconscious.

Kneeling over the young Imperial, Buffy placed one glowing hand on his mangled arm and the other on his chest. These were animal wounds! She quickly determined his arm was the only injury and, while not grievous, it was bleeding profusely. White magic flowed down her arms as she repaired blood vessels and mended flesh. She gritted her teeth as she absorbed some of the young man’s pain. She was only vaguely aware that a small circle of onlookers was gathering around them.

Soon enough, the wounds were healed and the exhausted elf sat back on her heels. Westley opened his eyes. “Stay put,” she admonished. “The magic I’ve infused into you will greatly speed your ability to replace the large volume of blood you’ve lost, but you’ll need to take things easy for a day or so.” Buffy then looked to Kayla. “What happened?”

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Once Westley awoke, Kayla was able to yank herself out from under him. Buffy had, with surprising capability, healed Westley's mangled arm. A pained look crossed Buffy's face, but Kayla had held still while she healed Westley.

Buffy knelt on the ground. Kayla swore she saw a sheen of sweat on her forehead. she asked Kayla what happened.

"I came out when I heard the cry, and Westley was being attacked by a rabid dog." She blew out a relieved sigh, and continued.

"I tried putting the dog in a chokehold, but the fur made it too difficult and it started slipping out of my grip. Westley jumped up and strangled the beast to death."

Kayla pointed at Westley's arm. "You need a cure disease potion still. Do you have a room here? We can have someone help me take you to it. If not, I'll see about getting you one."

She pinched Westley on the arm, a half smile on her face. "Don't get yourself eaten just yet, boy!"

She turned to Buffy. "Thank you so much. If you need help with anything, let me know."

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Westley heard Kayla's scream right as he blacked out. When he awoke, Buffy was hovering over him.

“Stay put, the magic I’ve infused into you will greatly speed your ability to replace the large volume of blood you’ve lost, but you’ll need to take things easy for a day or so.”

He listened to Kayla explain what happened before sitting up. Kayla pointed at his arm.

"You need a cure disease potion still. Do you have a room here? We can have someone help me take you to it. If not, I'll see about getting you one."

Westley took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes I have a room. I don't want to go back into the inn though. The smell of wine is what caused all of this. I passed out because of it, and the weakness it caused me gave the rabid dog an opportunity to injure me." Westley forced himself up to his feet before continuing. "Thank you for coming to my aid Kayla. That dog might have killed me if you hadn't stepped in and helped." Westley turned to Buffy. "And thank you for healing me"

Westley gave Kayla and Buffy a warm smile before focusing his attention on the crown of people watching him. He became quite uncomfortable, and shooed them away.

"Nothing to see here people, just a little fight between me and a stray dog. Everyone is alright"

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

As Westley shooed the crowd away, Kayla pulled herself up, then pulled Buffy up.

"I'm still getting you that potion. I don't think I could drag you to the chapel."

Please don't insist on going to the chapel, she mentally begged Westley. As she dashed inside, the bewildered looks of the others in the group stopped her.

"Dog attack, Westley bit, getting potion," she said hurridly before disappearing into her room.

[Acadian]

Buffy:

Westley seemed better. He explained about being attacked by a rabid dog and not wanting to go back into the inn because of the smell of wine. Kayla ducked back into the inn to get a cure disease potion.

Buffy said to Westley. “If you have a problem with wine, you might see if the Fighters Guild, chapel or even the stable could put you up for the night.” She glanced at the body of the dog and guessed Westley was right about it being rabid. “You do not carry rabies. I would have detected and cured it by spell if you did. Your immune system is. . . unusual, but that is your business. Anything I learn about a patient from the intimate bonds of healing stays between them and I.” She looked up at the Imperial and smiled. “Remember what I said about taking it easy for a time and, for Mara’s sake, try to stay out of fights.”

She pondered whether to await Kayla's return or simply slip back into the inn. Regardless, she was beginning to harbor second thoughts about her current assignment. This group was managing to injure itself without even leaving the walls of Anvil!

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[King Of Beasts]

"If you have a problem with wine, you might see if the Fighters Guild, chapel or even the stable could put you up for the night.”

Westley winced at Buffy's suggestion. It had been years since he had last talked to anyone in the fighters guild, and he doubted Azzan or anyone else would recognize him. But the chapel unnerved him. Dibella surely wouldn't be pleased with the presence of a werewolf in her chapel, and the lady at the stables most likely wouldn't let a stranger stay since her encounter with the werewolf.

He knew he couldn't stay in the inn. The smell of wine and the loud noises would kill him before anything else did. He'd have to speak to Azzan, even though he didn't want to. He entered the inn and headed upstairs to his room to pack up.

He changed his bloody strapped shirt to a blue plaid shirt, and put everything he owned into his backpack. Westkey made his way downstairs and gave his key back to the Redguard man.

"I'm leaving, thanks for letting me stay."

He headed over to the table where his new friends were.

"Please tell Kayla if she needs me I'll be at the fighters guild." The smell of wine was already making Westley dizzy again, so he rushed back out of the inn, and crossed the street to the fighters guild. When he entered, Sten the Ugly and Huurwen we're practicing fighting and blocking. He walked up to Sten and knocked the iron greatsword out of his hand.

"I'd like to see Azzan." Westley smiled.

The Nord seemed to get angry for a moment before he recognized Westley. He broke out laughing.

"Westley! Long time no see! Go ahead upstairs, Azzan is in his office!" Sten bent over and picked his greatsword.

"Thank you Sten. I'll see you later."

"No problem Westley, anything for an old friend." Sten resumed training with Huurwen while Westley made his way up to the dining hall.

The only living thing in the dining hall was Mojo, the fighter's guild dog. Westley walked up to Mojo and patted his head.

"Long time no see little buddy, I see you're doing well for yourself." Westley chuckled when Mojo licked his hand and walked off to the opposite side of the room.

He head up the stairs to Azzan's office, and silently entered. Azzan was sitting down at his desk, scribbling something down on a parchment. Westley swallowed hard before speaking up.

"Azzan?"

Azzan looked up and eyed Westley for a moment before a wide grin spread out across his face. He shot straight up out of his seat, reached over his desk and hugged him.

"I can't believe you came back Westley! What do you need?"

"I need a place to stay Azzan. Will you let me?" Westley adjusted the straps in his bag.

"Of course Westley. You can have the room downstairs near the member's barracks. The porter can sleep on a bedroll."

"Thank you Azzan. I'll be back soon, I have to go meet up with a friend."

Azzan chuckled before replying back "Ok Westley, if you need anything feel free to ask."

Westley went downstairs, unpacked his stuff, and went back outside in front of the inn to wait for Kayla and the cure disease potion.

[Acadian]

Buffy:

Buffy wasn’t sure how much of what she said registered with Westley. Without a word, he went back into the Count’s Arms! The wood elf followed the confusing human inside. After reclaiming her perch on the chair next to Ylenno, she shrugged to the table in general. “This town is going to the dogs.”

She poured herself another cup of tea as Westley bounded down the stairs, paused for a brief word with the publican and, once again, left the inn.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla dug through her backpack through the clothes, various potions, until she found a green tinted bottle. She pulled the cork and sniffed the liquid. She coughed. The odor of burnt feathers told her this was the right one. She plugged the small bottle back up, making sure to check on Dawnbreaker and see that it was still in the room.

Before she left, she counted her potions. Ten cure disease potions (9 if you don't count the one in her hand) 5 stamina potions, and two large bottles of health potions. One to mix in her spare water pouch, and the other weaker one to brush onto surface wounds. She unscrewed the cap on the weaker potion to ensure the brush was still attached. It was. She carefully packed her potions away again. Every bottle was concentrated to fit into a small vial in her hand, or pocket, and not take up a lot of room. An alchemist at the College had done it for her, and was teaching her how to do that when she left to marry her husband.

She walked past the group without a nod but with a wave, a determined look on her face. She could visit an alchemy shop and replace the potion. She needed to have ten potions, at all times, for any expedition she went on. This one was no different.

She breezed out the door and thrust the potion into a standing Westley's hands.

"Drink," she ordered. "Before you start frothing at the mouth. It's disgusting, but it will cure you."

[King Of Beasts]

"Drink, before you start frothing at the mouth. It's disgusting, but it will cure you."

Westley sniffed the potion, and almost threw up. It smelled horrible!

"Thank you Kayla." Westley chugged the potion down as fast as he could, and handed Kayla back the potion. "If you ever need anything or feel lonely just ask and I'll be happy to help. I'll be at the fighter's guild, okay? I'll see you later." Westley turned and made his way to the guildhall.

When he entered Sten and Huurwen were still training. Westley slipped passed them, went in his room, and sat down on the bed. He hated staying here, but at least he didn't feel sick. This place brought back too many painful memories.

Westley grabbed a scroll of magelight, and cast the spell. He began waving the magelight around in the air, and making it change colors. When the spell wore off, he pulled out his cards and started shuffling them. With nobody to talk to, he rapidly grew bored. It was to painful to talk to anyone else in the guildhall, and Buffy told him to take it easy for a few days. He put the cards down and stretched out across the bed and closed his eyes. Perhaps a nap would be nice.

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[Darkness Eternal]

Drakothemir.

"Please excuse me. I need some fresh air, and a moment alone."Westley said.

It happened in an instant. Westley felt sick and dashed out. Drakothemir had no doubt of the reason as to why he left in such a hurry. He is not fond of vampires. but he didn't make a comment on it nor even showed genuine concern. If the man wanted to expose himself, then by Lord Molag, he is free to do so. The better he wakes up in his afterlife, the better. Drakothemir would not be the one cleaning the remains of a dead Lycanthropy.

He lingered a bit, sipping on his wine as he listened to the Bosmer woman share her stories with Ylenno and had helped heal the small injury on his face which he insisted on mettling with. He was getting ready to excuse himself to get some sleep until he heard a loud noise come from outside.

"SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!"

It was Westley's voice. Drakothemir could not believe his ears. This is beyond insanity now. First a tavern fight, now Daedra knows what is happening to him outside. He rose to his feet, rushed to the window and looked outside and saw the man being attacked by . . .dog. How fitting, he mused.

He stood there and watched as Kayla made an attempt to help the man, who had fallen unconscious and began losing blood. He could smell the thick blood of the werewolf from afar. And in some vampiric clans, werewolf's blood was a delight. A wonderful blend between man and beast. Drakothemir tasted werewolf blood before, but he much preferred virgin's blood and the blood of the youth as his sister did.

"Can someone...Hello? Anyone?"

The vampire placed a fist under his chin as he narrowed his eyes at her. She couldn't see him from where he was standing, but he could see her. Unseen, stalking with eyes keen. She tried to help the man to no avail, and had to rely on her allies for help. She called out Buffy's name with a loud voice that rang throughout the air, Drakothemir did not move, but he heard movement behind him. And as anticipated, Buffy answered to the summon with her presence as she rushed outside to heed the call. She knelt down beside him after immedietly asking what Westley had done to Kayla. Her mood seemed to calm as she realized it was his blood and not the High Elf's.

The small Wood Elf did her magic, and Drakothemir nodded just a bit as he witnessed Buffy's healing powers to a certain extent. She was not exaggerating when she said she understood the craft.

He focused on them, partially tuning out everything going on around him as he stood by the window in the inside of the inn. Some men gathered around to stand beside him to look out in morbid curiosity as the boy lay there in his own puddle of blood spilled by his lesser kin.

"The smell of wine is what caused all of this. I passed out because of it, and the weakness it caused me gave the rabid dog an opportunity to injure me." Westley said as he forced himself to get to his feet.

Drakothemir sighed inwardly. In all his centuries he had never seen something so . . .weak. Men and women were easily swayed by alcohol, their minds altered by the potent substances in the drink. And it was understandable that such things could happen. But a Lycanthropy had tremendous abilities that were not known to most men. Werewolves varied in abilities. Like vampires, some had Daedric blood running through their veins. He knew some capable Lycanthropes in the past. Some were bitten, others were born with the gift through hereditary curses and in rarer cases even granted Lycanthropy itself by their Patron, Hircine. This man, Drakothemir suspected, was perhaps bitten. He did not show much control over himself in his human form, and he was easily frustrated and angry to the point of being deadly.

"That dog might have killed me if you hadn't stepped in and helped."

If a simple mutt might have killed you, then you have more things to worry about, Drakothemir said in his mind. How unfortunate would it be for Drakothemir to be slain by fledgling vampires, or worse, a small and very mundane vampire bat? Molag Bal would sooner put him into one of the charnel houses of Coldharbour and and establish himself as Drakothemir's eternal cell-mate than even think of offering him a dominant position.

"What happened?" a man asked Drakothemir as the vampire watched Kayla and Buffy and the beast walk back into the building.

His hand curled into a light fist that was brought to his mouth. "A pup was attacked outside by a rabid dog."

The man did not seem to hear him all that well, only hearing the latter part of his sentence. To clarify, Drakothemir turned to the very drunk man and shrugged slightly. "The rabid dog survived."

The vampire had seen enough for one day. If this is what is normal, then he might as well retreat under castle once more and slumber for centuries. Maybe his sister could tend to clan affairs and help fix the empire's broken state, because by Bal, the people of Cyrodiil were doomed already.

He excused himself from the stranger, politely pushed himself through the crowd of onlookers, and climbed the steps that led into his room. This was beyond his comprehension.

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[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Westley couldn't fall asleep. He found himself thinking about how much a danger Drakothemir was to the others. He could see the vampire obviously had no respect for him, and that was gnawing away at his conscience. He couldnt fall asleep. Westley got up and shoved everything he had into a chest in the corner of the room, but the Blackwater blade. He locked the chest, and the back door to his room, and left through the front door of the room.

Sten and Huurwen were still training, and he could here Mojo barking upstairs. When he exited the guildhall, he noticed that the crowd that had gathered around him earlier had vanished, and once again the streets were empty. He could hear the bells from the dingy at the docks in the distance jangling loudly, and the seagulls crowing in the sky. He made his way over to the chapel in hopes of picking up some healing potions, or a stronger healing spell for the expedition.

He wasn't fond of the chapel, but at least worrying about the gods making his heart explode for wanting the chapel even though he worshipped Hircine took his mind off of Drakothemir. His hate for the vampire grew stronger every passing minute. Westley felt like he was about to hit the boiling point. The only reason he hated Drakothemir was because the filthy night-spawn had bad intentions towards the rest of the group. Westley couldn't stand seeing innocent people being murdered in cold blood.

Murdered in cold blood. Westley was a werewolf. He had killed innocent people by accident before. It may have been an accident, but a life had been lost. A new fear grew inside Westley.

What if I hurt my new friends? I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt any of them. I've lost the ring of Hircine before. Who says I won't lose it while I'm here?

Westley stopped in front of the chapel, and his eyes widened with fear.

By the nine. What if Hircine takes back the ring.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla felt a little insulted after Westley's sudden departure. She wondered if she had done something to offend him.

"But at least he drank the potion," she told herself. She sat on her bed at the inn with her alchemical ingredients spread out in front of her, as well as her potions lying in a neat line on the bed. She counted, recounted, and shuffled the ingredients around in front of her, first based on name, then by color, then grouped them together by the effects they had.

She sighed. To keep herself from acting like a fool, she had simply nodded to everyone at the table, feigned an upset stomach, and briskly walked to her room. She didn't turn to see if anyone cared, nor stayed to hear if they were concerned. She knew they weren't, as she was a stranger.

She recounted her actions that day. Braying like a donkey at the slightest bit of humor, teasing a joking with strangers. Some were animated and funny, other cool and calculating, and others just simply silent. Thinking back on the incident with the dog, she thought about what she SHOULD have done.

Anticipated Westley being wobbly and falling. Been quicker to catch him instead of letting him catch her by surprise. Instead of panicked, slowly wiggled herself out from under him, bit by bit, instead of all at once, flailing. She put her alchemical ingredients away and sighed. Everything she had, from her cure disease potions, to her tiny stack of form-fitting clothes, was from experience. Tighter clothes get caught less and are less likely to be grabbed. Only keep what potions and ingredients you need. Bring no excess.

She would have to watch herself around this group. If she went in with them, she couldn't make mistakes like she had tonight. Drinking, brawling, panicking, can get you killed. And she couldn't afford that.

What would her husband think? If he had time to think about her. The letter of consolation, if they ever did that, might come as a relief to him. She had a sizable sum put away for him if she ever passed, but that was more out of pity than love. And he knew nothing about it.

It wasn't that she wasn't fond of her husband, and he wasn't fond of her. The marriage was rushed in the months of their heated passions, and when it cooled, so had their feelings. But she kept up the pretense in an effort to fan the flames of the cooling embers of their marriage. The motions were stilted, the words lacked warmth, and the lovemaking simply wasn't there.

Maybe that was the curse of being a Mer. Human feelings come and go so quickly, but hers took long to warm and long to cool. She still felt a fondness for him, but at the same time, it wasn't like it was before.

Could they even be called husband and wife? They weren't joined by Mara, since she was thrown out of the temple by a prude priestess for being a worshiper of Meridia. There were no known rites for marriage in Meridia's lore, and her husband worshiped Talos. They simply decided they were married, and that was that.

"Why did I REALLY come?" Kayla asked herself. It wasn't for her marriage. Even though she was young, she knew that no amount of gold could spark a real, lasting love. Not the kind of love she desired.

She desired a warm home, outside city walls. A boy bringing her bugs and a girl hiding mice in her smock. Sword lessons and maybe magick lessons too. Sitting by the fire at night after watching the sunset with the person she loved, fingers intertwined, head on shoulder.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Westley's blood was specked on her face. She looked down at the rest of her clothes and saw that the blood had seeped into the side of her shirt. Disgusted, she tore off the dirtied shirt and put on an almost identical shirt, with a lower neckline. The pink scar showed even more. An inch of pink, protruding flesh screamed her failure at her, her failure to keep someone safe. She scrubbed her face in the washbasin.

Spotting a piece of parchment and a quill with ink on the table next to her bed, Kayla sat down and began to write furiously, dipping the quill in the ink every so often. The time began to pass quickly for her.

[PhoenixGamer]

Things had really taken a turn, and maybe not for the better. They had all gotten some food and tea when suddenly a knife came hurling towards them. This eventually resulted in a fight between Ylenno and this imperial who called himself Westley. Luckily it cooled down soon after and eventually another imperial came to sit down by them. They talked a little bit and then Westley said he had to get some fresh air. A little bit after they heard a scream from outside. Kayla ran out and after a whie Buffy went out as well. It turned out that Westley had been attacked by a rabid dog. As westley went to get a room in either the fighters guild, the chapel or the stables, Elaninde figured she coud rent the room for a second night as well.

This night was even more restless then the last one as Elaninde spent it trying to sum up what had happened. No matter how she thought about it, it allways came back to Westley and the ring of Hircine. Why would he have it? Was he really the werewolf she had seen when she first came to anvil? Since Buffy had commented on how his immune system was unusual it wouldnt surprise her. And that would explain why he was so aggressive. Elaninde knew that the ring of hircine would stop transformations but would not silence the inner wolf. Elaninde thought about this for many hours until sleep finally overtook her.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

There was a knot in Westley's stomach. If Hircine took the ring back there would be no telling what could happen. Even with the ring he was reckless. He didn't control his temper and he was extremely rude. He knew he had caused quite a stir in Anvil. He needed to take it easy and stay low.

He tried to relax. Maybe Hircine would let him keep the ring. His mind wandered to Kayla. She had seen a little offended when he left the way he did. Westley would probably be offended too if someone just walked off without saying goodbye properly.

Westley looked at the chapel, then towards the inn. Drakothemir's presence was the reason that the wine smelled so strong. The vampire's presence had sharpened Westley's senses so the inner wolf could protect itself. He decided to stay away from the chapel. The gods didn't favor werewolves in their presence.

Westley turned around and headed towards the inn. He owed Kayla an apology for rushing off like that. He stopped to say hello to a few guards, and give a beggar a few coins on his way there. When he entered the inn, the people were more rowdy than before. Perhaps it had to do with lunch coming around soon.

Westley snuck upstairs without the Redguard man's notice. There was a drunk man sprawled out over the floor upstairs. He stepped over him and followed Kayla's scent to a room with the door barely cracked open. He knocked lightly before entering.

"Hey, I'm sorry I left without saying bye or thank you. I also wanted to apologize for throwing stuff at you and getting attacked by a dog" Westley stared at her for a moment. Kayla looked upset. "Are you alright? You seem tense."

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Feb 6 2013, 02:00 PM