Alixya was a young Nord in her early twenties. She used to be an enthusiastic adventurer. Until the accident happened, now she roams around Skyrim, living from what nature provides. A high bounty is not a good thing to have. Alixya is known to most holds in Skyrim, the guards never attempt to arrest her, only to kill the Nord. The thing is, Alixya is no ordinary person – a Nord by day, a Werewolf by night. Although Alixya doesn't mind having the blood of the wolf, she is not proud of it. It has caused her to do some terrible things – unforgettable things.
The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon, turning the sky a dark orange - it would not be long before the creatures of the night came out. "I have to find a place to sleep..." whispered Alixya as she moved quickly and silently through the forest. Leaves and twigs occasionally snapped beneath her feet and branches brushed through her long, black hair.
Talking to herself helped Alixya feel more... comfortable. It soon becomes lonely when you are on the run. There was a barking of a dog in the distance and Alixya quickened her pace. She liked dogs – they didn't care about your past, she was more worried that there may be guards patrolling the forest. City noises soon became faint in her ears; having enhanced senses is always useful no matter where you are. Alixya pulled a torn and crumpled map from her pocket; she guessed that she was nearing Solitude.
A small fox ran past and some Elk stood eating grass in the distance. Alixya's stomach grumbled – she hadn't eaten in two days and so, without any warning, she drew her Orcish Bow and shot a long iron arrow into one of the Elk's heads. It stood for a moment, before collapsing to the ground. Alixya had many skills; lock picking, pick pocketing, but especially archery. She had been able to hit the centre of a target without hesitating since she was about ten.
As the Elk lay dead and motionless on the forest floor, Alixya skinned it for the fur and removed some of the meat. It wasn't her favourite thing to do – kill animals, but there were no other sources of food around. She searched around for somewhere to sleep and then laid out the Elk hide on the ground, over some leaves and checked for any guards, wolves or bears.
Once Alixya was sure there was no one around she set up a small fire and lit it with a couple of dry sticks. After this she set up a frame over the fire and placed the meat over the orange flames. Whilst waiting for the venison to cook, Alixya pulled a book from her bag called "The book of Daedra".
She didn't find it particularly interesting, but it passed the time quickly and so it seemed only a few minutes had passed since she had began cooking. It smelled delicious and tasted even better. She debated whether she should save any for her breakfast, but it was too late – it was gone in a matter of minutes.
The sun had now completely set and the moon was beginning to rise. Alixya pulled two skins from her bag which had been sewn together using some reeds which she had found by the river – they were now in need of changing but would do for the night.
Snuggling down beneath her blanket Alixya quickly fell asleep – she was used to sleeping in "abandoned" tents. If she came across a site with few residents Alixya would normally kill them or knock them out before dragging the body into a river or letting it fall from a cliff. Sleeping out like this made her feel so... vulnerable. The only thing that made her feel safe was knowing that the beast would take over should anything happen.