I could never fully remember all the details whenever I took on my bestial form it sort of came to me in random recollections so the fact that I had crossed the border from Cyrodil into Skyrim didn't bother me because to me it was one big area for hunting which meant that when I saw the large group of humans all gathered in a group of red and blue armor all I saw was weak prey so as a result I sort of…lost control in a sense and before I knew it I was tearing a bloody swath through the crowd ripping and tearing at the soldiers.

I was in utter bliss at the full sensory overload as I tore through them I could smell the sweat on them as they tried to fight back with their small useless weapons I could taste their blood as my teeth tore through their thin leather armor and I could feel their fear of my presence as their numbers slowly started to diminish the utter terror painted across their faces and movements as they fought desperately for their lives.

I loved every moment of the assorted violence until they sent out the one thing that would prove to be my downfall…mages.

The mages which consisted of a small group of five assorted men of varying ages all took aim as me their hands cupped together as they all sent forth their own stream of frost magic the streams crossing and flowing together to create a blizzard of frost slowing my movement and chilling me to the bone.

I quickly ran for them wanting to take out the threat before they could charge another spell but to my utter bewilderment a sudden force knocked me off balance giving the mages the much needed time to charge another spell.

Just as before the wave of frost erupted from the group and just as before it slowed me down but the frost was slowly eating away at my body heat causing me to shiver and my vision started to grow darker and blurry causing me to stumble.

My head was spinning as I was set upon by the remaining troops the soldiers eagerly surrounding me as my body reverting back to its original weakened state the frost draining any energy I might have had left leaving me to the whims of the humans.

I lay on the ground completely naked my dark green scales shining with the blood of the dead soldiers as I lay in a pool of blood tainted mud the liquid dirt covering a good portion of my body as I lay muzzle down on the ground.

I could do nothing as the soldiers surrounded me one of them splashing a bucket of cold water on me to wash away the blood and dirt before they roughly dressed me in a prison garb.

The soldiers started restraining me placing a tight iron shackle on my muzzle to close it as well as shackling my arms, legs, ankles, and wrists tightly binding me together along with binding my tail the whole operation leaving me with little ways of movement before a few soldiers hoisted me up and tossed me into a wooden cart like a bale of hay my vision slowly going dark as I finally passed out.