Disclaimer- I don't own Elder Scrolls series or Bethesda, only my character. WARNING: spoilers. You have been warned.
Jah'Tul an Argonian male was limping through Riverwood one morning as he had been attacked by bandits with his friend Faendal. He and Faendal only got a couple gashes but they were painful nonetheless.
They needed food and he saw a chicken and forgot everything; he just needed food. He went and killed the chicken drawing a horrified look from everybody. They all attacked him and he freaked out putting his hands up
"Woah woah woah. What'd I do?" he asked in alarm.
"Look, I'm tired of what you have done! I've stood there and watched while you did despicable acts and actually helped you! The Divines… the Divines will forgive me. But you! You've killed several people for no reason other than they liked your stuff, they beg for mercy and you mercilessly kill them, in hold you might kill somebody accidentally fighting a dragon and not even offer their family recompensation! You steal cheat and lie for the thieves guild not thinking about how sad or sick to their stomach they're going to feel from finding their prize item stolen! You've forged documents and gone on thievery sprees! Might I add fishing and bedlam jobs?! You joined the Dark Brotherhood and assassinated fine people for the sake of money! The princess, Gaius, the chef, an innocent man decoying for the emperor, and the emperor himself! Your greed is immeasurable beyond compare! Your pride blinds you! I have never seen you caring for people only using them to further what you want! Jealousy of what a man has leads you to kill him! Why? Why did you do it?! Why did I help you?" Faendal dropped to his knees with dry sobs,
"I've seen you eat enough food the feed a village for a week in mere moments! You've helped the daedra. I saw you eat the flesh of a MAN just to get good graces from the daedra! You gave up your humanity just to become more powerful when you joined the companions to become a werewolf! You've spilled so much blood I've always justified it as self defense but this? This is the last straw. I'm leaving you. You who would spill an innocent's blood." Faendal picked himself up appearing calm and walked away.
"Noo! You don't understand! We were about to die from hunger!" screamed the last dragonborn as he was dragged away.
Jah'Tul sat in jail. He knew that for the crimes he had committed he would be trapped here to rot. He supposed it was good he had an immortal dragon soul.
"Hey..." he realized, the he had an immortal soul. So long as a dragon didn't kill him, he wouldn't die even after his body perished, he could always be brought back.
A/N: Well. Faendal was harboring quite the resentment hmm? This is just a short oneshot I wanted to write about why people attack you if you touch a chicken. Sorry if you wanted more Shopkeeper and the Bat I can't get inspired enough to write it.
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