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(Note) This is another One-Shot Story for now. AU in which Alduin doesn't return to threaten the fate of Skyrim. Ulfric Stormcloak has already been named the new High King, These events were necessary for this story to take place. This Story is intended to be M-Rated.

Chapter 1 Unexpected Friendship

Jango, was a Khajiit, of the Cathay breed. Though he wasn't a typical specimen of the breed, Jango was as tall and muscular as the average Nordic man, standing 6'6" and weighing around 260 pounds. Jango was a powerful Khajiit warrior very few people who of the big cats skill and strength willingly challenged him. As untypical as his size was, in all other regards he was like any other of the breed in appearance, thick yet short white and black tiger stripped fur covered his feline body and his keen blue eyes had cat-like slit pupils. His ears were pointed and stuck out of his long black hair he wore in a tribal braid.

Jango was traveling to Skyrim hoping for a new beginning, as he walked through the Pale pass his mind wandered back to his recent past. Though highly skilled in the ways of the warrior, Jango was still a young man not yet in his thirties. His father had taught him everything he'd known about combat, in the hopes that one day Jango would be able to defend his family in his place. That day had come sooner than anyone could have expected least of all Jango, his father had been killed in a Werelion attack when he was just 11 years old, little more than a cub. Just 5 years later Jango saw that history was often cruel in repeating itself as he soon found himself defending his younger brother from a Werelion attack.

In a noble act of self-sacrifice he shoved his brother aside and raised his shield not to defend himself but to cover his brothers escape, and then sinking his father's steel sword deep into the chest of the enraged beast, but Jango had been bitten on the arm before he could he slay the werelion. Once bitten it was a matter of days before he would either die or become a werelion himself. His mother had watched in horror as her firstborn son engaged the monster in combat and had seen Jango bitten.

Knowing there was only course of action left to him. Jango left his nomadic family's camp in Elswyr and without really thinking traveled towards Cyrodiil. 4 Days into his self imposed exile, he felt the pain of his first transformation, growing rapidly into a hulking 9 foot tall 400 pound beast. His muscles grew to immense proportions his hair became a lions mane and his fur darkened from white to a rustic tan. Roaring in pain as the changes in his body finished he immediately dropped onto all 4 paws and charged off in the direction of a nearby bandit camp he suddenly smelled.

As he crashed into the camp several of the bandits rushed him stupidly and he stood up swiping at one with a heavy paw snapping the unfortunate Orc's spine slashing and ripping his way through the pack of now terrified bandits roaring in animal rage as he went he pounced upon the last of the group a dunmer woman and mauled her viciously flaying her body with thick sharp claws and heavy powerful jaws he tore into her torso and devoured the heart of his first victim.

From then on he learned how to control the beastblood, at times he felt as though it was a curse, at other times a blessing. Calling upon the beastblood had saved his life on more than one occasion. But it had also caused him problems, eventually he found he was no longer welcome in Cyrodiil and traveled further north. Jango had hoped that one day he might meet someone in his travels. Returning to the present Jango stopped in his tracks to take in his surroundings and realizing the abandoned Fort in the pass would be an ideal place to sleep for the night, he made his way inside.

Finding the place was completely empty he picked out a bed, placed his golden colored Dwarven Greatsword on a rack next to the bed and placed his Dwarven Bow on a second rack, but kept his daggers belted and slept in his steel armor. Many people wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping in heavy steel armor but Jango valued waking up the next morning over sleeping comfortably at night, you never knew when someone would sneak up on you with the intent of killing you for their own gain.

(Several days later.)

Jango had escaped from the ruined town formerly known as Helgen, with help from a young adventuring Redgaurd woman, (who had introduced herself as Jacelyn) they'd quickly exchanged stories as to how they'd found themselves ambushed and knocked out by a large group of bandits. Apparently the bandits in question were ambushing travelers with the intention of using them for forced labor to try and rebuild Helgen into a private fortress the bandit clan could live in and plan stash the loot from their raids in.

Naturally the bandits being an all male group delighted in capturing a woman and immediately began boasting to the captives of how they would rape her. Jango had growled dangerously at the bandits at this. The other two captives, young Nord men merely glared daggers at the bandits as they could do little else being chained to the wall.

It was as four of the low-lives unchained Jacelyn from the group and dragged her off screaming and threatening them for all she was worth, that something in Jango snapped. Without hesitation or thinking of the consequences of his actions, Jango called upon the beastblood and in his transformation shattered the chains holding him to the wall. Ignoring the sudden terrified shocked screams of the two men still chained to the stone wall to his left, Jango leapt up with an enraged roar that echoed throughout the underground stone keep.

Rushing headlong into a fight wasn't Jango's normal battle style but in his beast form higher thinking was all but completely overuled by animal agression. Jango immediately came upon the bandits who now had Jacelyn bent over naked, pushed up against the wall and held in place. Upon seeing the massive hulking cat-monster as one of the brighter bandits called it, the second before Jango's heavy right paw smashed the luckless man right under the jaw breaking his neck instantly. Jango then launched himself at a rather slow witted Nord male who had watched Jango killing his friend in puzzlement, a few seconds later and Jango permanently ended the mans bafflement. Viciously shredding the man bood spraying over everything in a 5 foot radius.

Jacelyn was a fighter and a survivor but seeing Jango in this terrifying form scared her and she ducked into a corner of the keep barracks and hid herself as best she could. Watching Jango with a mixture of awe and fascinated horror, as he went about his grisly work ripping shredding and killing every bandit that foolishly stepped into his reach.

By the time he'd finished and reverted back to his normal form Jango had left none of the bandit clan alive. Making his way back to where Jacelyn had hidden herself he checked to be sure that she was alright. "Are you hurt?" Jacelyn was struggling to get her breathing normal again. "Other than shocked I am fine." Jango asked her in the sly quick dialect of his race. "The bandits... didn't get to you did they?" Jacelyn shook her head though she smiled lightly before replying "They didn't get time, one of them had been playing with my ass, and was about to drop his trousers right as you showed up and broke his neck." Jango looked sadly at Jacelyn which confused her "This one apologizes for... scaring you. It had to be done though I couldn't let the scum have their way with you." Jacelyn looked at him the confusion visible in her face, "Apologize for what? you saved me."

Jango thought about her words before replying "You were not frightened by, by my beast-side?" Jacelyn shook her head "I was at first because I had never seen another werewolf before, at least not one like you. but then I thought that it was very gallant of you." Jango smiled "Not a werewolf, but a werelion. But thank you, not many people like me after they find out that am inflicted with Lycanthropy."

Jango then hit a sudden realization. "Wait, you said another like me, are you also lycanthropic?" Jacelyn grinned "I guess so, ever since I was 16, after I fought off a bear that had attacked me just outside of my home in Morrowind, I found that I could transform into a bear sometimes. I thought they were all werewolves." Jango helped the still naked woman to her feet and said "You have the blood from the fight on you, lets get you washed up in the stream I'd seen outside just as the scum were carting us here."

Jacelyn agreed but suggested Jango first take the key and release the other two captives. When Jango returned to the cell block he found they had fainted. He quickly and quietly unlocked their shackles then left as quickly as he had come. Returning to the barracks he retrieved his Dwarven Greatsword, Bow and Daggers and strapped them on before grabbing the set of Leather armor and steel scimitars Jacelyn had on her when they were captured and then led her outside the keep and down to the stream.

After Jacelyn finished washing the blood from her body, while Jango remained on lookout nearby, she dressed herself in her leather armor, which she had forged herself specially for her. The armor was similar in appearance to any set of leather armor, though sleeveless and had no pauldrons, the armor was still quite effective as a light set. Brown in color with silver studding around the waist of the cuirass and along the skirt with heavy black fur serving as insulation against cold weather matching her boots and bracers the set was a perfect fit for her body.

Jango took an interest in the armor itself when Jacelyn explained of her smithing skills. She had tailor-made the set to fit her body perfectly and indeed it did. Hugging her curves tightly while not so tightly as to restrict her movements. It provided her ample breasts with support cupping them well, while typical armor would have squeezed her breasts painfully. Jango expressed his interest in learning the art of forging. Jacelyn had learned about smithing as in her adventures much of the armor she had come across was designed to be worn by either a man or woman, and most smiths didn't take into consideration the different body shapes of a woman. Jacelyn had wanted to make armor that was more fitting to the female body, in the hopes it would inspire more women to become adventurers.

As they talked and traveled away from the ruins of Helgen, Jango asked her if she had any planned places to explore. Jacelyn had thought about going to Whiterun and suggested they could travel together. Jango agreed as he'd taken a liking to the pretty Redgaurd, he admired the fact that she let her long black hair hang loosely down her back reaching her waist. It wasn't a common hairstyle and certainly wouldn't be considered lady-like to do so. However it spoke volumes about her independence and capability to act for herself, without the need of someone around to tell her how she should live her life.