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Ljotur was a male Imperial in his late twenties with short, white hair and jet black eyes hidden behind a dark hood with ancient markings around the edges. A tall, muscular build was covered by black steel armor and a quiver of silver arrows and a Daedric bow hung on his back. Ljotur was a Hunter and strictly obeyed the law – it was his job to catch anyone who broke it. This was a well paid job – he could earn up to seven thousand septims a week, depending in the job which needed completing and who had assigned it.
He had been given a job by the Jarl of Whiterun, Windhelm and Winterhold a few hours ago when the previous Hunter had been killed by a group of bandits. Ljotur's assignment was to investigate a massacre in Riverwood which had happened several months before – the previous Hunter had been researching the incident for months, unsuccessfully finding any leads. He had been told to look for a 6.7ft Werewolf with amber eyes and black fur. That was the target, but he had also been requested to track a young, Nord women with black hair for an extra thousand septims, she was needed alive though – this was all the information he had received, she had been spotted fleeing Riverwood after the massacre.
Ljotur was now approaching Riverwood on his magnificent Horse, the site of which the massacre had happened. He had questions to ask and not enough time to ask them. The thing was, Ljotur had been working on this for weeks – without anyone knowing. He had been carefully monitoring Werewolf attacks all over Skyrim, and trying to match the descriptions of the beast. It seemed to be that every two weeks or so there would be a whole camp wiped out by the same werewolf, the Lycanthrope seemed to have it relatively under control. The tales say that those with the blood of the wolf must feed the bloodlust at least once every fortnight, or the man will be lost to the beast for a period of time to hunt.
It was now nearing the "deadline" and Ljotur had only just been officially assigned the quest. He also had to be careful about how he asked people in Riverwood – some may still be in shock from the event. His first place to go would be the Sleeping Giant Inn.
The Inn was a large building with a rectangular fire in the middle and a counter to left. On said counter were bottles of wine and wheels of cheese for sale. A man playing music stood in a corner and a drunken man stumbled around the place. The man behind the counter was called Orgnar. He was a middle-aged Nord with thick, brown hair and wore plain clothes.
"Hello, I'm Ljotur – I'm hunting down the Werewol-" began Ljotur before he was cut off by Orgnar.
"I don't think we should be talking about this here. Some people might get a little… upset, upon being reminded about that." Orgnar said. "Follow me."
Ljotur was lead into the room nearest the counter and Orgnar demanded that the door was shut behind them. After this the Nord approached a tall wardrobe that was set against the wall and pulled the doors open.
Ljotur scowled, "If you're not going to help me I'll just leave – I don't have all day."
Orgnar ran his fingers along the back of the wardrobe and lodged his fingers into several small holes. When he pulled the back of the cabinet slid across and disappeared into the wall. He then smirked at the hunter and walked into the passage.
Alixya awoke to the sound of birds singing. It must've been about 7am, but Alixya couldn't be sure – the trees covered the sun and made the forest floor green in patches. Her head was throbbing – the beast needed out soon, but it couldn't come out during day as it would be too easy to spot her. After a while of trying to calm the beast, Alixya decided to go and look for some food and water. She headed north downhill and crossed over a small, bumpy path and back into the forest. Soon she came across a small shack, hidden just off the path behind some trees.
Crouched and with her bow drawn, Alixya approached the shack. There were lots of planks nailed together for a roof and one large hole for a door. A window was just beside the door and Alixya peeked through. A Nord lay on his bed, sound asleep and there were multiple cabinets and draws in the shack.
Stealthily, Alixya crept through the door and aimed for the Nord's Head. It wasn't until she got closer that Alixya realized the Nord was already deceased. Before sheathing her bow she looked around for anything of value – lots of food, a book, a journal, a lantern and multiple bowls lay around the shack. Alixya quickly took all of the food and the book. She left everything else and went out to find a flower. This she left next to the Nord – she didn't know why, but it felt right.
Continuing north, Alixya came across a wide river. Across it was a Sawmill. Alixya marked this onto her map and then filled a rusty tankard with some water from the river. She sat next to some rocks on the river bank while she ate the food and water she had retrieved. A large fish swam past her once, then again a few moments later – Alixya recognized this as a Slaughterfish. There was no way she would be able to swim across easily with it around, so she came up with a quick and simple plan.
"If I go into the water and lure it onto the bank, maybe I'll be able to kill it…"
Sure enough this plan worked. Alixya took the scales from its body and placed it back into the river. She did this with most beings, as a symbol of being carried to a new life. After watching it float down stream Alixya then proceeded to pass the river.
Alixya passed to a small island in the middle to catch her breath. She didn't notice the Mudcrabs here though. It was only when one snipped at her ankles she became aware of their presence. Quickly drawing her bow, Alixya took each of them out with an arrow and didn't hesitate to cross the rest of the river before more came.
Once she crossed an Orc approached Alixya.
"You have a good aim."
"I noticed." Replied Alixya in an unpleasant tone. Her nose was scrunched up - she didn't like Orcs; they smelled terrible and tasted bitter and dry.
The Orc huffed and continued with his work, obviously not impressed with how Alixya had reacted.
She began heading up to Solitude. On the way a Khajiit passed Alixya. Khajiit were the complete opposite of Orcs – they tasted sweet and felt soft. They were easy to take down, unless it was a warrior.
Alixya began to feel sick. The smell of the Khajiit excited the beast. It wanted out. Now.
Alixya didn't have time to get to cover. Her bones began to stretch, her muscles expanded. Her nose and mouth pulled out into a muzzle and sharp, white teeth extended from her gums. Her fingers lengthened and deadly claws pointed at the end. A long black tail sprouted from her backside and hair grew all over her body. The few guards who watched did nothing – shock and fear over whelmed them.
The Khajiit turned to see what the noise was and found a pair of amber eyes fixed on them, ready to kill.