Potema POV:
I slam a book down on my table, desperately flipping through it. There has to be a reason the Khajiit is somehow able to talk, have a small amount of conscious thought, and sleep. My book is where I learned necromancy, the record of all the best necromancers, and the most powerful creatures ever raised from the ground. The book is ancient, and I had to find it in the darkest corner of the library. I'm extremely lucky because the books around it were almost destroyed with holes from moths, but this book was untouched. I smile when I realize I'm the lastest entry in the book, but quickly get over it and begin reading the earliest entries in the colossal tome.
Nothing about someone with the soul of a dragon being raised. I spend the next few hours carefully reading all of the book, but I can't find a single mention of a person with the soul of a dragon becoming a thrall. The closest I get is some mad king of The Summerset Isle making a powerful werewolf his thrall. They aren't exactly the same thing, but it's the closest I'll get. I bookmark the page, wanting to visit my slave before rereading the passage on the king and his werewolf. My Khajiit is still tied up, and when I near her I hear her begin to growl. I give her a sharp smack, then turn and return to my reading room. I lock the door, position my chair, and settle down to read the long work on the resurrected werewolf.
Meriornacano Faeaerith the First of His Name was King of The Summerset Isles from Tirdas, 15th day of Heartfire, 1E 101 to Sundas, 10th day of Morning Star, 1E 103. He was a necromancer of almost unbelievable power, not even Ashhashi Bahrajarabi could surpass his skills and power. Meriornacano was born in Sunhold on Sundas, 21st day of Second Seed, 1E 088 and took the throne when he was only thirteen years of age. He studied necromancy from the time he was six, taught by his father Falanilianranir Faeaerith. Falanilianranir Faeaerith was a powerful necromancer, and it's no surprise he taught his son the trait.
Meriornacano's father was a gifted necromancer, but it's debatable if his mother was an even better one. Meriornacano's mother was named Muurline Faeaerith (nee Laemaire), and another gifted necromancer. Falanilianranir and Muurline were divided in their marriage, but banned together to teach their son all of the ways of the dark art of necromancy. Meriornacano spent almost ten hours every single day studying necromancy, and the time eventually increased to sixteen hours when he surpassed the age of ten. By the time he was three he could raise a recently deceased dog. When he was six he could raise a bull that's been deceased for a few days. On his ninth birthday he was able to raise a humanoid that'd been dead for hundreds of years. By the time he was twelve he could raise a mammoth's mere skeleton. When he took the throne he was able to raise anything with the flick of his wrist, including an ancient and powerful werewolf.
Okan-Tan Nision was a seventy-year old werewolf, blessed by Hircine and the most powerful werewolf south of Cyrodill. He lived in his home province of Black Marsh, but somehow made his way to The Summerset Isles. It's highly debatable if he was purposely transported to the island by political enemies of the royal family, if he himself went to The Isles for some personal reason, or if he was accidentally transported to the province in some manner. However, once he was over there he terrorized the Altmer. He slaughtered villages, ripped apart travelers, and tore down entire buildings. The Argonian started his reign of chaos around Last Seed, 1E 101, a mere month before Meriornacano's parents would both suddenly die of a strange 'illness' and their son would take the throne.
Meriornacano's first order of business was to put a one million gold bounty on the werewolf's head on two conditions. The body had to be presented to him, and the werewolf had to be killed while he was in his wolf form. Within a few hours, the wolf was shot dead by ten archers from Hammerfell who were living in poverty. They presented the body to Meriornacano, who promptly gave them their reward (on their way out of the city they were mugged, and the royal coffer somehow got one million gold added to it). Then, he took the body to his private study and didn't come out for three months.
When he finally did appear, it was with a gigantic bodyguard following him. He'd manage to revive the werewolf, but with terrible consequences. The strain drained him terribly, the werewolf was already rotting, and it nearly corrupted his mind. However, things only got worse after that. Meriornacano slowly went mad, he aged what appeared to be fifty years in the span of two, and he obsessed over the werewolf. The werewolf himself was rather odd, going against all the rules of necromancy. The beast was reported eating, sleeping, urinating, attempting to mount the castle's hounds, and seemed to do whatever he pleased.
Many reported feeling uneasy around the thrall, and reported he seemed off. Almost all reporters felt that they thought he was studying them, waiting to pounce. At one point a royal servant swore she heard the monster manage to rumble out 'food'. At the time he was caged for urinating on Meriornacano's bed, and hadn't been given food within the last week. No scholar alive can agree if the stories are true or not, and we'll never truly know. Meriornacano was the only necromancer alive to ever raise a werewolf from the dead, and this story has discouraged others from raising werewolves. Near the end of his life, Meriornacano went absolutely mad. He mauled his citizens with his bare hands, fucked his hounds, ate his own newborn son, and barked whenever someone talked to him.
By that time his werewolf no longer rotted, ate whoever came near him, howled all through the night, and fucked the hounds Meriornacano wasn't busy screwing. All of this came to an end on Sundas, 10th day of Morning Star, 1E 103. Okan-Tan was growing more violent with every passing day, and it was reported he even snapped at his master. Finally,