To some, the blood of the werewolf is a curse. To a young pregnant nord woman, lycanthropy is a blessing sent from above. She
was walking along a snowy path just south of Raven Rock in their homeland, a land called solstheim with her husband, a muscular
nord with blue eyes and brown hair and a patch of dark brown stubble on his chin. The woman was thin and had brilliant brown
eyes, ruby red lips and long black hair. The woman's name was Sigried and the man's was Rugrud. They were not just out for a
stroll, they were house searching, or crag searching as it were. Sigreid's eyes spotted a beautiful crag just north of Raven Rock
where they could call their home and raise their two children, Majni and Akar, with one on the way.
She turned to her husband, "Rugrud, how about we raise our little cubs here, it is in a perfect location with plenty of game to
hunt and if we choose to go shopping, we can just go to the settlement nearby." Rugrud nodded indicating that the particular
crag would be perfect.
The two nords looked under the huge slab of rock the jutted outwards and spotted an alcove just big enough for five beds, two
tents and a fire, it also had a shrine to Hircine, who they worshipped religously. Sigreid set up camp, placing things methodically in
the carved out alcove under the rock outcropping.
One night, Sigried felt severe muscle cramps in her stomach area. She turned to Rugrud concerned.
"Rugrud, oh Hircine, the baby is coming. if I don't make it though this..." She started to sweat profusely
"Sigried, don't talk like that, you will be fine." He reassured her as he took hold of he hand
Sigried could feel a great jolt of pain rocketing through her body as though she had been stabbed with fifty needles. She howled in
pain as she could feel the baby rip at her insides. She gave one last howl of pain and then a miracle happened. The baby
crowned and then the rest of its body followed.
"Rugrud, isn't she beautiful?" She leaned close to the baby in her arms. "I will call you Rakel, it means daughter of Hircine in ancient
nordic. Rugrud nodded in affirmation. "Rakel it is then." She found a bundle of furs on a nearby rock and wrapped her baby in them.
She placed the bundle of furs containing the baby in a tent that lay five feet from the fire that Rugrud made up the night before he
found out Sigried was pregnant. Sigried and Rugrud sat in their tent, she picked up the furs and placed them close to her chest.
When she prepared to breastfeed her, she raked her finger against a sliver of wood that stuck out of the tent structure like a
toothpick stuck out of some person's mouth. She moved her bruised finger up so it was eyelevel. Her eyes went wide as she saw
a cut that stared at her like an angry red eye, out of which dribbled deep crimson liquid. An idea formed in her mind and she
dangled the cut finger above the baby's open maw. Majni, age five, was playing in the corner of the tent with a stick, which he
pretended was a longsword.
Sigried looked done at Rakel,
"I have something to soothe your thirst, little one."
The sanguine liquid slid hung off her finger, like a vine hanging from the ceiling of some unused temple. The sanguine liquid dripped
into Rakel's mouth. She had gorged herself until she had had her fill. Sigried lifted her head up and saw that the wound had clotted
and the angry eye had closed for good.
She turned to her husband,
"Honey, will you go out and round something up for diinner for us and Majni?" Rugrud nodded and exited the tent.
Rugrud howled and turned into a wolf, not a phony man-beast but a true werewolf, one with sharp claws, sharp teeth and paws the
size of human hands. His fur was the color of the sun and his eyes were the color of blue skies, Sunshine was the wolf's name.
Sunshine sniffed the grounds near the Frostmoon camp and picked up a scent of some wildlife that was five yards from the camp.
He padded in the direction of the scents origin, he passed trees and rocks as his paws sunk deep into the snow with every step he
took.
Sunshine could feel the snow on his fur, which was equally matted with snow. He raised his head and used his ears as a radar,
searching for sounds of windlife. For thirty seconds, therre were sounds of trees and wind. He heard the sound of prey, HIS prey. He
padded further into the wintery wonderland. He finally came to Hirstaag forest where he knew the scent originated from. A deer was
grazing in the distance, it was completely unaware that a wolf stood five feet away, saliva dripping from his mouth. The wolf waited
for three seconds before lunging forward. The wolf's bloodlust fueled his feet, which were running at full force through the forest
towards his prey.
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