C.O.T.W Chapter 3 Wolf Kin

  • Once inside the building, Ma'kara looked over to see that Hasir had stopped, frozen in place with a grimace of pain etched on his

    reptilian face. Hasir staggered backwards, slumped against a nearby wall and slid down it, breathing heavily. Ma'kara looked at him,

    concerned.

     

    "Hasir, what is wrong? Your face is whiter than my fur." Ma'kara said, a little worried.

     

    She scanned the argonian from head to toe and stopped when she saw an angry, red puncture wound on the right side of his body.

    Thick, red blood was soaking his imperial scaled armor, effectively gluing the armor to his side. Ma'kara craned her neck to have a

    better look at the effected area and saw, to her astonishment, that the armor appeared undamaged. The pain was too much for

    Hasir to handle and he fainted.

     

    Ma’kara reached into her bag that she had placed on the floor beside her, pulled out a reddish potion bottle and was about to

    administer a healing potion to Hasir when the skin seemed to repair itself. Ma'kara gasped audibly, she was lost for words. She had

    never heard of wounds repairing themselves that fast. She tipped the potion in the argonian's mouth anyway as he did not seem to

    wake up, even after his wound miraculously healed. Hasir's eyes slowly opened.

     

    "Ma'kara, what am I doing on the floor?" Hasir croaked.

     

    Ma'kara told him to relax and that he had just passed out from the exorbitant amount of blood he had lost. Hasir stood up slowly.

    Ma'kara told him that she had a suit of light armor that she had picked up in her travels that can replace  his armor, that now was

    stained with blood. She handed him the armor and he stripped out of his blood-stained imperial armor. She turned her back

    until he was outfitted in the new armor. She turned back around to see him outfitted in a black fur hood, black armor with gold inlays

    and a golden wolf situated six inches below his shoulder and matching black furred boots and gauntlets. He grabbed his bag and

    slung it over his shoulder. 

     

    As they walked down the six steps to the main chamber, a guard asked them if they weere supposed to be here. Hasir took out a

    letter from his leather bag and handed it to the guard. After reading the letter, the guard opened the pair of small wooden doors and

    waved them to go in. The argonian and the khajiit found themselves in a large room with a table in the center and two rooms

    branching off of the main chamber. There also was a room with stairs leading to the upper cells in the northeast corner of the

    chamber.

     

    Hasir was about to proceed to the lower cellblock when Ma'kara put a hand on his shoulder, Hasir stopped and looked back. She

    gasped when she saw that he had three scars threathening to cover his left eye. She swore angrily at herself. How come she had

    just now noticed the scars.

     

    "Hasir, Ma'kara has a question that she hopes lizard can answer." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, "Hw did you get

    that scar on your eye?" 

     

    "Ma'kara" He said, smiling "That is a long story, I don't think"

     

    Hasir looked and saw Ma'kara had given him the 'sad kitty' eyes. Hasir sighed and began.

     

    "A few years ago, I was on a mission given to me by Molag Bal, he said to go to Solsthiem as a sort of test to prove myself to be a

    part of this coven my family was a part of called the Whetfang coven. I went to the island determined not to let lord Dagon down."

     

     

    Ma'kara was hanging on every word that he said with baited breath. Hasir continued,

     

    "I was venturing near the greystone fort they have there, fort frostmoth, when three werewolves appeared out of nowhere and

    attacked me." 

     

    To this, Ma'kara gasped, "Surely you did not turn into one of them?"

     

    Hasir sighed again, he said that he fought off two of the three werewolves. 

     

    Ma'kara asked about the third werewolf. He lowered his head in shame

     

    He lowered his voice so that Ma'kara could hear him,"The third one, he scratched me." he muttered.

     

    Ma'kara said how horrible that must have been for him and thanked him for recounting the tale to her. She and Hasir pressed on

    further into to jail where aa wooden room with twelve cells, siix on the lower levels and six on the upper level. Hasir turn to the first

    cell on the left and saw a blue khajiit sitting alone in a cell, his only friend seemed to be a dragonfly in a jar. The jar was placed on a

    wooden dresser that, Hasir could see, even through the bars, was littered with candles of various sizes. Hasir whistled to Ma'kara to

    pick the cell's lock because, he confessed, he was no good at lockpicking. Ma'kara took a lockpick out of her leather bag and set to 

    work on the lcok. After a minute there was a 'click' and she swung the cell gate open. 

     

    Inside the cell, Hasir and Ma'kara could see the khajiit he spotted earlier. He was strikng up a conversation with the dragonfly. Hasir

    strode over to a bed that lay behind the khajiit, undid the leather straps of his armor, boots and glove. She set the armor on the floor

    in front of the bed, leaning them agaiinst the foot board. He took of the hood and placed it in the same orientation.

     

    The khajiit felt his fur on the back of his neck prickled, as if someone was the who shouldn't be. He turned and saw a dark green

    argonian sitting on the bed staring at him, he had on a miner's shirt and brown trousers. 

     

    "Hello, stranger, come to kill me at last?" He asked

     

    The lizard gave him a look like he did not know how to respond. Hasir had not meant to harm someone he barely knew, Hasir told

    the khajiit he had no intention to harm him. 

     

    "Surely you know that you shot me with an arrow that left me partly blind in my left eye while I was on a mission for my homeland

    of Elsweyr. Inigo stated.

     

    Hasir's brow furrowed, as if it was mulling over a difficult question. "E-excuse me," Hasir stammered, "Who are you?" 

     

    The khajiit got up, walked over to the small bed covered in fur and straw and sat next to the argonian.

     

    "My name is Inigo", the Khajiit said, "What is your name?" 

     

    The lizard said his name was Hasir. The argonian called out to Ma'kara and told her to come over and meet Inigo. Ma'kara came over

    and, upon seeing her, Inigo's eyes went wide, his skin was laden with sweat and he felt emotions he never felt before. He saw

    Ma'kara walking over to the bed where Inigo and Hasir sat. Inigo moved closer to Hasir in order to give the snowy-white khajiit room

    to sit down.

     

    Ma'kara sat down and the two khajiit introduced each other. Inigo blushed as Ma'kara put her paw-like hand in his. Hasir turned his

    head toward the blue khajiit and saw that he and the snowy khajiit were smitten for each other. Over the next few hours Hasir told

    them about how he was made to be part of a werewolf pack that operated on Solsthiem, known as the frostmoon pack. He then

    asked them if they would like to be a part of the pack as well. 

     

    "Will it hurt? What are the benefits and drawbacks of this disease?" Inigo and Ma'kara Said as one.

     

    Hasir told the khajiit about the enhanced speed, eyesight and strength that they would receive, they would be much stronger than a

    human. Hasir's smile quickly faded as he told them of the diisadvantage in being a lycanthrope. He told them that they willl be weak

    to silver. He then went on to describe the role that silver would play if they happened to become afflicted by the metal.

     

    "Silver", Hasir went on, "Will act as a poison to dissolves in your blood and, even though you will not instantly die, you will suffer for

    a while before you actually do die." He got up from his perch on the bed and looked at them while his wolf banged against the

    confines of his cranium, begging to pass on the curse. Hasir put him around on Inigo's knee, lowering his voice as if he was talking

    to a child. 

     

    "Are you sure about this, because if I do this, this cannot be undone, well this is not entirely true as there is a cure, but, that is

    incredibly involved and incredibly difficult."

     

    Inigo and Ma'kara nodded in unison, saying that they want to make those that shunned them suffer. Silvery moonlight shon

    through the small window that stood about two feet above the chair that Inigo inhabited mere minutes before. Inigo and Ma'kara

    saw that Hasir's skin went as transparent as a ghost's. His clothes fell to the floor and his body bent at odd angles as every bone in

    his body broke and reformed. He was in his white wolf form once again. Frost bared his teeth and lunged at the two khajiit and gave

    quick slash to both their stomachs.

     

    They fainted because the pain in their guts was too great. When they awoke hours later, they found Hasir sitting on the bed again.

    He smiled broadly at them and waved at them. Hasir asked them how they were faring after being attacked by his wolf. Inigo said he

    was fine. He then looked over his shoulder at the still unconscious form of Ma'kara

     

    "That is more than I can say for Ma'kara."  A worried look came over his face.

     

    Hasir walked over to the bluish-purple khajiit and knelt down to feel the female khajiit's forehead, it felt cold to the touch.

     

    "She's out cold!" Hasir exclaimed, sounding suprised.

     

    He looked over to the khajiit and saw that the usual smile had gone from his furry face. Hasir leaned over to the khajiit and asked if

    everything was okay. the khajiit nodded and sad everything was fine, even though he did not feel it. Hasir got up and beckoned to

    Inigo to help him lift Ma'kara and bring her over to the bed.

     

    Inigo began to break into hysteric sobs, "Hasir, what are we going to do? If she doesn't wake up..."

     

    He sat on the bed, positioning himself so he sat neaer Ma'kara's head, and started stroking the white fur on the khajiit's head.

     

    Hasir hissed at Inigo, out of anger, "Ssilence, Inigo, I am trying to dissscern why she iss uncosciouss. Thiss may take ssome time."

     

    Hasir scanned the khajiit from head to toe, prodding her every inch of the way down. He then examined her eyes, sadly, he saw no

    cause for concern, frowned and then slumped into the chair close to the bed. He lowered his head and covered it with his hands. 

     

    "I don't know what to do..I examined every inch of her." He sobbed

     

    Inigo stopped stroking Ma'kara's white fur and leapt off of the bed. He triumphantly thumped Hasir on the shoulder which made

    Hasir lift his head. The lizard looked intently at Inigo. 

     

    "Hasir, I found something you need to see." 

     

    The khajiit took his hands out of his pockets, Inigo presented his left hand to the lizard and opened it. 

     

    Hasir saw in the khajiit's outstretched hand a pile of silvery dust. Hasir opened his mouth to speak.

     

    "Looks like the work of the silver hand, we have to find out how the silver dust got into her system. The silver hand will pay dearly

    for this."

     

    He got up angrily and grabbed the chair by two legs and smashed it against the bed headboard in frustration.

     

    "ARRGH! God Damnit! I cannot believe I did not look at her cheek!" 

     

    A sound outside the cell made the lizard snap out of his funk and looked around and at the bars of the cell. Through the black iron

    bars, Hasir could see a female nord wearing a fur bra and a skirt made of fur and had fur shoes on her feet. Beside her was a male

    nord wearing mourner's clothes along with brown pants. 

     

    "I wonder why they are here?" Hasir thought.