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White Werewolves
29th of Rain's Hand, 428 3E
The howls in the night have become more insistent and, much as I hate to admit it, at times I feel compelled to go outside and follow the howls. Even now, as I sit here at my desk, typing into this journal on my Dwemer notebook, I hear the howling in the hills and am fighting the desire to follow the sound. According to a dream I had last night, once Neldor and I are married the howls will no longer affect me.
In the dream, two extremely large white werewolves entered my bedroom and quietly made their way to the side of the bed. One of the werewolves had bright green eyes while the other had amethyst colored eyes like my own. Oddly, my dreaming self was not frightened and remained relaxed beneath the bed-covers.
The werewolf with the amethyst eyes came closer to me until her muzzle was merely inches from my face. At that point she spoke to me, not with her voice but with her mind. That being said, I noticed that her "voice" had a strong Valenwood accent like Neldor's and Thorinor's. Looming over me, the werewolf said, "Be joined to your chosen mate. Do it quickly, little one. Once you form a life-bond with him, the howls will no longer be able to compel you to do anything."
The green eyed werewolf, who spoke with a male voice (which also had a Valenwood accent) stated, "Nothing and no one can break a life-bond."
The howls in the hills continued while the white werewolves were speaking to me. As the female remained near the bedside, the male stepped over to the window and glared out at the surrounding foothills. He then drew his lips back from his fangs and uttered a deep low growl. It wasn't loud, but the sound carried. It was the sort of deep sound that can be felt deep in a person's core. At that moment the howling in the hills stopped and I got a sense that the creature who had been howling was intimidated by the white werewolf.
I don't really recall anything from the dream from that point on. Perhaps it ended when the howling stopped. Whatever the case, I woke up refreshed to the sound of songbirds and the bright morning sun streaming through the windows.
On this last day of being unmarried, Neldor and I found ourselves relieved and happy with our decision to leave the Adventurer's Guild. Not only have we left to pursue our true interests, but Sarasvati and Thorinor have as well and are now running the Pelagiad theater. And yes, married life seems to perfectly agree with them.
Our garden has not yielded any produce yet, but with our cows producing milk and our bees making honey, we've been able to make a delicious blend of honey-milk. After getting some mixed, we packed up some bottles into frost enchanted boxes and sent them to Darkfell and Acacia, and Thorinor and Sarasvati along with some notes saying, You get to be our guinea pig. Let us know what you think of this.
If our family likes it, we'll start putting labels on the bottles and start selling the honey-milk to the local grocer. There will be other types of flavored milk once our garden has grown enough to yield produce.
When the daily farm chores were done we were free to spend the day as we wished. Feeling a bit restless and eager to get to tomorrow, we tended to jump from fishing, to playing chess, to practicing archery, to reading, to...well...you get the picture.
It was in the evening when the howls in the hills began again, more insistent then ever. In an effort to to ignore it, I turned my attention to the news and came across this story;
"How could Adusa have failed so?" groaned Adusa daro as she slumped to the ground in pain. Witness reports describe that the vampire, who was attempting to lay the smack-down on Usanda Moon Leaf, found herself on the losing end of the melee. Usanda was apparently quite pleased with herself.
The reporter captured an image of a chestnut brown werewolf snarling at the khajiit vampire who was seated on the sidewalk and appeared to be pouting. Unlike Godonir, the female werewolves don't seem to cause much trouble, and even in this case witnesses report that it was Adusa who struck first. If that was indeed the case, well, the she-wolf had the right to defend herself.
The next story also involved Usanda and thankfully did not include any pictures;
Usanda Moon Leaf was still all a-flutter after a recent tryst with the local town casanova Tanor the Sleaze. Friends have noted that she talks about nothing else, and is quite free with the juicy details!
I...guess this was her way of celebrating her defeat of Adusa. Perhaps she decided to visit Tanor because Godonir is...howling the hills. Ah, whatever, I don't really care. It's not my concern.
Tomorrow I marry Neldor, and for some strange reason I have been comforted by my odd dreams of the white werewolves. That in itself is strange, isn't it? To feel comforted by a dream of two massive white werewolves entering my room and standing at the bedside. Not to mention the fact that the male werewolf was able to silence the howling in the hills.
That...is interesting. The white werewolves are beings whom the howler in the hills fears. I'm sure that is not an overstatement. For all his swaggering around Pelagiad and getting others under his power, he fears the white werewolves, enough to fall silent at there mere sound of their growl.
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The howls in the night have become more insistent and, much as I hate to admit it, at times I feel compelled to go outside and follow the howls. Even now, as I sit here at my desk, typing into this journal on my Dwemer notebook, I hear the howling in the hills and am fighting the desire to follow the sound. According to a dream I had last night, once Neldor and I are married the howls will no longer affect me.
In the dream, two extremely large white werewolves entered my bedroom and quietly made their way to the side of the bed. One of the werewolves had bright green eyes while the other had amethyst colored eyes like my own. Oddly, my dreaming self was not frightened and remained relaxed beneath the bed-covers.
The werewolf with the amethyst eyes came closer to me until her muzzle was merely inches from my face. At that point she spoke to me, not with her voice but with her mind. That being said, I noticed that her "voice" had a strong Valenwood accent like Neldor's and Thorinor's. Looming over me, the werewolf said, "Be joined to your chosen mate. Do it quickly, little one. Once you form a life-bond with him, the howls will no longer be able to compel you to do anything."
The green eyed werewolf, who spoke with a male voice (which also had a Valenwood accent) stated, "Nothing and no one can break a life-bond."
The howls in the hills continued while the white werewolves were speaking to me. As the female remained near the bedside, the male stepped over to the window and glared out at the surrounding foothills. He then drew his lips back from his fangs and uttered a deep low growl. It wasn't loud, but the sound carried. It was the sort of deep sound that can be felt deep in a person's core. At that moment the howling in the hills stopped and I got a sense that the creature who had been howling was intimidated by the white werewolf.
I don't really recall anything from the dream from that point on. Perhaps it ended when the howling stopped. Whatever the case, I woke up refreshed to the sound of songbirds and the bright morning sun streaming through the windows.
On this last day of being unmarried, Neldor and I found ourselves relieved and happy with our decision to leave the Adventurer's Guild. Not only have we left to pursue our true interests, but Sarasvati and Thorinor have as well and are now running the Pelagiad theater. And yes, married life seems to perfectly agree with them.
Our garden has not yielded any produce yet, but with our cows producing milk and our bees making honey, we've been able to make a delicious blend of honey-milk. After getting some mixed, we packed up some bottles into frost enchanted boxes and sent them to Darkfell and Acacia, and Thorinor and Sarasvati along with some notes saying, You get to be our guinea pig. Let us know what you think of this.
If our family likes it, we'll start putting labels on the bottles and start selling the honey-milk to the local grocer. There will be other types of flavored milk once our garden has grown enough to yield produce.
When the daily farm chores were done we were free to spend the day as we wished. Feeling a bit restless and eager to get to tomorrow, we tended to jump from fishing, to playing chess, to practicing archery, to reading, to...well...you get the picture.
It was in the evening when the howls in the hills began again, more insistent then ever. In an effort to to ignore it, I turned my attention to the news and came across this story;
"How could Adusa have failed so?" groaned Adusa daro as she slumped to the ground in pain. Witness reports describe that the vampire, who was attempting to lay the smack-down on Usanda Moon Leaf, found herself on the losing end of the melee. Usanda was apparently quite pleased with herself.
The reporter captured an image of a chestnut brown werewolf snarling at the khajiit vampire who was seated on the sidewalk and appeared to be pouting. Unlike Godonir, the female werewolves don't seem to cause much trouble, and even in this case witnesses report that it was Adusa who struck first. If that was indeed the case, well, the she-wolf had the right to defend herself.
The next story also involved Usanda and thankfully did not include any pictures;
Usanda Moon Leaf was still all a-flutter after a recent tryst with the local town casanova Tanor the Sleaze. Friends have noted that she talks about nothing else, and is quite free with the juicy details!
I...guess this was her way of celebrating her defeat of Adusa. Perhaps she decided to visit Tanor because Godonir is...howling the hills. Ah, whatever, I don't really care. It's not my concern.
Tomorrow I marry Neldor, and for some strange reason I have been comforted by my odd dreams of the white werewolves. That in itself is strange, isn't it? To feel comforted by a dream of two massive white werewolves entering my room and standing at the bedside. Not to mention the fact that the male werewolf was able to silence the howling in the hills.
That...is interesting. The white werewolves are beings whom the howler in the hills fears. I'm sure that is not an overstatement. For all his swaggering around Pelagiad and getting others under his power, he fears the white werewolves, enough to fall silent at there mere sound of their growl.