#taywin

Name: Taywin

Weapon of choice: Bow/Claws

We should travel together: (First meeting) “You better move fast.” 

use melee: “time to get my hands dirty.”    “Stand back its gonna get messy.”   “I won't bite you...this time.”

use ranged: “They won’t see it coming.”  “The Prey awaits.”  “May your arrows fly swiftly.”

open inventory: “Careful where you put your hands.”   “Is any of this worth carrying?”  “Is that a sweet roll I smell? I mean.. forget what I said.”

stay close: “No one will touch you while I'm here.”   “A pack stays close.”  “You should use mud to hide your scent. Not that you smell bad. Nevermind.”

keep distance: “I'll make sure you're covered.”   “Don't wander too far.”  “I'm a wolf not an eagle stay in sight.”

Stealth: “One with the night.”   “The hunt is on.”  “Hey, I found a coin.”

be passive: “You’re kidding me?”  “Ill refrain from ripping their throat our...for now.”   “What next fancy silks?”

be aggressive: *Shifting into his werewolf form* “ i thought you'd never ask!”  “A blood bath is still a bath, right?”  “aren't I always?”

wait here: “Fine.”  “Ill make camp.”  “Don't die.”

Follow me:  “Good, I was getting hungry.”       “You smell different. Have you traveled with another?”  “Will we actually hunt something this time?”

Dismissed: “I won't be far.”  “Time to find an elk.” 

            “No one will come for you dog, you are my personal hound of war now. I don’t want to hear anything out of you other than yes man or as you command. Otherwise you will end up back in my tent and reintroduced to my silver blades.” Captain Valerie Stoneheart, an Imperial woman who stood towering over Taywin her dark brown locks falling in hiding her steel eyes that looked down at the bound man in disgust.

Taywin laid in the mud and muck a steel boot planted firmly in his chest. He had been captured by this mountain of a woman a week prior after Taywin ripped through a small bandit camp. Fresh scars from those same blades Valerie just threatened Taywin with dotted his already scarred form. Healing the wounds moments after they were made was her favorite trick. Taywin mumbled a veil threat through the gag in his mouth at his captor. His chains rattled as he shifted his body nocking the boot from his chest and into the mud splashing it up onto Valerie’s polished armor.  

Valerie delivered a swift kick into Taywin’s gut. “Vile beast, Squirm all you’d like you’ll be broken soon enough!” The sound of her blade exiting its sheath filled the cell. “Pain is all you dogs understand and its time you learned another lesson.” She slowly dragged the tip of her blade down his chest. “The only question is which part should I cut first?” her words trialed off as the sounds of clashing steel interrupted her cruel intent.

           “Stormcloaks!” a voice echoes through the halls only to be cut off by a sharp scream.

“no one leaves this building alive, that goes for the prisoners too they are either monsters or thieves!” a gruff voice replaced the sound of war. “Bring me the Captain we have unfinished business!”

The deep voice Taywin was all too familiar with filled his mind. “The woman is strong not prey, we like her. Pack leader.” Taywin hated how right the voice was, he did like her strength and her innate predatory nature. “let us out and we shall get the woman out and a meal for us.  She is beat us and we have not been able to escape her clutches, yet she is our alpha Taywin. Must protect.” Taywin gritted his teeth and sat up mumbling through the gag in his mouth getting the Captains attention.

“What is it can’t you see I’ve got more important things to deal with?” The anger in her voice was not lost in her whispered tone.

Taywin kept mumbling trying to get his point across, shaking the chains to get what he wants.

Valeria quickly removed the gag. “Do you want to die you stupid animal they will here you!” she got right in Taywins face to make sure her whispers were heard.

Taywin cut her berating off. “let me out and I’ll keep us alive the last thing they will expect is a wolf tearing there throat out.” As usual his voice was soft if not filled with a sort of frustration.

She let out a soft laugh. “Ridiculous, you think I could trust you with my life when only moments ago you where still resisting me.”

A small growl escapes Taywins lips. “That was then we have decided that you are our alpha, you brought us down and held us on a leash for long enough for us to know we have been beaten.” He turned around to expose the lock. “Now, scream war and let loose the dog of war.” His voice was now mixed with a feral overtone.

Valeria sighed and looked into his eyes for a moment before removing the chains and shackles freeing him. “Go tear them to pieces and take my fort back from this rebel scum dirtying my halls!” This time it was not a whisper but a commanding yell that left her chest.

Taywin stood up stretching his limbs before stepping into the hall blades drawn and pointed. “I respect your bravery, but bravery brings are dead men.” His body hunched forward his skin giving way to thick black fur, claws and teeth. A long howl silences the roar of men that once filled the stone halls. Crimson began painting the halls and iron bars as Taywin ripped through the fur covered soldiers not sparing any of them and not stopping until nothing, but pieces are left. The large wolf escorted Valeria out of the dungeon ending any in their path.

Valeria seemed to relish the carnage taking proud steps through the red river that formed in their wake. “Oh, my beautiful wolf I will make sure I make up all the pain I’ve put you through! This is glorious if this is what you want ill bring you prey like you have never imagined!” Her eyes are filled with excitement and a hint of lust. Every few steps Valeria dips her blade in the blood, cleaning the blade with her tongue. Each time the crimson graces her tongue a small moan escapes.

Taywin couldn’t help but admire her bloodlust, especially in this form. It invigorated him, the fort that was once under siege now was being emptied of the bear hooded forces. Those who didn’t fall to bloodied claw ran into the wild screaming of the empires scarlet hound. The smell of iron stained the fort. Taywins large form moved to his new master sniffing the air around her before curling around and laying at her feet with a wet slop.

"Its here!" Taywin pushed into the room rushing into the chamber bone crunching underneath his feet.

Taywin ran his hands over the shrine making sure it was real. "Finally answers...Hircine answer my call, make me whole again! Bring peace to your servant!"

The chamber rumbled, the clattering bones rose to form skeletal wolves that pounced on Taywin their forms sinking into his flesh.

Taywin let out restrained screams, his eyes glazed over, his mind flooding with memories. Flashes of the silver hand stood over Taywins helpless body as he was chains to a table, blood and molten silver scattered over him as a women in dark robes chants. The vision goes black being replaced by a large werewolf raising silvered claws tears through other werewolfs. Again the image shifts the werewolf before Hircine himself, a battle waged between the two. The fight was quick as the wolf was cast to the dirt shifting back to show Taywins unconscious form. Vision returned to Taywin the chamber now empty.

A voice filled the air. "You were never my servant but an abomination created to see my fall. I cast you out just as i did all those years ago!" The shrine cracks as the room shakes again. "I shall hunt you for all eternity Silver Hound!" Howls echo through the chamber.