Open The returning Champion Wolf.

[Werewolf Maker 666]

{In this story the old Werewolf Champion cursed with Immortality, and unable to control his wolf form. And he was captured by High Elf Empire, and is sentenced to Death publicly decapitation. But that depends, on if anyone wishes to try to save him. If nor, anyone taking part will get to see him in action.}​

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A man sat in a dark, and dank prison cell, in a High Elf prison. He couldn't remember the name of the city he was in, but he new it didn't matter.​

'Why do I have to be treated this way?' He thought to himself. He wore rags around him, being a prisoner. He had silver chains around his wrists, and ankles. And a collar around his throat.​

Then a High elf walked to the door unlocking, and grabbing his collar dragging him to the courtyard of the castle. An ax men stood ready at the block.​

'So it has finally come?' He thought to himself​

"Any last words beast?" He asked the man looking at him his arms behind his back.​

"Yea....Go f***f yourself Daedra gods." He said looking to the sky. He didn't seem happy he finally got to die, but he also wanted to live out some of life's good things. He spent most of his life trying to live them, but he knows now. It might as well be the end.​

 

[Artemis Shadows]

A wood elf stood among a crowd of on-lookers. She was a servant for one of the High Elf nobles that had turned up for the execution. The woman watched as the prisoner was dragged into the courtyard. She looked to her Lord, only to see him grinning in anticipation. Her attention turned back to the man. He looked about ready to give up, to except his fate. "Don't give up! Keep fighting! I believe in you!" she called out to the man, she didn't know why but she felt pity for him and couldn't just watch him accept such a fate.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

He had his eyes closed, but when he heard the cheer he perked his ears slightly he looked up at the sky. It was nighttime, and the clouds were covering the full moon. He hadn't felt the moons rays for centuries now, and was about to witness what was in store for him. He watched as the clouds moved, and the full moon seemed closer then ever as his eyes widened to the sight of the giant beautiful sphere in the sky. His veins began to turn black, and his body began to shake violently as they pushed him against the block. But they did one wrong thing, they took off the collar.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

"Something...isn't right" the High Elf said while narrowing his eyes. The wood elf struggled to see what was happening. The crowd was growing thick and they all were much taller than her. She sighed and admitted defeat and retreated to her place behind her Lord. She watched the expressions of the others, searching for a sign as to what was happening.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

(Name: Damian BlackFang

Age: Forced immortal from Daedric Gods/Godess's

Species: Nord (But is one of Hircine's first, and favorite wolves.) / Werewolf.

Looks: Human form: Tall, around 7'2 ft tall, and has long black hair. He is tan skinned, and has scars all across his body. A main scar across his left eye, but both his eye colors are pitch black. He mainly wears rags, but will wear daedric armor when he can craft it.
Werewolf form: It is a large hulking creature about 9'4, and extremely built. In his wolf form. The Daedric god's both blessed, and cursed him with the Daedric wolf armor. While in his wolf form, if the gods think he is in trouble they will form it onto him. When he is in the armor it fits perfectly onto his body. On the Gauntlets are blades on the sides of his arms. Gloves help his claws. His helmet fits perfectly on his head, and has a red glow to it. He wears leg protectors as well.

Bio: He was born when the Daedric gods/godesses were young. He was given the gift of the beast blood from Hircine, and made a Champion, but now with more followers they found they had no need for him. So they made his armor a curse. If he had to put on his armor, his inner wolf would take over. so he tries to not shift at all anymore. But the longer he refuses to shift. The more his inner wolf is riled up

As you asked.)

He shook more as he began to grow larger, the headsman looked at him then gripped his ax more but it was to late. A giant werewolf bursts from the skin of the once Nordic man. Black magic forming onto his body forming into his daedric armor. The beast swung its sharpened claws at the elf headsman sending him flying, but he was dead on contact. The beasts' arm came round, and smashed the other elf's face into itself. The beast let out one ast long howl, and then ran off.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

All the elves scattered with screams for help and screams for mercy. The woman was shoved to the ground and was nearly trampled, she rolled out of the way and watched the chaos from a safe distance. She looked at the dead elves and knew the man had escaped....although he was a monster. Perhaps she should have kept her mouth shut. The woman sighed and stood and dusted herself off, her Lord was long gone, probably already back at the manor. She wouldn't be missed for a while.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

A thump was heard behind her, as the wolf was behind her. She could hear heavy breathing, and feel it huffing on her back.
"Who are you?" The creature said in a rough voice.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

The woman tensed and shut her eyes tight, "I....I'm just a servant! My name's Iris!" she slowly turned around and opened her eyes and she looked up at the large beast in front of her. This creature was 10 times her size and could effortlessly kill her. She shoved that to the back of her mind, what a horrible thought!

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

He huffed once more.

"I must thank you for freeing me, the man wouldn't let me out even to save him." The creature said then got closer to her.

"There for I spare your life, but if we meet again. I will be hungry." The creature huffed again, and climbed off, and away.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

Iris let out a sigh of relief. Her life had been spared. She could be dead right now...but at least she would be with her beloved Oreyn, the man that had raised her in place of her parents. If only he was still alive, they would be in Valenwood. Hunting all day and then sharing stories by the fire at night. But no...the thalmor had invaded and killed him. Now she was a...SERVANT to a Thalmor mage. Iris bit her lip and held back a frustrated sigh. "Live and endure...live and endure" she ran a hand through her dark brown, almost black, hair and blinked her bright golden eyes and began the long walk back to the manor.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

When she had returned the door had been busted open, by some kind of claws. Blood trails out of the house as the body of the High Elf noble lay on the door step. A message in blood. reading.
'We all need our freedom, take yours back. I have cleared the way.'

 

[Artemis Shadows]

Iris couldn't help but smile slightly, "May Auriel bless you, beast" she whispered. She ran inside and gathered what she could. She even managed to find her old armor and her bow which was locked away. Iris felt complete, wearing her black armor and having her trusted bow on her back along with her arrows. She felt more like herself. Now she needed to flee, to get far away from this place, she'd be to blame and a bounty would be placed on her head. Iris ran through the city and fled out the gates and into the woods, her natural element.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

A long, and beautiful howl could be heard in the distance of where she was.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

The elf smiled and cupped her hands over her mouth and let out a howl in response. It wasn't as realistic or as beautiful as the one she was responding too but the purpose was clear, it was a thanks. A thanks for sparing her and freeing her all in the same night. Iris stopped howling and took her hands away from her mouth and adjusted the bow on her back and set off for a long walk.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

The wolf traveled for days, and hundreds of miles across Tamriel eating most anything he came across, but everytime he'd come across another wolf they would follow him, joining a growing pack.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

Iris had been traveling for endless hours, she enjoyed the thrill of seeing new things and hunting the different creatures. She preferred staying in heavily forested areas but would sometimes travel to towns and stay at inns and such. Occasionally she'd come across another hunter while out travelling and they'd trade items and chat, sharing rumors and knowledge of the area. Iris was currently tracking a large stag through the forests. She aimed her arrow and took in a sharp breath, focusing on the target.

 

[Werewolf Maker 666]

Just as she was about to release the arrow a giant wolf comes out of the trees tackling the stag, and 3 other werewolves come out of the brush growling, and began to drag it off.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

"Damn wolves!"she said angrily. Iris puts the arrow back in the quiver and angrily stands from her hiding spot. She shook her head and decided that the best thing would be to just leave, those wolves might want dessert. Iris crouched down and silently began sneaking off.