Hasir was rudely awakened by his bones expanding which caused him so much pain that he could not hope to sleep through it. His
eyes snapped open as he let out a blood curling yell as his scales stretched to accomodate the newly formed bones. He looked
over to see Khash fast asleep on her bed of hay that he made up for her some hours before. He screamed bloody murder as he felt
his limbs being torn from him by invisible horses. His soul split in two with the second half already in its white lupine form. Fur burst
from his body, claws burst from huge black paws. He look at Khash's body limp in dreamland. He reached out to her with his paw to
try and asked for help, before he could form the word in its entirety, a bloodcurtling screamed rang through the ship; razor sharp
fangs burst from his gums and his mouth and nose fused together while eloongated into a wolf snout.
Bloodfang stood there, muzzle wrinked and a sound of a truck engine enimated from deep within him as he pulled his lips back to
reveal rows of pointy white fangs; ropes of saliva hanging from the upper row. He ran toward the sleeping Argonian, who stirred just
as the wolf was just about to sink his fangs into her flesh. The white wolf intervened and put a paw in front of the Argonian, blocking
her from the black wolf's dripping maw.
Sensing that she was still asleep snugly on the straw. Bloodfang strode over to the cage door and scrutinized the door. Since bashing
the door did not work last time, he tired biting the bars even though this did not work before. If you continue doing this you will
break your fucking teeth Said a nagging small voice in his head. Instead of continuing this foolish endeavor, he backed off, thought
on this in a well informed manner and brandished a single black claw which contrasted against the brown ship interior, or at least the
brown wall interior seen through the bars of his cell. The wolf inserted his claw in the key hole which he saw when he maintained a
level head about this rather than trying to get to his next prey forcefully.
He manuvered the claw around the interior working of the lock. After some minutes, all of the pins of the lock gave way and the door
swung open. The wolf stepped out and sniffed the air and listened to the world with his new enhanced hearing. Unseen by
Bloodfang, the white wolf, Frost, followed close behind because he knew he was a part of the two parts that made up Hasir's soul. He
knew that if Bloodfang were to be destroyed then he would, by extension, be destroyed as well. A thought passed through his mind
If Bloodfang starts the action of killing, then you must finish it. He thought on this for some time and found some merit in it. He
reluctantly slunk in the shadow behind the black wolf who was five feet in front of him, closing in to his destination: a cell
perpendicular from his which contained a stormy-colored khajiit fast asleep on a bed of straw.
He proceeded to unlock the khajiit's cell door with a well placed black claw. The white wolf lowered to its stomach and whimpered
as he feared what the black would might do. The black wolf looked over its shoulder, saw the white wolf cowering and thought about
how he was being a scared pup, growled at him and jerked his head toward the open cage door. The white wolf followed
reluctantly; its movement slow, tail between its legs and ears flat against its head. He saw three barrels and hid behind them
watching the black part of his soul warily.
The khajiit stirred and looked up at the wolf with its muzzle wrinkled and lips pulled back showing rows upon rows of sharp teeth
dripping with saliva. The khajiit's question answered itself when he looked into the wolf's hard staring, narrowed eyes. He looked
back at it with a calm, almost dumb look on his face; he was silently hoping internally that the wolf would see this act and leave him
alone; this, however, did nothing. In a split second Bloodfang leapt for the khajiit and tore into his ribcage with a ferocity few beasts
could match. He wiggled his head to and fro trying to extract the heart from the screaming khajiit. The wolf suceeded and began
munching on the heart greedily. Unseen by the two wolves, Nerethi stirred from his slumber, saw what was going on and rushed
topside.
Above deck, the other dunmer were sitting in furred chairs talking to one another when Nerethi burst from the undercarriage of the
ship. He was yelling something about a wolf attack, though the conversing dunmer hardly heard him. He groaned and raised his
voice so loud that it drowned out whatever his fellow shipmates were talking about.
The dunmer finally got their attention as they turned their heads toward him,
"By the gods, Nerethi, what is it? Couldn't you see we were having a riveting conversation?"
The dunmer who had just come up from the ship's hold nodded nervously,
"Y-Yes and I do apologize for that but," He turned as white as a sheet, "One of our prisoners is being attacked by a rabid dog."
The other dunmer looked at each other and roared with laughter,
By the tribunal Nerethi, you must be drunk...or mad," The dunmer got up, walked over to him and put him arm around his shoulder,
"Nonetheless, we will have a look and see if this 'rabid dog' isn't just a figment of your imagination." He then turned to his two other
comrades sitting in their seats, "come on lads, this should be good for a laugh." He said as he roared with laughter soon joined by
the other dunmer. They continued laughing as they went down into the ship's cargo hold.
The dunmer all froze on the first, second and third steps as they beheld a large dog standing over a dead khajiit, his chest ripped
open,
"Okay, so Nerethi was not joking." They said collectively. The proceeded further into the cargo hold and brandished their weapons.
Sounds of unsheathing metal cut rang out through the room. Swords raised they ran toward the threat and were about to cut into
wolf when the wolf had bared his teeth and leapt at one of the men knocking him to the ground, shattering his ribcage with a huge
black paw and ate the poor guy's heart. When he was done with his meal he leapt between the others and did the same with them
as with the first dunmer. The stagnant air became thick with the smell of blood.
The two wolves did not notice the sun peaking over the clouds of the overcast sky. both the black and the white dropped to the floor
and writhed as though they were doing so from poison introduced into their blood; They yelped continuosly asthe Argonian's bones
painfully shrunk and reslotted themselves into his pre-wolf state. The yelps of pain of the black and white wolf turned into cries of
pain as Hasir transformed back.
His eyes fluttered open as he look around him and shrieked in terror,
"Gah! What in Oblivion happened here?" He shrieked, edging himself away from the dead grey-skinned bodies which were arranged
in a macabre circle around the Argonian. Khash came out from Hasir's cage several feet behind the argonian. She stopped a few feet
from the Argonian and almost slipped and fell on some unseen sticky fluid; She looked down and her eyes went wide; red, viscous
liquid was flowing from an open wound in the yawning ribcage of the dunmer nearest her. She crept closer to him, her hands flying
to her mouth; his heart was gone. Khash looked around here in the circle of bodies; she went to each one in turn. She shrieked in
terror as each of the bodies had suffered the same fate.
She saw Hasir huddled in the corner of the room near some stacked boxes on a bed of straw. The small Argonian put a hand around
the terrified adult-aged Argonian. She looked at him expecting to see tears flow from his eyes like raindrops from the heavens. He
did not shed tears but felt shame for what he did, even though he did not remember doing it.
Khash embraced him and looked him in his blue eyes,
"Hasir, that," She gestured to the middle of the wood floor where the dead bodies were, "was not your fault, your wolf did that not
you." She said, reassuring him and giving him a slight smile.
Khash reached up and wiped a tear from Hasir's eye and smiled at him,
"Come on, let's get this mess cleaned up and get back into our cages." She cast around as if to see a guard in an unseen corner of
the room, "Judging from the slowing of the ship, we must be nearing Dren plantation." She said straining her ears to hear the water
more clearly.
Hasir slid down the wall and thudded onto the wooden floor,
"You go ahead Kash, I don't deserve to go, if I do, I will be a slave either way." He said glumly
Khash furrowed her eyebrows at him and said she did not understand. Hasir looked at her with fiery red eyes and told her, albeit all
too loudly, that he was a monster and he did not deserve to live. Khash hissed angrily at him and told him not to be so down on
himself and that his lycanthropy is not a death sentence. Hasir shook his head slowly and said he appreciated the sentiment but he
did not feel so cheerful.
The ship slowed even more as it approached the plantation docks,
"Hurry," Khash hissed, "we need to move these bodies and clean up the blood before anyone sees." She cast left and right to see if
there were any cracks large enough to hide the body in, even though that might be hard with their ribcages in their current state.
Hasir got up, giving into defeat and helped the teenaged Argonian clean up.
Khash barked orders to Hasir,
"Hasir, pick up however many bodies you can carry and," She narrowed her eyes, obviously looking for a pristine hiding place for the
bodies; her eyes lit up as she found a space just large enough for the khajiit body behind the rows of barrels that lay near his cage.
Khash also said that they would try to hide the dunmer bodies as best they could. She directed Hasir to place the first two bodies in
a huge straw pile that lay against the wall adjacent to the trap door.
Hasir's eyes flitted between the dead bodies they were in the process of moving and the haypile,
"Ermmm... Kash, Will they get suspicious if we do this? I mean, the guards be coming down here to fetch us soon. Won't they
question four dead bodies sticking out of the hay?" He asked, cocking his head at her.
Khash said just to do it and not think about the reprocushions as they will be on Dren plantation proper before the guards notice
anything. Hasir did not see that Juleen and Drujeeta had been freed by Khash moments before and stepped in to help. Within an
hour, they had dumped every body minus the khajiit's mangled corpse into the pile of hay near the steps leading from the trapdoor,
and scrubbed the floor clean with a sponge and a bucket of water that lay next to the haypile.
As if on cue, a guard dressed in Imperial armor, judging from the shade of his skin he was an imperial, not a dunmer like the
Argonian had hoped for. Hasir frowned when he saw the somewhat heavy set imperial walking down the steps. The steps groaned
and creaked under his heavy foot falls, so much so in fact that Hasir was amazed the steps did not break in half due the increased
stress.
As he steadily approached the Argonians he produced a length of rope and began to loosely fashion four holes large enough for scaly
hands to fit through. He looked at them and smiled malicously,
"Hope you had a nice rest slaves, now get your asses up on deck." He growled, he stopped and glanced at the Argonian, "Oi! why
were ya out of your cages?" Nerethi told me when he said there were slaves on this ship that I could find them in their respective
cages, what in Oblivion am I going to tell him now? That they were planning their escape?"
Hasir walked up to the Imperial, smiled at him (though the Imperial thought it was more of a beastly snarl) and delivered a sharp
uppercut that connected with the Imperial's chin and propelled him several feet backward where he smashed into the wall next to
the haypile, slid down the wall and fell headfirst into it, his unconscious mind unaware that there were dead bodies around him.
The assaulter ran up the steps and slipped through the door. The other Argonians took one look at the feet sticking out of the hay
and followed Hasir. When Hasir and his gang of outlaws were topside, three dunmer led by Nerethi Hlaalu were staring at him, eyes
narrowed in disgust; Hasir looked up, even the sky seemed to not have liked their little display of power below desk.
Hasir told his followers to fan out; He hoped by them doing as he ordered, they would have a increased chance of success. Nerethi
broke off from the other dunmer who were now spread across the ship fighting the other Argonian slaves.
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