Drela was a proud dark elf, especially when he finally got out of the College of Wintering. In the College though, he became a master in Destruction and an expert in Restoration. He lived a joyous life there, but soon found himself wanting more then just magic and being stuck there. He wanted freedom. Freedom to roam the wilderness and use his talents for something important. Like killing mythical beasts. Once he was out of the College's gate he knew where he wanted to go. Somewhere out of the freezing plane which the College was founded on. So after a week's journey going from harsh imbearable icey wastelands, to the majestic beauty of forests he ended up staying in the forests. He stayed in the forests for a bit until he found that the frequent spider attacks were a bit annoying and peevish. And soon the beauty of the place became jaded as well, and he wanted a change of senery.
So as he moved onto a different place he stumbled upon a campsite, and thinking that he could get some supplies from them, he went into the campsite. He was soon astonished to find out that all of the people in the camp were dead. Some even eaten to the bone. He thought the mauling was done by a pack of wolves or some bears, so he blew it off. And since they were already dead, he decided that they wouldn't need their supplies. He rummeged through their supplies, found some coin, venison, fruit, the usual stuff. But, there was a strange book on werewolve's he found, and he kept it, and read it every night.
He finally found the place he wanted to build his house, it was in an open field, but also to the west were some mountains. After 3 months of staying in an inn, his house was finally completed. He celebrated it with some friends, they were all nord's and hated magic but he never told them he had the magic "curse", is what they called it. It was midnight and he was in the tavern with them; drinking, laughing, having a good time. Then a scream was heard outside, they rushed out and saw a group of bandits over a dead body. His friends drew their weapons, and attacked. They were no match for the bandits though, and were but into their place in a few seconds. The bandits saw Drela and rushed him. Drela knew what he had to do. He choose his most powerful spells to use against them. The bandits looked at him with astonishment, for noone in the town knew magic, and burned with anger. Drela, with the fire in his hands and ready to use, summoned a tornado of fire around him, consuming the bandits instantly. His friends looked at him with shock, and knew that their friend was a magician. They got up, swords drawn, and commanded their friend to leave the city.
Walking to his brand new house, he was saddened by the fact that his friends now hate him. But also happy that he can live in a much more peaceful place. He entered his house and picked up the werewolf book again, and started reading. He was on the last few pages, when he saw a note on the last page. The note said "I have finally tracked this wicked creature down, and I will kill it tonight, with the trap I have set up, it cannot live after this." He then remembered the grusome camp site months ago, and how everyone was dead. He knew what he had to do, kill this horrible creature before it killed anyone else. Finally his chance at slaying a mythical creature.
He set out the next day, prepaired to face it. He tried to find it's trace, he looked for rumors in cities, but found none. He couldn't believe this, he knew it existed, but yet it wasn't anywhere to be found. Late at night he went home, and arose the next morning. This time, he was prepairing a few magika and health potions and entanting a silver blade with fire damage. "Hahaha", He laughed, "I'll kill this thing easily now." Hoping again that he would find it, he went out, and search again. But to no avail, he didn't find a trace of it. "How in the world could that hunter have found a trace of the beast, when I can't." He thought. He went back inside his house, tired, beaten, and broken. He no longer had hope that he would find it. So, he changed his mind and decided to open a potion business.
Weeks later, it was a success, he made over 100,000 septims from it. He was finally living the good life. He knew he shouldn't think about inconsequencial things, like finding and killing a werewolf, but yet he could never get it off his mind. That night, as he was sleeping he heard roaring and claws scratching against his house. Thinking it was just a sabercat, he blew it off. The next morning was as typical as ever, he was making potions. All day, he felt like he was being watched, but when he looked up he couldn't find anyone or anything thing. The next night was silent and calm. When he finally got it, for it was late in the afternoon, he went downstairs and started to make some more potions. Then, he heard his door busted down.
Drela turned quickly and drew his silver dagger. He saw the werewolf, and he knew all the myths were real. The beast roared, Drela started to charge at him, but the beast lept across the room claws stretched out, and struck him. He flew 10 feet, until he hit the wall. He was on the ground paralyzed, he couldn't move at all, the slashes in his body were too deep. The beast stood over him now, he knew he had lost, just like the hunters who tried to kill it. The beast roared in excitement, as it's prey was down. The beast then ate Drela alive. The screams of Drela could be heard all the way to the town where he stayed in the inn. But, noone missed him there.

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