Well a different strain of Lycanthropy is in Skyrim that allows us to have control, I have heard of Werewolves that need to kill someone every month. Sometimes everyday as they have no control. I am blessed to have control.

I have heard about your blood magic, and how you can drain it... Perhaps the draining of an animals blood...

i do not like what i am hearing i am no new blood , nor am unreasonble but how can we trust them.

By not being paranoid, and starting to work with them. I for one do not desire the annihilation of humans. Only to exist in society knowing that our gifts do not make us shunned from groups...

The vigilant of Stendarr seem very arrogant on this calling us abominations however.

I am tempered by the pack if the pack wants piece So be it......... But say the word and I'll give the walking corpses A lasting glimpse of Hirnces hunting grounds before sending them on to realm of their six offending father.

I do so wish we could crouch on all fours and enter a " stealth " mode as a werewolf. Muffle is great and all but it will only get you so close, a sneak perk would work wonders for hunting.


Not really side with em, more like coexist. I can tolerate a couple humans here and there falling as vampire grub, but do not mistake that tolerance for submitting.

edit : It would seem Skooma maniac as tucked tail and ran

Their dark powers were given to them for a reason, and theirgoals are even worse. Blocking the rays of the sun? Are they trying to eliminate all life on Nirn? Have they gone insane? Even if all others are blind to their true schemes, I am not. I hereby withdraw myself from the pack till you have come to your senses.

You shame Hircine.

Even if the others are too stubborn and proud to form an alliance, I suppose we could, you know, not kill each other.
There seems to be somewhat of an alliance forming now, well, more of an unsteady truce.

I said peace they can live but not take over attempts to blot out will earn the same fate as any rouge Mage Vitamin D deficient or not.

Yeah I don't agree with blotting out the sunlight... At all.

Predators can coexist, but don't really get along to well. A coyote can hunt with in the territory of a wolf pack, but the coyote is wise enough to avoid the wolves. Perhaps the vampires should take heed to the wisdom of the coyote, and just avoid the strength of the pack.

I am an ancient who fights for the future of our kind while you dream of unjust unions! We must crush the werewolfs if we are to survive when they run out of food they will betray us!

YEAH nWo Wolf-pack 4 life!! Oh sorry wrong forum .. but no really, we will crush the vampires!!!

Then who's side are you on really? What are you scheming ?

While I like the idea of peace...

Their goals an ambitions set me off. I don't want to help a group that wants to do that, I want to stop them.

I will remain peaceful as long as the sun is not blocked out and my territory remains free of the vampires( or as long as I don't catch em in my territory ). If they succeed then our prey (man kind ) will die out, starving us, which I cannot allow.

Then pay a visit to Falion. I fear the dawnguard will not be so kind to spare you. If you wish Carrots or me could bless you with the touch of the moon.

I have not left (took an epic dump) I will destroy this abomination that is forming that you call an alliance. Simply your precious pack must submit or die at the hands of true vampires. How does it feel to betray your own kind Colonel Badass it's about time you wake up from this sick fantasy of yours.

Hmm....I wish for the good futures of both our races...if it means going against the plot to block out the sun, then I will do it, even if I am deemed a traitor.

Pride clouding your mind. I propose coexistence, not an alliance.

I promise, you won't catch me in your territory

You are a lost soul but I will continue with my campaign to halt the tyranny of the sun my fellow Vampire lords nothing will stand in our way as we take over all of tameriel!

The peace is off it' a ruse!
Death to the bloodsvckers!

If we blot out the sun, our food source dies. I think ahead, unlike you freshly blooded whelps.

Off Topic and on a sidenote. A while back I mentioned a diary. Here's what I came up with so far.



Diary of a drifter.

The things that have transpired over the past few days are nothing short of strange and ominous. Strange creatures showing up with unrelenting hospitality. An ancient blackened fortress appeared out of nowhere. As if it rose from the depths of the ocean, or perhaps something deeper and darker. And the cadavers seem to have tapped into new powers. I dare not to venture close to the fortress. Only a few days ago I was attacked by something that looked like it was carved out of a solid rock. It nearly took my right eye. And I know for certain, that it came from this dark place. I’m certain it is a host to a lot more of these creatures and something else. Something on a whole new scale. I can feel it’s hunger gnawing on my very soul even from this very distance. It sends a sweaty chill up my spine. I have not felt such things since I was tested in the eternal hunting grounds.

Two days ago, I was going about my favorite business, which is hunting. These days the companions are doing well without my presence. Kodlak’s decision was a sudden one, but also one I was dragged into. I’m thinking of stepping down. I have no wish of being a harbinger. It never was my wish. It’s just that I do not know of how to explain myself to them.
I always use the same excuse, to get away from my responsibilities. Aela knows. She can see the hunt in my eyes. It’s always there, dormant, until Hircine calls to me. To be honestly I’m not even sure if it’s Hircine’s doing. The beast blood is strong, but this hunger has been within me since my first hunt. I’m ranting.. waste of paper…

I was near the high elf base. A strange place. Surrounded by walls and shrouded in secrecy. It would almost seem they’re looking for something. Every quarter hour a group comes in and another goes out. I’ve seen them patrolling these lands and even took a few of them out when my inner rage lashed out at them. They were bringing in a fellow nord. He was bound and shamed and I could not let this pass. The nord prisoner ran away scared when he saw me slashing down the elves and I decided not to scare him any further and let him run to safety as Rorikstead was near. I found nothing on the elves’ bodies though. A secretive lot.
Anyway, I saw a magnificent cat and decided to follow it to it’s den. His fur was the same colour as the snow it threaded upon. A bulging belly dangled underneath it’s back. It would seem this one had already eaten and was in no mood for a good fight. Damnit ! I really needed some distraction from my situation at Jorvaskr. But then, something caught my eye. From the corner of my eye… no not the corner of my eye. I could simply feel it. Something was watching me. Something had been following me for quite some time and I had been completely unaware.

Immediately I cast a shield spell and drew my bow. It was fast! Within an instant it had closed in on me and I felt my shoulder cracking from the blow it delivered. By Talos! It was as if I was being hit by a granite boulder. Being barely able to pull the string towards me, I aimed an arrow at the creature and released it from my fingers. The arrow flew towards the black beast and bounced off. I could not believe what I was seeing. My arrows even pierce the thickest ebony, but this creature deflected it with nothing but his skin. My weakened shoulder might have been the cause as well, but I could still not believe it.
I was being cornered and had to come up with something fast, before this creature would bash in my skull.
Then I remembered a trick I had learned from a scholar inside a draugr tomb quite some time ago. With my left hand I summoned a flaming wolf which immediately charged towards my enemy. With my right hand I renewed my magic shield and put on my most precious procession. The ring went neatly around my finger and I roared out loud. My shoulder was being fixed by the transformation and it was hurting beyond any pain I’ve ever felt. Luckily it did not last very long. My flaming familiar had distracted the creature long enough for me to change. As usual, I felt a deep red hunger swelling up. With a howl that seemed to come from my stomach I charged towards my enemy. I jumped up and landed my claws right on it’s head. It shattered with a loud crack and what remained of the creature crumbled to a pile of rubble.

After I calmed down I felt my body shrinking and changing back again. I inspected the remains of the creature, but found nothing more than a pile of crumbled rock. Pitch black rock. It did not even reflect light. A gargoyle? I’ve heard about them from the greymane blacksmith once. But he told about these creatures as if they had been made up. The kind of talk that goes with a long evening and too much mead. Could they be true then, such old wives tales?

One must prove themselves worthy of the pack first by sharing a glorious story of a hunt first. Other wise they shall be viewed as a vampire spy trying to undermine the pack.


Colonel Badass has smartened up and realized that it's a futile endeavour trying to kill a werewolf, there's none how can hold a candle to our strength.