*Summons Hircine*
"My Lord. You appear angered. Have I done you wrong?"
"You still attempt peace when war is required."
"I do not wish to murder my own kind"
"Their death is not my choice. It is their own!"
"I have killed my own before, and I will do anything to not do it again"
"That is what makes you weak."
*Fellow Werewolves circle around*
"I require a new Champion. You, are obviusly unworthy of the title"
*Werewolves close in*
"Brothers! I ask of you to not do this"
*one lunges out, I swipe across the face with my claws, killing him in one hit*
"The one who kills this weakling will be my new Champion!"
*Runs off into the forest*
"My own lord has betrayed me. My blessing will become his curse."

Enough. We need not argue. There is more to this war then a fight over territory.

I like being a rebel. I'm generally a jerk (most would say I'm an ass) to people and I'm clinically insane (but the nords don't know that). I have the amazing power of unintentionally pissing people off (though sometimes I do try to on purpose).

it amazes me how one, with no army to back him up, dares to mock gods in their face, and somehow manages to survive

This fight isn't over territory! Its a fight that started when Messer Liberty waltzed in and claimed we are unworthy and mar 'beauty'. He threatened us, I tried to diplomatically reason with him but he claims I'm trying to use a silver tongue. Since then he has been riling up the wolves and his forces making both sides stirred.

I've sacrificed enough to have lived many times over. No gods, No Masters. I can follow a leader, I can believe in the words of the gods, but I refuse to have a Master or Master figure.
I've lived long enough because I followed my family motto: Nunquam Non Paratus I try to be never not prepared.

It will bug out sometimes if you put the camera up as close as you can get it. When you start to sprint the camera moves to the point of it being inside your frame, giving the impression of 1st person. But I do agree it did take some getting used to the first time I changed, I find putting the camera half a good distance from my toon helps. But a 1st person option like in Oblivion would have been nice.

Hunting story

I did it again last night, spent more then a week in beast form. I did at least 6 laps around the map, pretty much wiped the map clean of life I started in the Falkreath area ( guarding it from Markus ) and 11 days later ended in Falkreath. I think I really enjoy hunting giants, for I was in a mood and took it out on every giant I crossed. I even tried my luck in Eastmash ( the hot springs ), entered the giant camp that's just outside the word wall, knowing the dragon would take notice of the noise. First I took out the mammoths, not that hard to do, then I moved in to attack the giants. The first giant was warming next to the fire until it noticed me killing it's mammoths, it began to run to aid is herd just as I was half way to the camp. I made a lunge at the giant and tore at it's rib cage, it was stunned from the wound and it look at me with fear. As I made my second pass the other giant was cresting the little hill that backed their camp, which provoked the dragon to attack. I made a split second decision, to turn and try to heard both giants and the dragon as best I could.

It worked just as I had intended, the dragon attacked the giants instead of me. This allowed me to turn and replenish my health and blood lust on a group of Imperial soldiers bringing a prisoner to Solitude. The Imperial's proved an easy meal so I returned to the brawl I had started, just as I passed the camp fire the dragon took off leaving me with the two giants but just as luck would have it the dragon managed to weaken on giant to the point it was on it's knees. This allowed me to handle the very angry, untouched giant. With a single power swipe I sent the giant into the camp fire, it then crumpled into the fetal position

It only took me 2 seconds to rip open the chest of the giant and devour it's heart right in front the other giant( who was still on it's knees recovering ). All the while the dragon was off killing mud crabs or something instead of turning on me and the last giant No matter, I took full advantage of the dragons ADD and finished of the giant as slowly as time would allow. I walked towards the weakened goliath, all the while our eyes locked. I could not only see the fear and pain of the giant but I could almost smell it and taste it, as I approched the dragon returned cutting my *fun* short. With one final power swipe I pounded the giant and almost put it to the word wall the dragon protects, I decided to not feed on this corpse, I would save it for if I need it while I engaged the dragon.

Predictably the dragon made a fly by, raining down heel fire. But this is no pup, I have killed legendary dragons let alone a mere run of the mill dragon. I turned so fast that my neck almost broke and made a dash for a set of evergreen to take shelter. As I poked my nose out to see where the dragon had gone it landed right in front of me without warning, I didn't even blink, I lunged out from under the protection of the trees and made one single power swipe which connected with the muzzle of this dragon. Stunned by my savagery the dragon flinched, I took this moment to land a couple jabs in. As it recovered I made a dash towards the camp( which was behind the dragon by this point ) forcing it to turn to face me, I turned just as the dragon turned and took off from the ground.

But by the time it regained it's composure I was already for anything it threw at me. It lined up for another fly by, but I know how to counter, I ran directly into the flight path of the dragon so as it would miss, or at best catch my tail alight. It turned for what appeared to be another fly by but I must have wounded it pretty good for it landed once more. I was about 50 feet away from me so I made a mad dash straight into the gaping jaws but before it could bite down I smashed it's face, once more stunning the beast. I showed no mercy I started to just power swipe and power swipe and power swipe until I could no longer lift my arms, but my savage plan worked I was tired but the dragon was mortally wounded and it was covered with it's own blood from shoulders to snout. I could see the dragon straining to breath, I circled, it watched, I continued to circle, it took in one last breath to burn my furry butt. I noticed the glint of hope in the dragons eyes, but it was not use, by the time it was ready to turn me into werewolf BBQ I was at it's hind quarters. If your an experienced dragon hunter you know that the one place a dragon cannot reach is it's hip

It tried to fry me but it's wing took most of the blast for me, all the while I was chewing my way to it's spinal cord. It tried to turn from me but it was too late, I was already shoulder deep into the side of the dragon and it let out one final fire blast straight up in agony. It passed out and lid down as though it was ready for sleep. I knew at that very moment the dragon had given up all hope of winning this bout, so I finished it off quick and messy.
From that point on it was an uneventful run, nothing proved a challenge. There was a point towards the end of my run that I wished to bump into a legendary dragon but that wish wasn't granted. I reached Falkreath, everyone was gone in for the night and there was only 4 guard on duty so I made my way back to the DB sanctuary, curled up and fell asleep until I woke in my Orc form.

ALL HAIL THE PACK, ALL HAIL LORD HIRCINE!!!!!

I will join whoever opposes Liberty.

Under one condition, Hircine's Pack will be there, and whoever his new champion is, i will be the one to kill him. No doubt he will be larger then most werewolves, possibly smaller then me, but larger then the others. Hircine's champion is granted strength and size increases, I had been his champion for many of years now, and have grown to be one of the largest Werewolves in Skyrim.
Whoever Hircine picks as his new champion, must die by my teeth.

Markus agreed to terms. I for one will stalk and see what his plan is, unless he makes a move all I'll do is stalk him and his pathetic order. Let them know I'm watching and nothing goes unnoticed in my woods. He may pass to Falkreath, but I'll be in the shadows tacking him, watching him, waiting for the time to strike.