Tulen stepped out into the cool Afternoon air and did not take notice as the wind bit at every one of his exposed scales as he walked
to the pond where the traitor summoned Shadowmere; a familar sound echoed and the same bubbling of the water surface took
place. His horse stood staring at him with not red by pure black eyes, kind of like a daedra's eyes. The horse was jet black whereas
shadowmere's coat is purple; he also had been outfitted with daedric horse armor. Tulen mounted up, yanked the reins so that the
horse was facing the general direction of the throat of the world and rodde off.
Tuled was llivid; no one crossed him and lived to tell the tale. He knew that Ocheeva did not want to join the brotherhood but instead
use them for some other purpose; though, he did not know what that purpose was. He could hear the sound of thundering hooves
below him and it seemed the horse was mimicking his rapid heartbeat.
Tulen sniffed the air which was whipping by him as he went onward toward the traitor's last known location, he could smell her
scent, he knew that much, but how long would she be there he though. He decided to pick up the pace, circumnavigated the foot of
the mountain and found himself in a settlement he did nort know, but at least the horse knew where he was going as he caught the
scent as well. The Argonian rode over the humpback bridge and started to climb the seven thousand steps when he saw a grey wolf
hurry to his position.
He dismounted his steed, unsheathed his crossbow and pointed the bolt coated with wolfsbane at the wolf. He did not know what
happened next as the wolf was upon him in seconds, trying to wrestle the crossbow out of his hands with its jaws clamped around
the winged limbs of the crossbow. Tulen regained his senses and moved around the wolf and fired, the bolt caught the wolf squarely
in the middle of its trachea. The bolt did not do what it was intended to; but Tulen did not care. He had overcome an obstacle in his
path. He was one step closer to ending the traiterous Argonian's miserable life.
Tulen got back on his horse and sped onward toward the monastery. Tulen traversed the remaining steps without any more trouble
and sped trough the cavern which was barely widely enough for him to fit his horse through. He looked at the looming monastery
with a glint of Oblivion in his eyes, tethered the horse to one of the stone pillars outside and went up the steps and forced open the
doors.
A couple greybeards heard this as did Tigress, Inigo and Hasir. The greybeards got to the doors and tried using their mastery of the
thu'um to disuade the Argonian of whatever ill will he intended to do but The Argonian shielded himself from the shouts that came
from all directions, knocking the greybeards back, they flew into walls and the Argonian's tail snaked out behind him as he
walked to the west wing instead of where Hasir thought he would go which was out into the courtyard.
Tulen tapped on the door with a clawed finger,
"Ocheeva, I know you're in there." He said, why don't you make it easier on yourself and give up?" He asked, trying not to sound like
he wanted to kill everyone in the place
Ocheeva heard this and knew she had to obey or else there would be trouble. Tigress grabbed hold of her which was like trying to
grab a fish with bare hands; she could not do it no matter how hard she tried. Ocheeva was bond by some honor code, either that or
a sense of duty that Tigress had never seen before in her. The Ka'po'tun tried grabbing the Argonian by the tail and pulling her back
but again, it was pointless. Tigress ultimately gave up and followed the Argonian as she opened the grey stone door to face her
executioner.
Tulen's tail thumped on the ground,
"Alright, now we are getting somewhere." He said, rubbing his scaly palms together
Tulen turned to Tigress and told her she only had business with Ocheeva and that she kind wait in her room until the business was
concluded. She shook her head and said she will be outside with them to see if what kind of 'business' he intented to do with her. He
shrugged and knew it was pointless to argue with her. The two Argonians and Ka'po'tun went out in the snowy field in front of the
monastery.
When they were clear aof the double door, Tulen turned to Ocheeva doing his best to blank Tigress altogether,
"Ocheeva, by the laws set down by the silver hand, you came to the silver brotherhood sanctuary knowing full well that we are
werewolf hunters and yet falling to tell us of how you, yourself, were a werewolf. You kept it well hidden under our noses, but now
you have to pay the ultimate price which is your life. Do you deny these terms I laid out before you?"
Ocheeva was about to speak but Tigress interjected,
"Excuse me but who are you to be pinning falsehoods on people hmm?" The Argonian ignored this; he only had eyes for the
condemned
Tulen uttered a false laugh, his eyes glinting evily,
"Oh I'm sorry," He said, his tail swirling about behind him, "How rude of me, I am Tulen, leader of the silver hand. An organization
created to rid Tamriel of werewolves because of my foolhardy brother choosing the enemy instead of my lord." He said his mouth
curly in a kind of malicious smile.
Tigress stared at him with curiosity,
"Ermmm, and your master is?" She wondered, circling her hand in midair
Tulen laughed a raspy cruel laugh; he had no idea someone could be so stupid,
"Who is my master?" He asked, still laughing, "Stupid girl, my master is one all daedra fear, the master of corruption, Molag Bal."
His tail slammed down and his eyes narrowed,
"Playtime is over, little girl, I have an execution to perform, do excuse me." He said bowing and unsheathing his silver sword that he
removed from his leather bag and placed it into his sheathe mere moments ago.
Ocheeva and Tulen growled in sync and ran at each other. While running toward the silver sword wielding Argonian, she transformed
mid-run and Mai lunged at Tulen who dodged out of the way. The wolf form was not in control as she ran; the Argonian form,
Ocheeva, knew exactly where she was going. She knew she had to get to safety and an image of Whiterun flashed into her mind.
She obviously knew where she was going, her wolf form, however, didn't recongize the path on which she was traveling. Hasir and
Tigress ran in the direction of Whiterun, again forcing Tulen to dodge out of the way.
Tulen turned so abruptly he almost fell over and ran after the Argonian and Ka'po'tun. Tulen ran down the seven thousand steps,
careful to keep his quarry within his line of sight. He followed them through the city of Ivaarstead and toward the city of Whiterun.
When they reached the main gate, Tulen caught up and grabbed Ocheeva, who had now transformed back, and held her fast against
the gate who he had slammed against like she was a sword being beating by a blacksmith. Tulen slammed her again and again into
the intricately designed doors and toppled into the city proper when Tigress smirked and opened the doors. Ocheeva wrenched his
arms off of her and scrambled to her feet. She, Tigress and Hasir ran full pelt toward the underforge; the holy sanctuary of the
wolflord.
Hasir pressed the button hidden within the rock that stood to the left of the cavern and he and the Ka'po'tun entered the underforge
and prayed to Hircine for assistance. Tulen cursed as he felt nothing but air and ran as fast as he could toward the underforge. He
knew what to press to open the cavern despite him not visiting the underforge before. The Argonian's eyes narrowed as he stepped
in the underforge. Tulen flung himself at the aged Argonian still praying at one of the totems; silver sword poised to strike. The
Argonian came down on the Argonian like a bird attacking its prey and ran the poorly informed Argonian through. Hasir turned his
head just in time to see a silver sword sticking out of his grandmother's chest. He ran at the Argonian unsheathed his own weapon
and proceeded to run tthe Argonian through like his did his poor grandmoother; who was breathing heavily, her eyes stuck open in
shock.
Hasir swung at his brother who dodged out of the way, ripping the sword out of his grandmother's back and cast a firestorm spell.
Instaneously, underforge erupted into flame. Hasir knew he had to get Tigress and escape the inferno as, even now, wolf head
statues fell from the upper ring of the room and became engulfed in flame.
Tulen laughed maniacally and called back to Hasir as he ran through the flames,
"Shaleez will be satisfied that there is one less flea-bitten lycanthrope on Nirn." He said, continuing to laugh as her an out to
Whiterun
He left Hasir to stare horrified as Ocheeva's body landed with a sickening thud that echoed around the cavernous room which was
now charred with flame. Hasir did not cry even though he was indeed disappointed. He bent down and heaved the body of his dead
grandmother onto his shoulder and walked toward the underforge exit. Tigress and an unseen figure, coughing from the fumes,
followed him outside.
Hasir saw Tulen running toward the opposite wall of the training yard, transformed into a black wolf and leapt over the traing yard
wall, to the city's exit and back toward Falkreath. Hasir noted this as an unusual phenomenon and wanted to inform Inigo and the
other of this and was afraid of what they might say. He froze when he thought on the khajiit,
"Oh dear Hircine, Inigo, he did not come with us." He said, a look of fright on his face
Hasir tore off in the direction of the Throat of the World; Tigress followed soon after. He quickly ran over the cobblestone road that
encircled the mountain and into Ivaarstead. He ran full pelt up the seven thousand steps and opened the heavy brown door inlayed
with nordic symbols and interlocking lines arranged in daimond shapes.
