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The Mad Wolf - Part Two


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Fifth part of The Mad Wolf

He has started again,
Oh, I knew he would.... I KNEW HE WOULD. And I laugh and shout praise to him for he is coming, he has already BLESSED us with his cotton cloak, he has thrown it over us once more... And he is coming, with his leather boots and bone teeth, to crunch those folks of Falkreath, to take them of his fine face. Oh I laugh, but I must MUST MUST prepare once more. As the cloak falls over us thicker, the hungry clouds start to rumble and I scream at them that I will prepare for him, oh don't worry... I will. And I did. This beautiful cloak has given me means to do so, and the call of nature beckons to them, they refuse to go in their civilised houses, now that is when I strike. And it never ever takes long, those little peaches are always bursting to go, always so eager to sacrifice themselves... AT LEAST they won't have to live through the storm. Oh yes... the storm is coming, it is close. The ravens are calling for blood, the wolves hungry for flesh... They are howling and so am I. They know what is coming... And. So. Do. I. Yet they don't. And I laugh as I stuff my face with the flesh, oh the still warm flesh. And those children scream as they see me eating, as they watch me eat them. And they only die when I rip out their heart, oh their juicy, juicy heart. And the weeping hasn't stopped yet, even when he stopped and whisked his cloak away. The weeping didn't stop, oh the sweet sweet music of death, of black, brilliant death. They should thank me, but instead they would shoot me full of arrows, poor poor..... What is my name... And I laugh because I have forgotten my name. I am a wolf, I am the wild, I am death, I have no name. And that is right. He needs sacrifices, and the Wolf, I shall bring them to him.

Morndas 28th, 2E 581, Sun's Dawn,
DAMN IT. The mist has come, and two more voices have added to the song of death, Fura Balir, Alis and Rosr Balir's daughter, was taken. Alis and Rosr weep, joining with Carnit. Well, at least now we know we won't starve to death. The crops have been harvested and we have managed to dig temporary wells in our basements, though all the picks are broken now from digging up the stone to make the wells. Carnit has joined Balir, in mourning, and she has also gone to sleep in their houses, probably for the better, without each other I was afraid they would go mad with grief... I''m starting to think this mist will make us all mad. We have come up with a way to block out The Mad Wolf's screaming and shouting, we have made these sort of fur helmets, they manage to block out the sound well enough, you can hardly hear him... Or anything else. We can hear the storm again, when we take of the fur helmets. It roars at us, like those cyrodiil lions, and I just hope this storm won't be as dangerous.


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Sixth part of The Mad Wolf

We must prepare,
He is so close I can feel him, it brings back memories... Memories of long ago, when he saved me... But that brings back memories of before he saved me.... I suffer, I have suffered this week, memories have floated back to me, flitting like the many flies that cover his cotton cloak. And they haunt me, you see I, I was one a fine folk of Falkreath, of yes.... Oh yes. I moan and scream, as they come back to me. Oh don't worry, I have punished them... And I will have my revenge, AH YES, I will have my revenge on that DOG, you see the dog is the offspring of something pure, it soils the pure name of the wolf so it must be killed, and I WILL KILL THAT DOG. The guard in Falkreath, with the child. After the memories came back I could remember his name... My name.... We were friends, best friends... Brothers.... NO. I MUST BLOCK OUT THE MEMORIES. So I moan and scream. That DOG will pay, but first I will make him watch what will happen to his precious child. Oh his precious child will be the last sacrifice, a sacrifice full of pain and anger, yes it is. A juicy offering that will please him, of it will the roast suckling pig that I will serve to my lord with pride. For he is near.

Morndas 5th, 2E 581, First Seed,
I swear the mist has got thicker, like the weeping. Damn Thiron, he was my FRIEND. I can't believe it, but he loved my wife and I couldn't allow that... I just couldn't. My child sits indoors all day, it's unhealthy for him, and me, everyone else, but we have to. Another child was stolen, by Thiron for his lord, oh we know, he shouts it out so loud how can we not? We just put on the fur caps, but they are getting hard to wear, stuffy, horrible and it's not worth it. So only the children wear them, the children that are left. There are only ten left now, there were eight, but as I said, another was taken yesterday. It was another girl, such a shame, little four year old Sirri Cora. Her mother died as she gave birth to her so only her father weeps. The Balir home has become a sanctuary for the mourning, the house where everyone goes and sleeps after their child has been taken. We all know what's happened to the children, and I know it's all my fault. You see, back when I was friends with Thiron I married my wife but... No, I can't write this down yet, not yet. I'm just not ready. The storm is worsening, we can hear it. It has to come soon, it is near.
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Seventh part of The Mad Wolf
The first rain has come,
I laugh, cry, scream, howl, moan, shout out in joy. The rain as started and his shadow is looming over us. He has come and he is knocking on the door, only held back by a flimsy wooden board that he will break down at any moment, oh yes, and be let out of his prison onto nirn, his realm. And when he comes I will have that suckling juicy pig served on the table, eyes gouged out and still, squealing. Oh yes I will. That pig, the son of the dog, the son of the BETRAYER. FOR HE BETRAYED ME. I shout that out, all of it and know they will hear. I have already served four courses, oh yes, I captured another child but this one was burnt and useless, no meat on it at all. So instead I ate the bones, like I ate those chicken bones they chucked at me back in my cell. All I need for food now is one child a week, the rotting carcass of it lasts for at least six days.... Even this useless, flimsy one. I have already chosen my target for next week, a muscly lad of ten. Memories still haunt me but now he blocks them out for me, well, most. I can still remember... Oh by all his fellow princes, by Azura and Molag Bal...I still remember the hurt, oh yes, the searing hurt. He asked me to attend the wedding of dear Boa and him, he KNEW I LOVED HER. NO. I must block out those memories, they sear the flesh of me, I scream; shout; yell and wait outside his house, but he is the coward he always was, he doesn't come out to face me... Not that he would be able to see me, his cloak has fully settled and you can't see anything. Oh but I will make sure my prince gets the roast suckling piglet he want's... And the DOG for pudding afterwards.

Morndas 12th, 2E 581, First Seed,
I can't bear it any longer, the weeping is driving me as insane as the Mad Wolf. There are six parents weeping now, skinny, intelligent Furik Lagrak has been taken as well, though at least I have the satisfaction that he didn't get much of a meal out of that one. It's funny, the Jarl and all his household, his thanes and wife, have moved to the Balir cottage as it was to small for the growing number of mourners and the mourning parents have moved to the Jarl's longhouse. A couple of days ago people started immigrating from their houses to the Jarl's longhouse, even if they aren't mourning, even if they still have a child. Soon the whole village was camping in the longhouse on bedrolls and the Jarl has moved back in but allowed people to stay there. Safety in numbers of course, so I moved as well, me and my child. There is just enough space for everyone, and people have gathered together all the food in the village and there is plenty, the whole year's harvest. I have the centre place the fire has been put out boards were put over it so people could sleep there. Naturally, as we were the last to get to the longhouse and no-one wants to sleep on the 'fire boards' as they call it, we have to. My heart missed a beat when it started to rain, the world has gone nearly completely dark and the mist is heavier, even the khajiit in the village can't see a thing when they go out. What is bad about the rain is it's heavy, big drops, yet it is silent, the whole world is silent, as if time has been paused yet the rain keeps going. And of course there is still Thiron, he is always screaming, shouting or making another noise that scares the children. The storm has finally started, and even from the beginning we can tell it isn't a normal one.
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Eighth part of The Mad Wolf

He has entered,
Oh today is a happy day, such a happy day... HE HAS ENTERED, I shout that for the whole village to hear. Oh I stand outside the longhouse and; laugh, shout, scream, yell and weep because HE IS HERE. One day the knocking stopped and then, oh the sound that could be heard as he entered. Oh it was WONDERFUL, like the roaring of a hundred lions, the howling of a million of my brothers. Oh and what made it amazing, sooooo amazing, was it was mixed with the screaming of all those fine folk of Falkreath, all those children. I stole one more today, one yesterday, one the day before that, and one the day before that and served them up, he ate them still alive, as he likes them, and left them alive. Oh yes, I have been keeping them alive, half eaten, half of their bodies bare with only a thin layer of bloody meat, I left them alive. Every day I must take one, a child for every day that he is in this dirty, ugly world. I keep them all in a cave, but I don't let them out, I DON'T LET THEM OUT. He would punish me if I did for he wants them, he has a plan, you know. Though he refuses to tell me, oh yes, I speak with him every single day, but HE DOESN'T TELL ME. I let the silent rain drench me, but I am warm, the water just refreshes me. The thunder is the only thing that makes a noise now, it is the rumbling of his stomach, and I will feed him. There are only six children left in the longhouse, but I will get them. I have nine children, nine courses. There were fifteen children at first, you see, and when I am finished I will have all of those fifteen children. I WILL HAVE THEM ALL, even the dogs piglet. They say I went mad when I saw the little piglet, my beautiful Boa's piglet.... I'M NOT MAD.... Am I.... I... I... I... NO! I'M NOT, AND I NEVER WAS. They will PAY for what they said... Oh my beautiful Boa... How could I have... By the eight I killed her, I... I... I'm a monster. NO, I CAN'T LISTEN, I am no monster, they are.

Morndas 19th, 2E 581, First Seed,
There is no lightning at the moment, only thunder. The rain has got heavier, no longer a simple drizzle, now a downpour. I don't want to talk about what happened in the last week, but I have to don't I? If we all die maybe someone will find this and then revenge shall be ours... Ok, here we go. About five days ago the rain worsened, though it was still silent, and suddenly the dark world was lit up, there was a huge, and when I say huge it was the size of at least five mammoth high, and the noise was terrible, like... I don't know what it was like, it set everyone screaming in fear, weeping from everyone, even me, we were scared for our lives. And then it closed and every single fire went out, we were plunged into darkness and the mist seeped inside. We haven't been able to light a fire at all and hardly anyone goes outside, someone has already fallen down the steps and cracked their head open, the steps are drenched in frozen blood and the corpse is still laying there. Also, the air has turned freezing, even colder than it usually is for Skyrim. What makes it worse is, four more children have been taken... From inside the longhouse. He must have some way to get inside, but no-one dares go outside to get back to their houses. Nobody cries anymore either, the tears simple freeze on their face and there is no point, not a single person listens. I am scared, no terrified, everyone is, everyone was, and this nightmare will never end. I don't know how Thiron survives out there, and I hope that he dies soon, everything, this nightmare is HIS fault... But this isn't a nightmare, this isn't a dream. This is reality.
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