Tayvan pushed his chair in, he eyed the wine bottle. He kinda wanted more, but he needed to stay sober. He made hiscway to the door, eager to hunt.
"Okay then, ill be there. But first I have some matters to attend to."
The young bosmer walked, quickly making his way out of town and it to the neighbouring woods. It had been awhile he had hunted. Tayvan almost went into a frenzy at the tavern. He felt the urge to shift come upon him, he didnt fight it, he preferred this form.
The hair stood the back of Tayvans neck, his body began to grow, and his hands turned paw like. At the peak of his shift, he let out a large howl, loud enough for the city to hear if they were relatively quiet.
Tayvan sniffed the air, he smelt food. Tayvan dashed into the woods, the lone bandit didn't expect such a large beast. Tayvan pounced on the bandit, the bandit then let out a scream. Byt he was soon silenced from his thoat being ripped out. The life had fled from the bandit, as Tayvan began to eat his body leaving nothing but scraps and skull.
Tayvan let another howl, louder than the last, the blood dripped from his mouth and staining his fur. He felt good, the sheer power he had felt great. His thirst was quenched. Tayvan shifted back. He waited in woods till dusk, then began to make his way back town.
