You begin to salivate as the lone man walks hardly a dozen feet in front of you. Your stomach grumbles. Shouldn't the Companians protect innocent people? Oh well, you think, nobody will notice one innocent life lost.
You spring from your hinging spot, pouncing on the man. He screams, but not before an enormous wolffish jaw closes in over his head. He struggles, but after only a couple powerful gulps, he slides into your belly where numerous humans, animals and others have met their end.
With a smile you pat your screaming belly, but the satisfied feeling is short lived.
"A werewolf!"
"A werewolf! To arms!"
Several Whiterun guards have spotted you and sprint up the hill, swords drawn. You growel as you feet the first man, imidiatly catching him in your maw and sending him down to your belly with ease. Guards left alive would tell of what happend here, and bodies would be a giveaway. In each of your massive hands your grab an attacking guard and stuff them both in your mouth. A gulp, hard belch and you're on to the next frightened man. He attempts to block your vorocious onslaught with a shield, but it shatters in your mighty maw, dooming him down into your belly.
You're beginning to enjoy yourself as you cram in two more guards, and then a third. The remaining guard flees, but you catch one in your powerful arm. He is pulled back into your gaping mouth, which snaps shut as he too slides down your throat.
You sit with your back against a tree, belly gurgling, groaning and churning its contents. The screams and shouting begin to subside as the struggling slows. Several hours later, you awake from your slumber to find yourself under a great deal of pressure.
Behind a huge tree you squat and relive yourself. The hide and cloth of armor and clothing broke down entirely in your stomach, only some metal armor and bones remain. The pile is massive, a slew of skulls and femurs, ribs and other bones.
It was an honor to feed such a powerful beast.
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