Eir had joined the Circle of the Companions only a week ago. A soldier in the Imperial Legion (and not particularly adept any magic outside of basic destruction spells,) she sought an alternative to weapon-based combat. She had barely escaped the Thalmor Embassy alive without a weapon or armor, and while she was disappointed in the prospect of giving up an afterlife in Sovngarde, the power that came with lycanthropy was too tempting. She'd been practicing her transformation, far out in the wilderness every day. She kept her head during the process, only attacking those who attacked her first. She hadn't, however, experienced the full moon as a werewolf yet. The entire day she felt a strange need to transform and hunt. Being that they were in a city full of innocent people, she knew she couldn't. But as the evening went on, she found it harder and harder to resist. The second the moon came out, she transformed right outside of Jorrvaskr, howling out in hunger.
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