Author's Note: This story is almost 3,000 words long. Also, at this current moment, it's probably the favorite out of most recent things I've written. This story has at least one other part attached to it.
Also, as a warning, this oneshot contains blood, some minor gore, and also swearing.
Enjoy!
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Grian's POV:
My body felt wrong.
It's felt wrong before, of course. A feathery bird tail changing into a dragon tail, the odd wing growth there, horns, and the like.
This time was different.
I could still feel my wings, but I also felt something different. My tail was skinnier but fluffier, my wings were bound to my back and underneath my clothing for some reason, and my ears felt longer than fuzzier.
No, wait, my entire body was fuzzy. On top of all of this, I... I have a muzzle.
" Nnngh..." I flinched in pain as the soreness caught up with me. My tail flicked as I took notice of something else.
I've got a rope around my muzzle.
I've been gagged...
" Well, Well, Well..."
A voice made the fur on the back of my neck stand up and my skin underneath to crawl. My ears perked up as the voice continued to speak,
" It seems like one of our guests has decided to wake up." The voice purred as I slowly opened one of my eyes to the dim lighting.
In front of me, beyond the bars that separated me from him, was a giant man wearing armor that was covered in deer and wolf skulls. Instinctually, my ears went back as I slowly forced myself up to my knees and swayed slightly as nausea took the reins.
My tail thrashed as I looked up at the man; a wicked grin crossed his cracked teeth filled mouth as he put his large hand against the bar of the cage.
" So, boss, what's the plan with these three?" A woman walked through my peripheral. Dancing between her fingers was a sharp knife.
My fur continued to fluff up, and I could feel my wings tried to break through the binds and through the strange clothes I was wearing.
Three?
I warily looked around the cave-like prison cell and widened my eyes.
A strange, gray-skinned elf was leaned against the wall with chains around his ankles and wrists.
Next to the elf was a humanoid cat with brown fur. The cat had a bunch of old scars covering his face.
I blinked.
Mumbo and Scar.
They're here with me.. How? They weren't in Boatem at the time.
" The only idea I have is to hold them for ransom... But, as an alternative, we could sell the elf to the Stormcloaks for labor, and I bet that the Thalmor could use the two cats." The bandit spoke maliciously as he turned to look down at me.
My ears went back as I began to hiss at him. A laugh came from the bandit as he turned to face the lady, " Come, let's put a message out to the other clans and see if they have any contacts." he gave me one last look, " If we don't get anything, then we'll get two new rugs and a worker out of this affair." he grinned with his rotting, broken teeth as he left.
