---Last Seed, 23st, 4E 201---
The road to the Grotto was longer than I expected. Even though I began my journey at dawn, darkness fell as I arrived. The entrance was not different than that of an usual cave?s, but there was a distinct atmosphere from it. Something sinister, yet tempting, a call. Should I not have met Lord Hircine and taken this quest, I would still understand as the Moon started to show herself through the night.
The hunt was about to begin.
There were various people in the grotto. Hunters, it seemed. Some are injured with wounds caused by animals. They all didn?t look like amateurs, but still not at the level you?d call professional. I asked a cougar-man (they are called ?Khajiit? here, but I?ll write down their appearance to avoid unneeded questions from annoying people) what happened and it looked like the hunters were being hunted. Sinding was strong.
I checked my gears the last time before proceeding to the hunt: new and shiny armor, poisoned knives, tempered nodachi and cure potions, wouldn?t want to face a werewolf without those.
As I went further I met many other hunters and wildlives. Enraged bears, wolves, even elks were fighting to their death. That wasn?t a hunt at all. There was no tactic, no trap, no hide and seek, no run and chase. Everything was gutting everything fair and square. Then I saw him. A big furry dog standing on two with bloody eyes. He was indeed stronger than what I?ve encountered for the past days, but still nothing. Just a little time trick and I would rip off his heart.
Or so I thought. My ability didn?t work.
Sinding jumped at me when I surprised myself. His claw slashed at my chest and it was nearly my heart that would be ripped off. I rolled and reached for my knives, which to my regret, not made from silver. The mouth was right in front of me, I could see his teeth. I plunged into his neck from the side, there was no other choice. The beast flinched, but quickly recomposed and dashed to the rocky stairs. I heard voices. The other hunters were giving chase. I touched my chest and felt the scratch. If I kept using the leather armor, I?d have been dead. What happened to my powers?
I tried to sprint to the stairs, but my speed was no longer what it used to be. I didn?t feel poisoned, nor cursed. I was normal, and still am. That?s when I understood: I was too comfortable with this world and I am adapting to it.
I am becoming a Skyrim-er.
P/S: the last picture of our beloving Sakuya before she entered the cave.
http://i.imgur.com/VT4veJa.jpg