Hello brothers and sisters
I know, there are many words already spoken about our species, and most of you are happy with your state of beeing.
You may go, wherever you like and stay slaves. A glimmer of yourselves.
To my great disappointement i have to say, that i dont see many wolves showing their real nature. Not even in a very hary battle.
May be, that some of you show a glimpse of themselves in Cyrodiil, but let`s be honest:
Many new brothers and sisters got themselves bitten, but our race isn`t yet powerful enough to even be heared. Our cries across Tamriel remain supressed, like those of little puppies in a wooden box.
There seem to be forces, preventing our ascension.
I wish, Hircine would give us his blessings, so we can honour his gift and rip the false gods appart. Its hard do supress our own nature. We are slaves.
Maybe i am a dying race, but it`s my obligation to cry until my breath is taken from my lungs.
I ll stay guard, waiting for the calling of my gods. But my hopes are faiding.