This spell was different from the ones I learnt myself. I could understand it and cast it but there was a sort of disconnect with it, like it wasn't fully mine. Until now I hadn't known why that was. That dissonance I felt as I cast the spell told me quite firmly what I hadn't seen before. This spell was not absolute like most conjuration spells. It didn't force the summon to come, it asked the master. I shuddered as I felt the full force of existence that was Hircine stare back at me across the connection, and smile.-
The connection landed smoothly and a large purple portal appeared drawing the attention of my fellow students. That curiosity turned to fear when the eight foot tall white furred beast manifested fully.
"RAAAAAAAA!" a deep resonate howl torn from it's throat causing the very air to shake.
I clenched my fist as I clamped down my will firmly on the command aspect of the summoned spell. I felt the beasts own will resist fiercely and to my horror start winning.
"That is quite enough." Phineas spoke firmly as purple energy glowed on his hands and a magical circle appeared under the werewolf with chains shooting out of it to wrap it tightly in place.
To my surprise the connection I had to the beast was directly severed. Before the spell could finish however I could feel Hircine's amusement for a brief instance. The moment the spell ended I staggered in exhaustion as nearly three quarters of my magicka was drained at once. Clearly my guess that the spell was expert level at least was pretty accurate as only something like that could drain me so thoroughly at once.-
Phineas ignored the snarl of the beast as he walked around it observing it carefully.
"If I'm not mistaken Hircine has played a prank on you." he said eventually.
"I don't follow, the spell worked didn't it?" I asked confused.
"Ah but that's the trick! A fact few people realize is that there are different levels to lycanthropy. While all werewolves are hounds of Hircine not all werewolves are created equal. This one for example is an alpha werewolf, a werewolf that has been further "blessed" by Hircine himself for merit of some kind. Bigger, stronger, faster and with several unique abilities. One of which is being able to freely transform. Not that I expect her to do so." he said casually.
"So while the spell works I ended up summoning a werewolf beyond my means to control?" I asked for clarity as I rubbed my eyes in annoyance.
"Indeed! Not that you could be blamed for your failure, alpha werewolves are tricky even for master conjurers to handle. They all have different tricks you see." he said amused.
As if to spite him the she wolf started to shrink and shift as human features began to take over. Moments later a stark naked massive Nordic appearing woman stood in the circle.-
"An Atmoran! Oh you must be positively ancient! Which means you really shouldn't have been summoned at all." he said both excited and slightly wary.
"Drem, zu'u tinvaak voth hi(Peace, I would speak with you)." the Atmoran woman said staring right at me and ignoring Phineas.
"Laan(question), why?" I asked confused.
She grimaced before speaking again "I do not like using this guttural tongue of yours." she said as if the words were beneath her.
"It is wise to conform to ones situation. There is no shame in it." I said calmly.
"Hmph, spoken like prey. No matter. Answer me truly, are you kin of my blood as my lord says?" she demanded firmly.
"This is not something I would know. I was left on the steps of the orphanage. My lineage is long lost to me as there were no leads to follow." I said honestly.
"Hmm, troublesome. My lord said my blood flowed in your veins and bid me answer your summons. I did so to test my present day lines worthiness." she said fiercely and shook the magical chains binding her.
"Ah! So that's the angle the lord of the hunt is after. You have my sympathy lad, this is a heavy burden to carry." Phineas said with a sigh.
"What in Oblivion are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"I forget not everyone is so familiar with the daedric princes. To explain simply Hircine is fond of pedigree, not that ridiculous notion that the thalmor ascribe to but the idea of bloodlines. Specifically that the bloodlines of his most powerful followers are special in some way. If i'm not mistaken he noticed you are related to this one and likely hoped to awaken this "dormant" bloodline once you encountered it's source. Add you to his pack as a new powerful hound as it were." he explained making me grimace.
"Daedric shenanigans then." I said annoyed.
"Unfortunately so, now you have to decide what to do about this." he said motioning lazily at the woman.
"I alone say what value I have. Banish her back to her master." I said firmly.
"You would turn your back on the glory of Hircine!?" the woman demanded furiously.
"The only glory I care for is my own." I said flatly before Phineas waved his hand banishing her back to the hunting grounds.
(3rd person POV)
As the woman reappeared in the verdant flora of the hunting grounds she screamed angrily and went to destroy her surroundings to vent her anger but restrained herself when a tall elk headed being with skin like stars appeared.
"My lord, I have failed you!" she said prostrating before him.
"On the contrary my hound! Some would see service to me a gift, an honor but those I favor most are the proud! Those who hunt not in my name but their own! This pup of your line continues to impress in this regard! His life is yet young and fate may one day lead him to me again." Hircine said grandly.
The woman just nodded reverently and quickly changed into her more comfortable beast state. With a wave of his arm Hircine sent her off to hunt the grounds as was her privilege. Alone again the daedric prince peered through space to gaze upon the mortal that so firmly refused submission. Even further the gaze turned to focus on his soul that shone blindingly. The blade that made up half of it and now the shifting other half taking the properties of the unique beast now bound to it.