Saira's (Shajira's) adventures, my first piece of writing!

Somewhere in the Inner Sea

The boat leaked, and it smelled of it's inhabitants. Shajira hated it. Water was always dripping on her no matter where she lay in the little hold they had forced her into, and the thin prisoner's clothing wasn't enough to keep it from matting down her fur, which by this time was dirty from first her stay in the Imperial prison, and now this raggety thing they dared call a ship. And to think, the furless use these things on the SEAS, how crazy are they? She wondered to herself, curled in a half opened crate which afforded her the best protection from the water. The guards simply added to the miserable conditions, abusive and loud at the best of times, now when they had to check on her by the captian's orders in the middle of the night and this horrible weather, she could hardly avoid a beating even if she was being polite. Which she wasn't often, and that was giving her a fair collection of bruises to go with whatever diseases she might have picked up over the months of confinment in the dirt.

A few days ago they had picked up another prisoner, but he was asleep now, and hadn't bothered to talk to her. Then again, he was a Dunmer who had for years used her kind, and the scaly Argonians, as slaves, and that didn't inspire the utmost respect from either side for the other. She smiled a very feline grin, showing her pair of fangs in a playful manner as she nestled her head atop her thighs in a ball within the crate and fell asleep. The dreams were strange, there was a voice... it sounded sort of maternal, it went on about how it had taken her from the Imperial prison... then strange landscapes flashed before her eyes as the voice faded into insensability, as most dreams do, but strangely one voice out of the chorus told her over and over; to wake up. Her eyes opened, and she hissed angrily, like a cornered tabby cat, as the scarred face of the dunmer filled her vision. "Pah, Khajiit." He grumbled, and her ears flattened against her head as he continued, " I'm Juib, and you cat, were having a serious spasm. Bloody wake up because you kicked me in the face." His hand drifted to a long scratch from his ear, down close to the jawline.

"Shajira." She anwsered. He blinked before replying, "I suppose that's your name, then." He turned away as the guard came to the doorway. It was a man, and he looked Nordic, and smelled it too, all mead and stink of sweat. He picked her up by the collar of her shirt, which surprised her as she expected it to rip far more easily than that, and dropped her on her feet. "Come on. We're here, and I want you bloody smelly cat off my ship." She rolled her eyes, but said nothing more as she flattened down some of the silvery fur on her arms and followed the guard to the hatch out of the hellpit of a boat. "Down onto the dock, they've been waiting for you." The Redguard on the deck told her, and pointed down to where a guard stood on the dock, as if she couldn't understand the words. Always so "helpful" these guards are. Not like I was going to jump in the water instead. I hate water.