Silent Hunting, Stories of a Khajiit in Vvardenfell Options

[LadySaira]

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.

[Olen]

Ah the memories. But I've seen a little change, no package for that bloke in Balmora (whose name I won't even try to spell), interesting tangent to take, I am fascinated to see how this develops.

Good stuff.

Only thing I'd mention is that 'an annoying little Bosmer came running up to her. She tried her best to ignore the annoying' jars slightly because of the double use of 'annoying' but that's only a matter of style and doesn't matter in the slightest.

[LadySaira]

Only thing I'd mention is that 'an annoying little Bosmer came running up to her. She tried her best to ignore the annoying' jars slightly because of the double use of 'annoying' but that's only a matter of style and doesn't matter in the slightest.

I couldn't think of another word for annoying at the time
Only a short update this time, too.

Seyda Neen, Still!

It had been hours since she had left the tradeshop, and since then she'd been trying to avoid the locals, only a few of them were interested in talking, and she had the feeling that even fewer liked her. The two guards that patrolled the town were suspicious of her, she assumed as most guards were of all of her kind. Well, at least in my case their right... A large tree grew beside Arrielle's shop, some of the branches had warped the planks of the boardwalk that wrapped around the building, and as she climbed to the upper branches omnious clouds were growing in the twilight horizon. There was going to be a storm in the morning, and she was going to need somewhere to sleep out of the rain. See looked down into the growing gloom in the town square, Eldafire was nice to her when they first met, despite they had met when Shajira ran into her on the way out of Arrielle's. The tall altmer woman was old, by human and khajiit standards, and had a most grandmotherly personality. Shajira scrambled down the tree, slid down roots, and set out to find her... friend. Eldafire was standing on the edge of the little island that held a pair of the residents houses, looking out toward the sea, the large bug like Silt Strider stood near an overhanging cliff, and the sun was setting on the west, sending a red glare across the waves.

It was such a forlorn scene that Shajira hesitated before she approached the other woman, "Helllo, Eldafirre." The altmer woman looked about shocked before she saw Shajira, "Oh, I do so love Khajiit's accents." Shajira felt abashed, like a kitten being mauled by her mother for a failing. "I was wonder if..." She paused, thinking of how to ask someone she had only met that day to stay in her home, "Yes, dear?" Eldafire asked. "If I could stay the night in your home?" Shajira blurted out. The altmer's face lit up, "Oh yes, you can most defenitly stay! Well?" Eldafire had already started off toward her home, and Shajira had to run to catch up. "...I'll have to clean up a bit first..." Eldafire was still going on amiably, but it was hard to hear as she was still walking briskly, only barely slow enough for her to keep up. Spry for such an old lady... Shajira thought to herself as Eldafire opened the door to her house.

This post has been edited by LadySaira: Mar 6 2008, 05:00 PM