Sirin, Couldn't resist myself Options

[Sirin]

Well, I found myself lacking in Mabriel's story.... After I bought Oblivion (which, oddly enough, doesn't want to work for me...) I lost track of her. So here's Sirin.

I sat motionless, staring at the blank, stone wall. This wall is all that separates me from the outside. I didn't blink. I didn't even bother to breathe. Life seemed to stop. Here I had sat, in the Imperial prison, for three weeks. Why? I was a criminal. Prison is where all criminals wound up. Foolish reason.... I had asked myself this question for all of the twenty one days I had sat in my cell. Sure, criminals get locked up, but why am I in here? I suddenly drew in a sharp breath. Memories flooded in my mind's eye. I had been betrayed...

Three weeks ago, I, Sirin Kalimian, was a free Redguard. A free, wealthy Redguard, at that. I had led a dishonest, but profitable lifestyle. I had been involved in smuggling, theft, and other various vices. It was risky, yes, but I was good at it. Was good at it. An Imperial patrol had discovered crates of skooma in some commoner's home. The commoner had made a plea to the Thieve's guild before the patrol raided his house. He had needed the money from skooma badly, and would be killed without it. He was reminded that he would be imprisoned, and ran little risk of being murdered. However, he had claimed that he owed the money to the Dark Brotherhood. That's a serious problem... The guild had sent me to retrieve the skooma while it was en route to Castle Anvil. I HAD retrieved the skooma, but had been ambushed afterwards.

The Imperial fools had used the "commoner" to catch me. The Thieve's guild had even helped them, intentionally sending me to my grave, so to speak. I had been beaten and dragged into the prison. So, here I sat. Before I was aware of what I was doing, I caught myself scrawling on the rough stone wall. "Vengeance" "That's right," I said, "I will have vengeance."


That's all I got for now. Evening. I love comments!!!

[Sirin]

Er... I'll try to put something out quickly! I've got sort of a party I must attend, but I hope this'll do! In the words of MAzelure "Kudos, everyone! Kudos!"

Part 6

Crippling agony covered every inch of my body. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I could only scream and wheeze out painful bursts of air. My barren, cold cell became darker than usual. The deep gashes on my chest burned like Oblivion itself. I clawed at the wound, noting how horribly my fingers resembled claws. My screams echoed across the room; my body felt like it was crumbling underneath itself.

"What's going on?" the guard cried as he burst into my cell. "Why this infernal racket?"

"About...time!" I seethed in between pained spasms. "T-that man...he wasn't...human." I managed to squint at the jailor, who looked at me with surprise and confusion.

"What in the name of Stendarr do you mean? He looked like a human to me!" I screamed something at the guard, but I don't know what. The grief was squeezing all of the sense out of my brain.

"HE WAS A WEREWOLF!" I hissed. Understanding, mingled with fear, dawned on the Imperial. He tried to shut the door, and succeeded. Still, he knew as well as I that a door couldn't stop me. My bones cracked and gave way for new ones. I moaned in utter despair. Suddenly, the pain ceased and all was dark.

I found myself, or even my soul, standing on a cool, dark mountain. The midnight air eased past me, relieving me of the pain that I had felt so shortly ago. I lifted my eyes toward the sky, and admired the wondrous moon. Its light washed over my face, shading the ground behind me. I closed my eyes, and bathed in my surroundings. When my eyes opened again, the moon was still before me, as bold and mighty as before. Such a full moon tonight... So full... Full... I immediately felt terrified. My eyes shrank back into my head. I awoke from my vision, and unleashed an unearthly howl.

I was starving, and only blood would satiate my lust. The once intimidating door, I obliterated. I jumped over the splinters, and sniffed the air. It was thick with life. To your left, up the stiars, and five steps to your right. I obeyed my instincts, and jumped off on all fours. I had been led to a human, and a tasty one. Though he appeared as a shadow, I saw his blood coursing through his body. The bright red liquid left the remarkably fat body and covered the walls as a slashed the human. I dipped my head in and fed on him.

Seconds later, all shades of red had left the man's corpse. I ran off into the night, satisfied for the moment.