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[Dire Cheesecake]

The moons hung high in the sky as Delila locked the door to the bakery. It had been a long day and she found herself nodding off as she walked down the deserted streets to her home. Not really paying attention to where she was going, she was suddenly jolted awake when she tripped on a lose cobblestone. A sharp pain shot through her ankle and she nearly fell flat on her face, barely catching herself on the wall of a nearby building. “Ouch.” She complained, as she looked down at her foot. It didn’t seem as if it were broken, probably just twisted it the wrong way. She sighed, “What a way to end a day. At least I made some good business.”

She glanced up at the full Masser. As the clouds that had been covering Secunda from view moved aside, she spotted a strange silhouette atop a building ahead. She couldn’t make out much, except that the shape looked somehow bestial. Then suddenly, it moved. What seemed to be its head turned to face her and she heard a faint sniffing sound. That was enough for her and she ducked into a nearby alley as quickly as the pain in her leg would allow her.

She leaned against the wall, her heart racing. “Ok, calm down, Delila, that was nothing, you’re just hallucinating from overwork. That’s right, you’re just….going insane…” she shook her head, “Ahg, I need sleep.” She pushed off the wall and started limping down the alley, despite her rationalizations she couldn’t bring herself to step back out into the main street. Suddenly she heard it, it was just a whisper, yet somehow she could make out the words. “…hunger…” She stopped again and looked around, but she saw nothing. Shaking her head, she continued onward, reaching the end of the alley. Clouds had once again covered the moons as she peaked out onto another large street, looking both ways before stepping out of the alleyway. Just then, she heard a sound behind and above her, and she quickly looked in the direction. There, poking over the edge of the roof of the building behind her was a massive, furred head, with large ears, and eyes that glowed with an eerie white light.

That was when Delila panicked. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she broke into a run. Ignoring the agony in her left ankle, she dashed for the alley across the street, after this, it was only one more block until the gate out of the Market District. “If only I can make it that far-” her thoughts were cut short when a massive shape flew over her head, bounced off the right wall of the alley, and landed in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the creature, though she found that in the dark she could make out nothing other than the shape of a large head, those glowing eyes, and pearly white, six inch long fangs coming from its mouth. It had in fact opened its mouth, and it uttered in a deep, growling voice; “Hungry.” Delila stood frozen with fear, despite a small voice in the back of her head, screaming at her to run, to do something, she was no warrior, or mage, just a baker’s assistant. She felt a strange sensation, and heard a rushing in her ears, as the world seemed to dim, and her legs started to shake. As darkness claimed her, she saw the face moving towards her.

[Dire Cheesecake]

Sorry, this one is much shorter. That's because I haven't gotten any farther than this in my own head, as the how the story will progress.



Be’Ghir watched the human woman expectantly. Waiting for some sort of reply, instead all he got was a soft gurgling noise. His ears twitched in surprise as the woman suddenly started to fall. The young Senche dashed quickly forward, catching her now limp form under his face, and lowering her to the ground. “Oh no, she’s dead! What did I do?! Oh no oh no oh no oh no! Oh Master, where are you? How did I get here? Wait, wait, I need to calm down.” He looked around at the quiet streets; no one was coming… yet. He lowered his head near to the woman’s; he could feel her breath on his wet nose. “Oh thank the moons! She’s alive! I’m not a murderer!” *gurgle* “Ow, oh, I’m so hungry. And she smells so nice, like cake.” Be’Ghir whimpered, “Oh what am I going to do now?”

Suddenly an orange light appeared around the corner and turned onto the street, the bearer of the torch was a human in metal armor with a large shield. “What’s that, a soldier maybe? Maybe he can help.” The cloud covered moons and Be’Ghir’s dark coat meant that the soldier did not notice him, until the light of the torch reflected off his eyes. “This…one…hungry.” He said. Looking down at the woman he continued, “Need…help.” The armored man replied by screaming very loudly. Be’Ghir, roared in shock. The man drew his sword and yelled some more. Be’Ghir grabbed the unconscious woman by the back of her shirt, leapt onto the roof of a nearby building and bounded away from the mad man.

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As consciousness returned to her, Delila had the strange sensation that she was flying, no, hanging. She was hanging in the air by the back of her vest. She heard yelling in the distance, and the clatter of metal boots on cobbles. And there was the pain in her left ankle… Slowly she opened her eyes and then nearly passed out again when she realized that the city street was at least fifty feet below her. Then the flat roof of a building came up beneath her and she was jolted as whatever was carrying her landed and continued to move. “What?” She thought, groggily. “What’s carrying me?” She tried to look around, and then noticed two large black paws running beneath her. “Huh?” she muttered. Suddenly memory flooded back to her like a slap on the face. She immediately started panicking, struggling to escape whatever it was that had her in its grasp. There was a sound of ripping cloth and the creature suddenly stopped moving, and started lowering her to the roof. Despite this she still continued to struggle; there was another tearing sound, and she suddenly fell, landing on her injured leg and collapsing, tears streamed from her eyes at the pain. She let out a cry, and then the growling voice she had heard before returned. “You… hurt?”

Delila froze in place, had she really heard what she thought she had? She turned and stared up into the face of a cat. A gigantic cat. “Guh!” she exclaimed. The cat cocked its head to one side as if curious. “You… hurt?” It said again. Delila couldn’t think of any way in which to react, she just sat dumbfounded. “This one… Be’Ghir... Sorry… clothes.” “What?” she murmured. She looked down and realized that her vest had been ripped clean through in the back and was hanging from one arm, the only thing keeping it in one piece were the ties in the front. “Uh, that’s alright.” She said, looking back at the cat. The last thing she wanted to do was anger it. “Sorry… this one…carried… you. Crazy men… chase… Hungry.” Said the cat. Her eyes widened with fear again as he mentioned his hunger. Oddly the cat seemed to notice. “No… Khajiit… eat… human… silly…” the cat shook it’s head as it continued “What is… human… name?” “Uh, my name? It’s… Delila. Y- You’re a Khajiit?” the cat cocked his head again. “Yes… Khajiit… Be’Ghir.”

Suddenly Be’Ghir tensed and his ears perked as he turned to look off behind him, “Crazy men… come.” Delila listened and she could hear the sounds of metal booted feet coming closer. “Crazy men? It sounds like the guards. Don’t worry, I’ll explain… Er… Why were you carrying me?” The massive Khajiit squinted in what must have been a thinking expression. “You… fell down… then… man in…armor… came… screamed and… tried… to stab… thought… he was… crazy man…” Be’Ghir explained, in his broken dialect. “Carried you… and ran…” “I… see.” said Delila, unintentionally mimicking his manner of speech. The sound of the guards’ footsteps had come to the bottom of the building they were now on top of. “Must leave…” said Be’Ghir, his ears folding back against his head. “Don’t worry; I’ll explain it for you.” Delila reassured him. “Just tell me, how did you end up in the imperial city?” “Don’t… know… hungry…” Just then the roof access door opened and a whole squad of guardsmen led by a captain came streaming out, quickly surrounding the pair. Delila stepped forward, her arms raised diplomatically, “Hold on, he’s not-“ The captain drew his sword, with a look of surprise on his face, and pointed it at Delila. “Don’t move, Black Cat!”


This post has been edited by Dire Cheesecake: May 2 2007, 07:36 AM