Hey everyone! Thanks to my love for Skyrim and my recent costuming endeavors, I've decided to write a fanfic about a few of my Skyrim characters. Because I'm making a costume of one of them, I've decided to write a backstory on her life, and write in detail of her adventures. I hope you like!
I've read a lot of fanfiction, but this is my first time writing. Critique is helpful but please be gentle. :)
The first thing she remembered was a screech that tore through the quiet night. That's when it all began.
A small khajiit dashed towards the village. She had tears pouring down her face, streaking her fur. Her feet pounded the ground, ignoring the horrible sounds in the forest behind her. As soon as she was near enough to the village for others to hear, she let out a scream- one that would send the fur on the backs of her comrades' necks on end. A strong male instantly swiveled his ears towards the young woman running towards him. On closer inspection, he was able to see the large gashes that splayed open her flesh on her shoulder. He instantly threw back his head and gave the alarm- there was danger approaching: and fast. From the strong scent of fear on this woman, he could only wonder what horrors were about to come their way.
The young cat grimaced and hissed in pain as a clan mate accidently brushed past her in a panic to escape. All around her khajiits were pouring out of tents in a last minute attempt to gather their belongings and pack their horses. She could barely see through the throng of cat people as yowls of fear tore through the night. She blinked her eyes in anger- she had no time for this! She had to get to her tent- now. As others pushed past her to flee, she fought against the crowd and managed to push her way through her companions. However, the wound on her shoulder was only torn open more from the khajiit that had slammed into her, and she was losing blood at an alarming rate.
At last the young cat woman was able to squeeze her way through the croud and make her way into her own shelter. She stood there in fear for a moment, blood instantly pooling at her feet. Before her stood a hooded figure hovering in front of a large makeshift crib. The hooded person whipped around and gasped, "Kahvvi! Thank the gods it's you!"
Kahvvi breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh Miraja, you don't know how grateful I am to see you. There are foul beasts attacking from the forest- we must hurry!" The young khajiit in front of Kahvvi gave a determined nod and scooped up the little bundles of fur that were sleeping in the crib. Kahvvi almost yowled in pain as the burning in her shoulder got worse- but she kept herself quiet- she had to be strong. She had to make sure the others were out of harm's way first. Miraja, cubs in tow, was nudged out of the tent by the older khajiit limping behind her. "Kahvvi are you-"she was cut off by a yowl from the cat behind her.
"Foolish girl- run!"
Miraja didn't need to be told twice. She scrambled as fast as she could away from the village. Smoke plumes filled the air as she realized that most of the tents were now caught on fire. Miraja flattened her eats against her head as smoke filled her lungs. She twisted her face in a snarl as the smoke burned at her lungs and stung her eyes. Without warning, an older male khajiit was flung out onto the ground before her, his throat slashed and blood matting his fur. She choked in terror and tried to stop herself before tumbling over the dead body. The two cubs were flung from her arms as she watched in terror as they landed on the ground in front of her. Instantly both of them began to cry, their innocent voices joining the chorus of the panic around them. Miraja was about to scramble to her feet when a foul stench met her nose. She raised her eyes to see one of the very beasts that had been hunting them down for the past few months.
Panic engulfed her heart as Miraja froze in place, looking up at the creature. It was tall, standing on digitigrade hind legs. Blood streaked through its long black fur, dripping from a maw that bore long fangs and a deadly snarl. It was canine in appearance, but the young khajiit knew this was no ordinary wolf. The deadly creature was a werewolf, and this one, along with its large pack, had been picking off the large khajiit caravan for months until they seemingly decided the cats were weak enough to attack full force.
Miraja watched in horror as the great beast reached down with a clawed hand toward one of the young cubs at its feet. She could only manage a sparse "No!" as the beast slashed into the blankets protecting the kit. The smoke had gotten into her lungs, preventing much more than a horse cry of desperation. Suddenly, there was a mighty cry from behind and the werewolf let out a roar of pain as claws and teeth ripped through its thick hide.
"Kahvvi!" Miraja managed to screech as she watched the two fight tooth and nail. The roar of battle sounded all around her- not just her friend and the beast- as she briefly turned her head to her now aflame village. Werewolves and Khajiit were both trapped in the flames. Her attention was drawn back to her friend as Miraja watched the beast let out a mighty dying cry, but not before sending its claws deep into Kahvvi's throat.
"Kahvvi no!" With a final shudder the wolf fell to the ground, its claws still caught in the khajiit's throat, bringing Kahvvi down with it. Miraja flung herself towards her life-long friend, watching the life leave her eyes.
"Miraja…" Kahvvi spoke with a gurgling voice as blood bubbled on her lips. Miraja shook her head, wiling her friend to save her breath but not finding the right words to do so. "Miraja.. You must take my cubs.. please.. protect my children.." she managed to sputter as a violent cough racked her body. Blood now flowed freely from her neck and shoulder wounds as her eyes met with the younger cat above her. Miraja could do nothing but dumbly nod in agreement as Kahvvi took a worn leather pouch out of her pocket, and with a shaky hand, dropped it on the ground in front of Miraja's feet.
"Give.. to them, when they.. are older.." Kahvvi managed to choke before her arms fell limp at her sides and a final breath left her body. Miraja could only watch on in shock as her best friend's life was whisked away in front of her. With a shaky hand, Miraja managed to pick up the pouch and shove it in the pack on her back. She stood there for gods know how long before the shrill cry of the children was finally able to rouse her from her trance. Snatching up the two cubs Miraja tore away into the forest as quick as her legs would carry her, clock billowing out and her tail working madly to balance her body. Her breath came in shallow gulps and her lungs stung like hell, but she wouldn't let anything happen to these two, not after promising to her friend. She stole a glance down to the two bundles of blankets she cradled in her arms. Panic once again flashed in her eyes as she realized blood was splattered on one of the blankets. She was about to stop and check on the child when a strong wail sounded from the blanket. She sighed in relief and kept running. He was hurt, but this cub was strong- he would make it. As for his sister.. Miraja was only grateful the small kit had not been the one to suffer the werewolf's claws. The small child surely would have perished if she had been the one to feel the wolf's fury.
Feeling as though her lungs would burst, Miraja glanced around madly for a place to hide. 'There!' she thought as a great oak towered in front of her. Using the familiar fallen tree to pull herself and her small burdens up onto its thick branches, Miraja managed to let out the first steady breath that night as she felt her shoulders slump in exhaustion. Pulling herself into a hollow cavern of the tree, the comforting scent of fellow khajiits and blisterwort filled her nose. Though long gone, just the thought of her friends and family once sitting in the cavern with her put her mind slightly at ease. She was too tired to flee any further. Her last thought as she pulled her tail around the two sleeping cubs was that they needed to leave these lands- it was safe here no longer.
"Perhaps we shall go to Skyrim.." Miraja managed to mumble as the kits in her arms settled down. A lone howl in the distance was the last thing she heard as exhaustion and sleep claimed her body.
