Hi again folks! This is another little episode of my Skyrim fun-stories. It's about my female Khajit assassin, who I so genially named This One Pussy. Pussy as in "cat" mind you! Again, The Elder Scrolls series is property of Bethesda Software. But This One Pussy? She's mine up to the last stripe of war paint on her furry face. Anyhow on to the story! I hope you like it. Please read and review.
Chapter 3: Boasting – or how the sweet Lord punishes little sins immediately
It was deep at night. This One Pussy had gotten high enough in the ranks of the Dark Brotherhood to ride Shadowmane – a demonic horselike…err something with red eyes. And This One Pussy herself was also a sight to see. The black and red leather garb of the Dark Brotherhood hid a Khajit female with very bright fur. Green eyes in a face of multiple tans, greys and browns, stripes of war paint and hairdo adorned with golden rings. Veeery exotic.
This One Pussy was having a great time. "What a life!" she thought to herself. "I've got this classy, high-bred horse…" Here, Shadowmane neighed indignantly. "Sorry 'piece of the Void' between my thighs. Murdering people left and right, thus earning a pretty Septim. And my fine, enchanted jewels and trusty blades. And over there, there's my house, err manor I should say. "Lakeview Manor", a true gem of Falkreath hold. It's not finished yet, far from it. But it's starting to become a palace."
And suddenly, This One Pussy started to sing:
"No milk today / my love has gone away.
The bottle stands forlorn / a symbol of the dawn.
No milk today. / It seems a common sight.
But people passing by / don't know the reason why.
How could they know / just what this message means?
The end of my hopes / the end of all my dreams.
How could they know the palace there had been?
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen…"
"Come on, come on make an aaawesome screenshot of me!" This One Pussy practically begged. So silly little me obliged and pressed the F12 hotkey.
But just then, the perfect moment was ruined. Shadowmane spoke up, which normally he never does! His dark, spooky voice neighed: "Aaw now come on! Would her ladyship Khajit please take care of the couple of wolves nagging at my flanks. I'm a well-mannered piece of the void, so I don't buck and pitch with a rider on my back. So you either dismount and let me buck and rear to do away with these wolves. Or you draw your war-axes and start a pretty, old-fashioned bit of horseback-combat. But do something other than bragging and yowling, would you?!"
Flustered, This One Pussy dismounted, drew her war-axes and hacked away at the annoying, offending pair of wolves.
"Oh, a dead ice-wolf!" This One Pussy squealed. "He' s going to be my umpteenth wall-mounted trophy. Stuffed wolf heads are soooo fancy."