Slinking in shadows, sprinting over rooftops on paws that left no noise. This was my life. I was quiet, and clean. Never over-stepped my boundaries, and never did anything stupid or reckless. I was like a ghost. Nobody knew me, and nobody ever got the chance to. I was mute after all, on my own behalf. I never found reason in using my voice, so I swore I'd never speak again unless i found a reason good enough to pull the words from my tongue.

I knew that wasn't the only reason I haven't spoken a given word in ages. I always made myself think it was, but it was only a small percentage. When I was very young, my mother did some bad things. I never blamed her, I was an idiot with how I forgave her so easily. She killed my brother in cold blood. All he ever tried to do was protect me. Mostly from the various male Khajiit she brought home each and every night. She was so weak, so pitiful. I hated her with every tuft of fur on my body. Thats why, when I became what I now am, she was the first I'd killed.

Cringing, K'ymeri shook her thoughts away. Thinking about such things would make her look like a fool in front of everyone. She swallowed back the sob that threatened to rake through her, and kept her gaze straight forward as she limped along the rather busy path. She would have to find someone to help her with said limp, but she could deal with it for now. She was tired, and drained of the majority of her energy, leaving her rather helpless if someone were to attack. Her tail swishing back and forth in frustration, she searched for an inn of some kind, or any shelter really. A thunderous boom overhead alerted the presence of the oncoming storm.

K'ymeri growled slightly as hard pelts of rain shot down from the clouds. Searching desperately now for shelter, she was pushed and shoved as others ran to and fro, to their homes. Leaning a bit too much on her injured leg, she winced as a searing hot pain shot through her; sending waves of vertigo through her head. She grasped out for something, anything to hold onto, then it all went black, with a sudden thud as her body hit the now almost everyone was safe and warm, in their shelter or home, she was drenched, dirty from mud.

"J'bari..." a soft whisper, just barely audible to those with perfect hearing, was the last thing that left her lips as the darkness enveloped her, robbing her of her consciousness.

Sweet memories from when i was a small cub danced around in my head. Images of me and my brother. Happy memories, ones that brought smiling tears to my eyes. And in a split second all my worst nightmares appeared, shattering the last of my precious memories. I wanted to scream, as I watched my father hurt J'bari.

He'd beat my brother, then he would turn to me, and he would take my small fragile body and do the most unimaginable things to it. He raped me, he would leave deep cuts and scratches on me and then when he had had his pleasure, he would choke me, leaving dark bruises on my throat. I wish he would have killed me the first time he'd done it, but he knew if he kept me around, he'd just get to have more fun. He'd get to hurt me more, and take all I had.

Next were images of when my mother killed J'bari. I knew my body was crying. Even lying unconscious in the rain, I knew. I could feel the hot salty tears roll from my eyes. I just wanted it all to be over, just wanted to be somewhere safe- safe from everyone and everything. But I was being selfish. Nothing good comes from selfishness. A throb in my head alerted me to the next wave of nausea, allowing me to once again slip back into the darkness separating me from existence. _

Author's Note

I hope I did this right this time! This story is still being worked on, it's a role play my friend Maddy and I are working on. I just decided to publish it on here. Please read and review, questions/comments/suggestions all welcome! :)