Skyrim Khajiit Fic
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Bethesda Studio. I own F'arrasha.
Chapter 1: Heading Out
My name is F'arrasha and I am a Khajiit. I appear like a human, but am more cat-like, with claws, fangs, cat ears, and a tail. And, for the first time in my life, I feel truly free.
That is not to say that I was not. Perhaps I should explain.
Growing up was actually nice. I always loved to run and explore. And cause trouble. I was always a curious girl, poking my head in places I should not have, and stealing from others in the village. I made it a game, and, at first, the grown-ups all laughed at me for it. Sometimes, I would steal fruit from the village and sneak off to a hiding spot, usually someplace dark and quiet, and munch happily on my stolen reward. The more I did it, however, the more fun it became for me, and I began going after bigger and bigger prizes, just to say that I could do it. I stole a sword once from the local black-smith and, three days later, I would challenge myself and return it to the same place that I had left it. It was funny when he would act rather confused, and I would simply sneak back away before anyone would notice.
Like many Khajiit, we are very…energetic. I mean, we would flip and tumble around in the forest for hours, seemingly not stopping for anything. I never felt happier to be exhausted than just simply moving. Perhaps that is why I could never sit still, even when my parents told me too. Another thing was I was so flexible. All the twisting and turning made me find the narrowest passage ways and hiding spots, and I would often listen and know things about other Khajiit that no one would talk about openly.
It was around my tenth birthday that a mysterious strange came into my village. He was a traveler of some kind. What made him so mysterious was that he fought with only bladed weapons, and had two blades with him. They could have been daggers. One day, I saw him out in the field practicing with his weapons, two shining blades. He fought with such skill and grace that I became in awe of his skills. He had noticed me and offered to teach me how to use them. I readily accepted.
Two days later, the mysterious stranger disappeared, but left with me a lesson that I would never forget. From that point on, I began training, developing my own fighting style with blades. I also learned how to use a bow, albeit I was a better melee fighter than marksman. Still, it was worth it.
I cannot do an honest day's labor to save my life. To me, there is no thrill in log-cutting, cooking, or blacksmithing, but there is in stealing. That is why, as soon as I leave this place, I am going out in the world. I am going to steal from the best, because, honestly, it is so boring to do anything else…
Next Chapter:
Overplaying your hand, and a death sentence.