Well hello there~ this is my first ever Elder Scrolls story, and it features my dear Khajiit named Sahrii. :) If you happen to notice any spelling/grammar mistakes (which I had a lot of trouble with), then please tell me so I can improve. Also tell me if it doesn't make sense or anything. ENJOY~ :D

"Damn, damn, damn! He's going to kill me! By Azura, I am so dead… you know, now that I think about it, that wasn't the greatest idea…"

This was crazy. She was crazy! Why else would she steal from that nobleman when Daavyn was talking to him? But in her defense, her claws were to blame. Damn claws. Damn Nocturnal. Damn every single thing on Nirn!

Her feet pounded against the ground, stirring up leaves that were fried to crisps only seconds later, courtesy of Bell. Two pairs of rapidly moving feet followed her. One of the owners of the feet was Daavyn, a wood elf that was obsessed with justice. Even when they were on the run from the Thalmor, he never stole anything! She had to steal, and then lie about where it came from! So. Much. Work. And if this wasn't enough, he was too infuriatingly adorable, with his warm, chocolate-colored eyes and his damned fluffy hair. And don't even mention that body. Being a warrior does have its perks after all.

Then there was Bell. His real name was... um… oh forget it! It's too difficult to pronounce. His nickname was Bell and that was what everyone called him. He was one of those stereotypical dark elves mages, but with unnaturally pale skin and orange eyes. That was cause he's a vampire though. Does Daavyn care about that? Nope. It's just, 'oh noooo! You can't steal! What about the poor people who have nothing to support their families with?' pfft. Yeah right. If they want more, then they can buy more!

"SAHRII! I'm going to die if I run another mile!" Bell whined. "Just let him lecture you!" She looked towards them, squealing as she saw how close they were.

"Sahrii," Daavyn hissed, clutching his greatsword. "If you don't stop now, I'm going to shove my sword up your ass." His eyes were fiery, and his face red from running for so long.

Sahrii clutched her prize, a golden sapphire ring with a resist magic enchantment on it. Knowing Bell, she would probably need it soon.

"You know," Sahrii started. "Maybe you could shove something a bit more personal up there," She purred, her light blue eyes lowering seductively. "Then I just might stop." She giggled as his face turned scarlet, while Bell just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Sahrii, just stop running! It's not like we're going to kill you or anything." Bell panted, still trying to keep up with the agile Khajiit.

"Ha! I will," Daavyn protested, narrowing his eyes. "Sahrii, you are really lucky that I'm not an average Bosmer, or else you'd have fifty arrows lodged in your neck."

"Oh no, I am so scared!" She smirked, her sharp teeth showing.

"You should be,"

"I'm not. I'm just annoyed."

"And why is that, dear Sahrii? Do your poor little feet hurt? Would you like a massage?" Daavyn cooed, his voice oozing with sarcasm.

"Maybe! But you guys are chasing me for no reason! We've been running for like, an hour! I just stole something…" Sahrii complained, and at this comment Daavyn lunged for her, causing Sahrii to screech, grasping desperately at her ring while nearly crashing into a sign.

"Guys," Bell said uneasily, but the two ignored the Dunmer when Daavyn successfully tackled Sahrii, pinning her brown furred arms down.

Sahrii's ears perked up, and she gasped for breath. "Wow Daavyn, do you really want to taint Bell's innocent mind?" she chuckled when Daavyn's face lit up.

"Guys." Once again, Bell was ignored.

"Shut up Sahrii! Just hand over the ring, and I won't have to hurt you." Sahrii rolled her eyes, and then smiled suggestively at the Bosmer. "Dear, you would never hurt me, would you?"

"Maybe I wou-"

"GUYS! Listen to me now or I will burn your fingers off!" Bell shouted, and he pointed at the sign that said in huge letters, 'SKYRIM'. "Do you see that? We need to get to Cyrodil soon, so make up NOW!" He snarled, his sharp canines intimidating the two.

Daavyn reluctantly got up, offering his hand to Sahrii, helping her up. "All right, all right, don't have a tantrum," Daavyn sighed. "Just keep the ring Sahrii, and try not to do it again."

"Yeah right." Bell scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Sahrii's sensitive ears perked up, hearing a 'whoosh' sound. She turned around, her eyes widening when she saw the arrow heading towards her. Then there was the hot, blistering pain, which was thankfully replaced by numbness.

"Sahrii!" Bell crouched down beside her, his hands already pulsing a soft yellow light. She felt so far away as she watched an arrow peg Bell in the shoulder, and saw him drop to the ground, twitching with a paralyzing poison.

"Damn you to Oblivion!" Was that Daavyn? She thought she heard a wolf's snarl, or a bear's roar. Then there was more shouting, and a grunt from Daavyn.

"Are they alive?" A harsh voice asked.

"Aye," one more replied, and then the hilt of a sword crashed into her head, causing the world to go black.

So this idea has floated around my head for a looooooong time. So if you think it's good, or if you have critique, then I'd appreciate it if you would review~ I wouldn't mind a favorite or two either :)

Bye~