Hello readers, Wolf here! So, I know I haven't updated/posted anything on here in ages. Sorry about that. The main reason is because I lost inspiration. But I am back and an excited about this. But, I am in school still and my education comes first. Because of that, updates between chapters will most likely be long. I will TRY to post at least ine chapter a month. Keyword: Try. Don't hold me to it though!
Now, for the story. This idea came from an RP my friend and I are doing. This focuses on the adventure's of my OC Kajhit Shiro. Later my friend's Wood Elf OC, Lillith, will appear and join Shiro. Now, without further adieu, here is the prolouge to "The Lost Tales of Skyrim".
Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim! Now that is done with, I no lonmger have to stress about repeating it. Unless I do have to keep saying it. If so, can someone tell me?
The sun was high in the sky, the day warm. It was quite a contrast from the weather in Bruma, which was only three days away. The snowy ground and icy mountain caps had shifted into rocky path and green trees.
Walking along the path was a young Kahjit. His fur was white as snow with grey marking here and there, making it easy to blend in with the snow and rocks. His ears were tall and thin with black tuffs at the tips. With a strong jaw and nearly flawless features- a nasty scar on the bridge of his nose marring his face- he was a handsome lad. A strong upper body covered by black armor, he was definitely not a scrawny fellow.
The Kahjit came to a stop. Up the road was the boarder that separated Cyrodil and the area known as Skyrim. His heart sunk at the sight and, wistfully, he looked over his shoulder to the mountains of Bruma.
"Farewell." He murmured.
He didn't want to leave; Cyrodill has been his home for years. But…. but he had to. It was either flee and live, or stay and die. Taking one last look at his home, the white Kajhit turned and walked across the border.
Not two steps past the border, his ears twitched and his senses flared. Before he could take in the surrounding area, though, three men jumped him. The Kajhit hissed and spat a curse. He took out twin daggers and assessed his attackers. They were Imperials, male. They each held a sword that was pointed at him. Before he could question what he had done, one of the Imperials charged forward, his shield raise in defense as he swung the sword in a hacking motion. The beast-man growled and jumped to the side.
With a sneer the Imperial charged once more, attacking with horizontal slash. Again, the beat-man moved aside but this time feigned a slash to the right with one of the daggers. A sly smirk crossed the cat's face as the human fell for it and, with the second dagger, jabbed forward. It dug into the brown leather armor and into the soft skin beneath. Before the Imperial could retaliate, the Kahjit slid his blade out and backed away from striking distance. Unfortunately, he had been so distracted with that one attacker he forgot the other two. One of them had snuck up from behind and struck the cat's head with the hilt of his sword.
Stars danced across his vision as he struggled to stay conscious. The man that got the end of a dagger was holding his side, red seeping through the armor and staining his hand. He snarled a curse and cast a glare at the Kajit.
"Strip him of his belongings." He ordered. "I'm sure he has something good we can sell before we take him to Helgen."
A weak protest tried to come from the subdued beat, but another sharp hit with the sword's hilt shut him up. Hands groping his body for weapons or precious items; armor being stripped from his body. That were last thing he was aware off before darkness took over him and he fell into blissful nothingness.
And there is the prolouge! Hope you all liked it. I am still trying to write, and find my style, so this may not be the best thing ever. Useful critisim for my improvment are welcomed, but please avoid flaming. ANd ndon't forget to review!
This is Wolf, singing out!