A Tale of Two Khajiit-A Skyrim Story
(This came into my head while playing Skyrim and using Inigo, who belongs to smartbluecat)
Chapter One
It had been 4 years since the deaths of both Alduin the World-Eater and Miraak, and the young white-furred Khajiit woman had been glad. No matter what, the one known as Dar'Mora had discharged her duty, but in reality it was a burden she never had wanted. Sure, she still used the Thu'um to cook dinner or start a fire for camp, or even to goad bandits into battle, but she was as part of her name said: a dariit, or thief. Head of the Thieves Guild actually, though she left the day-to-day operations to Brynjolf. She was not your typical feline either, with longer than normal fangs and red eyes. She led the Volkihar Clan of vampires as well as a couple other organizations. Now those eyes looked up as another Khajiit, this one male with blue fur and similar fangs and eyes, came into the cave carrying a rope with fish on it, handing them over. "Fishing was good today." He said, watching Dar'Mora scale and spit the fish, helping her with the task.
"That's great Inigo," she replied, a soft purring note in her voice as she smiled at him, noticing the slight amount of blood on his fangs and shaking her head a bit. She was still amazed that he trusted her enough to allow her to transform him with the Gift of her blood, but he was probably the one she trusted most of all to guard her back. "What was it this time-Imperials?"
"Thalmor actually." He said, holding out a folded piece of paper. "They were after you...again. What is it due to this time-your actions with the Stormcloaks or us harassing them?"
The female Khajiit finished her prep work. "Don't believe it's either of those." She intoned, unfolding the note and reading it before thinking for a time. "I've had Vingalmo collecting a few-their blood is far superior to that of Nord blood. Don't know how they figured it was me, unless they just decided 'let's pin it on the one who has harassed us' and ended up getting it right."
The blue-furred cat sat back on the bedroll, watching her. The pair had become quite close in the time they had been together, and, though he cared for her, he was unsure of his feelings toward her. Currently, he saw Dar' as much of an aaliter, or sibling as his brother had been-plus, with all the fights the smaller feline got into, she was, as the Nords would say, a 'blast to be around'. That was the reason he followed her now-why he had followed her into undeath; it was no longer about the debt he owed over trying to kill her a couple years ago, though as of late it felt like their bond was changing. He didn't even mind she was a thief-she had a code of honor in that which surprised him: only stealing from rich people and actively giving back to those less fortunate. Inigo took out the map, finding where they were and figuring how long it would take to return to her comfortable home near Lake Illinalta or even to the castle where the vampires were. Castle Volkihar-that was the name. "I think we should be safe here for the night, but we should leave as soon as we've rested." He said finally, watching her glance up. "If the Thalmor are after you, I would feel better with others at our backs."
"You are right Inigo," Dar'Mora said. "You're thinking either Home or the Castle, aren't you?"
"If we could get to Lakeview, we could take the cart to Solitude and walk from there...you know how the ferrymen are about going out..." he broke off as a large bat flew in, his hand going to the hilt of his flaming ebony sword and hissing slightly as the creature shifted into a Bosmer vampire, who grinned faintly. "Easy Inigo," he said, the other feline looking up. "Ronthil?" she asked. "What in Oblivion are you doing out this close to Riften-you rarely leave the castle."
"Herb-gathering for Feran," Ronthil replied. "That, and Thalmor been arriving at Northwatch Keep and the Embassy. Vingalmo said you were out this way and I picked up on your scent and that of fish, so I came to check." He sat down, taking some of the cooked fish she offered him and eating, flinching at her growl. "I'm already aware the Thalmor appear to be onto us." She said in a low voice." We'll need to give them a target."
Inigo smirked. "Have any Stormcloaks been attacked?" he asked, watching the male nod. "Then perhaps sending one of the weaker thralls with a note about the attacks to Windhelm. The fool would die, but..."
Dar' grinned widely. "The message would get to Ulfric regardless." She finished cooking, carefully packing up the fish before taking out some parchment, her quill and a bottle of ink, looking over the note her companion had brought her and tracing the letters before beginning her forgery. Once she had finished, she reread it, nodding to herself. "We'll head over to Riften Stables and catch a ride over to Solitude." She said, handing the note to Ronthil. "Can you see to it the 'package' is delivered? Tell Vingalmo this is my wish and that I will explain everything when I return."
"I have a better way," was the reply as he gave a low whistle, writing instructions on another piece of paper as a large bone hawk flew in, landing next to him and holding still as he attached both letters, watching it take off. "This way, I return with you-as Vingalmo told me to." He explained, watching them pack before Dar' put out the fire with a cold spell, the trio heading out into the storm outside and walking towards Riften.
(A.N.: This story was actually started before 'A Khajiit Tail'. Since I have fans that enjoy that one, I figured I'd give a bit of a sneak peek into the sequel!)
