Chapter 1 - A soothing sound.
"Once there used to be a little Khajiit, his tail went high but he was small as small as all of you.
Every now and then he would get bullied and yelled. It was no surprise he grew slightly lonely. Now the poor little Khajiit worked alone, he always ran away and when cornered was a feared opponent. But at night, as he looked into the skies he would dream, of the constellations, as the warrior, the tower or the serpent. Carefully learning these, he would make up tales of heroics. Every star would have one story, each story of a hero or more.
So, the Khajiit soon became strong, quick, and a hero. Defending the weak and fighting against evil."
There is a loud groan heard out from the cubs, as they all yell out humorously and annoyingly.
"Shaaakiiiir..."
Shakir grins and leans back, he throws away his apple lazily, cleaning out a bit from his tooth.
"So... then, I guess you know the story, eh?" responds Shakir while chuckling.
"Ah fine, I'll tell ya what really happened after the stars...
The Khajiit did become quick, learning ways of stealing. The bullies that tortured him, never got a chance to catch him again.
He jumped over walls and climbed over ledges, too quick for the naked eye. Using the stars at night, and the moons shining on an agile silhouette running on the rooftops of clear buildings.
He used the streets to sleep and live always being one step ahead of the authorities.
In many years, growing close to the city he loves. He became a good merchant, haggling with others and stealing from the ones he sold. Rumours soon began to appear and he would not be taken kindly by the citizens, apples and tomatoes hitting his young, naive face.
After some years, he began to get tired of the golden city he once loved. He tried to get out, but everytime there would be a Cut-Eye Joe to stop him with his 30 men bandit brigade, or a sandstorm flushing out the sand from it's deep bunkers. He knew soon there would be a shining light through the storm.
In a summer morning, after a sandstorm. The breeze blowing through the Khajiit's fur. He sighed bored and tired. Opening his sack and putting down a curtain, he lays down merchandise which he might have stolen. He frowns and flips a coin.
Soon as the coin lands on his hand, he notices a shadowy figure breaking through the tiny sand in the air. There are some adventurers, wearing armor and weapons. One of them, a male Nord wearing his ancestor's armor with a horned helmet and a two handed sword, frowning angrily. He yells at the other two frustrated and tired. His walk is slow and he limps. Next to him is a quiet Breton female wearing nothing but shags, she is silent and depressed, she holds a burnt staff and is wounded herself. In the end stands a female Dark Elf wearing iron armor with a shield and a short-sword. She looks grim and sad, but argues with the Nord heavily.
So then, stands a Khajiit, trying to sell his merchandise and in front are three warriors, that are easily manipulated when angry. What would you do?
The Khajiit walks up to the leader while grinning and says:
"Do you want a bow to shoot your foe? Or something else, maybe this Khajiit will know?"
The leader waves his hand dismissively ignoring the Khajiit.
"Or someone to join? This Khajiit can follow... for a coin."
The leader looks at the Khajiit eagerly and walks up to him as his followers look surprised.
"You want to join?" asks the Nord.
The Khajiit nods while grinning in response.
The Nord grins as well, he looks at the direction from where they came from before turning back to the Khajiit.
"Alright then, you know near the port there is a house with a broken window, in that house is a insane nord woman. She is throwing plates and furniture around while holding my pet wolf hostage and my enchanted jewelery. If you can distract her, I could get my pet wolf hostage which will have her running after me and the wolf, and you can take the jewelery."
The Khajiit nodded nonchalant while cleaning his nails. He then sprinted off to his objective. He climbed on a wall, jumping onto a roof and ran across to the house.
It was his chance to escape the city and he would not lose it quickly.
""He looked across, seeing the house that fit the Nord's description. A smug face appearing as he'd use a rope to swing to the other house The seaport smelled better than the bazaar. It was full of seagulls, some being fed by humble Khajiits. The Khajiit himself, thought it was a waste. But he would do nothing, too fixed on his task. His nimble fingers catching on a ledge, once up on the roof. He'd stare through the window, it was the house. Surprisingly. No Crazy Woman. The jewellery and the wolf were there. But not the female. The Khajiit thought to himself:
"Nobody's home... Why should I wait for the Nord? I can just take the Jewellery now."
He let himself in, lock picking the lock on the window. Dropping down, he'd grin at dog. The dog would begin barking madly. It would scare the Khajiit. He'd scold the dog but with no effect.
Finally a woman would begin yelling from the room. The Khajiits eyes would widen as he sprinted towards the Jewellery. He'd try to grab it, but not before being thrown at the wall by the woman. He'd fall painfully on his back, the Jewellery in his hands.
"A Thief Eh? This town is full of them! Tell me why I shouldn't kill you now?" said the woman in a cold and plain manner. He'd slowly put his hand on the wall, every bone hurting inside. Suddenly her appearance would reveal.
It was a beautiful woman. Her hair golden blonde, her eyes blue as the sea. The Khajiit was most surprised. This wasn't the woman he was expecting. She was wearing a tattered dress with a cloak around her back, her eyes squinting and her hands burning with flames.
The Khajiits tone changed slightly, he would try to persuade her but to no avail. In the end, he'd give up and sigh,
"I was sent by your husband." he'd say in a sad and defeated tone.
The woman eyes would widen. She'd groan loudly and angrily before turning back to her room.
"Take them and the dog! I have no use for them! Just... Take them and leave!" she'd say in a depressed manner from the other room.
The Khajiit would smile slightly, still holding his ribs. The pain would burn slightly from his chest. He'd take the Jewellery and begin to leave.
He'd start walking to the door, opening it and smelling the fine smell from the port. He'd turn to the room the woman left to. He'd hear slight sobbing, frowning and sighing. He'd close the door and follow the woman into the room. Leaning his head slightly, he'd see the woman in a terrible state. Crying while looking at the portrait of her once great husband.
The Khajiit, would try to move away before loudly groaning. The woman would turn at the Khajiit, surprised to see him. She'd beckon him over, her eyes and nose still red. He would sit down, and groan. Holding his ribs with his paws. She'd frown at him, before speaking silently
"I'm sorry about that... I panicked, Come here. let me heal you."
Her hands would glow in yellow. Passing around his chest, the Khajiit would feel rejuvenated. He'd thank the woman and try to get up. The Jewellery still in his hand, he would look at her pretty face and ask her name.
"Anja... I'm... Anja" She'd say, before turning back to the portrait.
The Khajiit would frown slightly, before moving forward. He'd hear a loud yell from the door.""
Suddenly one of the cubs yells out:
"Shakir, Shakir! Do Anja and the Khajiit get together?"
Shakir would shake his head and laughs "No! But, they do meet up once more in the future."
Many of the cubs around the curious one would smile at Shakir, wanting more. But it was the evening, it would be time for them to slumber. Names would be thrown around. Shakir would frown slightly, but then smile once more. He'd begin watching the cubs go one by one. Only the curious one left last. He'd smile at her, before taking out an apple from the pouch and offering it to the cub. The cub would look at the apple as if it would save her life. She smiled, hugged Shakir's leg and ran to her own mother with an apple.
"Ah, and so the day ends" Shakir says, looking around the bazaar, everyone packing their things up. He'd sigh slightly, sitting on his box.
One of the merchants near him would look at him. Shakir would return the look, cleaning his broken tooth with a nail.
"Hmm, what happened next?" the merchant would lazily ask him, but still with curiosity.
"Oh? Well..." Shakir would respond cockily, a smug smile on his face and his hand playing with a coin.
""The loud yell coming from a prideful Norn. The Khajiit..."" would say Shakir before being rudely interrupted by the Merchant.
"No need for "The Khajiit", I know it was you." The merchant would say slightly arrogantly.
"So did the cubs". Shakir would respond with a self-satisfied smile and while flipping the coin.
""I would look at the Nord slightly stunned. He was exceedingly overdue, if the woman had been as he had described her, I would have had lots of trouble. I throw him his jewels and frown slightly. The frown was mutually, he could see it in my eyes that I knew of the couples hardship. He would arrogantly release his wolf and turn to move away from the house. I said goodbye to Anja as she stayed silent. I then followed the Nord with his wolf.
We both walked back to the group, the wolf brown like a bark of wood would move forward to scout outside the gate. The Nord still frowning would finally sigh and take in his emotions as he looks at the group with a smile.
The group had finally gotten new clothes while I settled with the ordeal. It was shining armour for one and a cloth cloak for another. We went out the gate as the guards responded with greetings to me and wishes of good luck. I inhaled the breath of the outside world and walked forward.
I would finally leave the city.""