One moment laying down to sleep, the next someplace...else. Someplace dark, someplace far from light, from any hope at all. Shade-whisker's blue eyes widen in fear and then she breathes calming down as she looks around. "Alright. This one is not at home. This one is someplace else. But this one also remembers sleep. A dream." Truth, and yet this is more real than any dream she had, save for the one that brought her to her purpose in life. And the thought of that dream makes her fur rise. Again, she must calm herself, so she sits and braces her palms against the ground, her long silky silver hair falling in her face, and focuses not on the dark, but her fur. Dusky black with brilliant gold markings surrounding maroon-red spots with a bright blue ring inside. Unique, even unnatural. But they had purpose. They marked her as the chosen guardian. Slowly she calms and stands. There was a reason for this, and so she moves into the dark.

At last, something breaks the darkness and Shade-Whiskers pauses with a start as another Khajiit emerges from the gloom. The Khajiit should see her, but seems utterly unaware of Shade-Whiskers, giving the guardian a chance to study her. The new Khajiit's fur is black as the void and her hair is even darker, if such a thing is possible, and her eyes are deep unnatural purple.

Slowly the darkness begins to fade and a desert comes into view. Jone and Jode are bright overhead and briefly capture Shade-Whisker's attention before she forces her attention back upon the mysterious Khajiit, watching as she approaches a tent. With silent paw steps, she follows the ebony Khajiit and stops at the entrance. The Khajiit is behind a Nord who's lost in his work, strange vials and ingredients spread out on the table in front of him. He seems unaware of the cat behind him and as she watches the ebony creature lies her paw on the Nord's shoulders and starts to whisper in his ear.

"The answer you seek is near Lyssavi…find those of like-minded. Find what binds all of you together. And for that, you only need to look up. Remember this when you are at last altogether," she hisses in her ears before fading into darkness.


With a start Shade-Whisker starts up from her bed, looking around wildly. Again she must calm herself and once she's calm she thinks about the dream, or perhaps vision is a better word, and once done she rises and moves to the closet which opens at her approach. A study of the garments inside. Her normal wear, a soft golden robe with sandals. Or her armor, which she has not yet had to wear. But this… with a hiss she takes her armor out, gold and bronze and violet, light to show off many of her markings. Once dressed her claws move to the amulet around her throat and she hisses a word in a strange tongue and the world fades around her.

Softly glowing light all around her. No walls or doors, but it is a barrier all the same that she is now within. With a deep breath and a hint of fear, she moves toward the center and stares at what is there. Still intact. She would know if something happened to it, for she was the guardian. And yet the strange vision. What did it have to do with THIS?

And then there is a familiar presence behind her. "This one had a vision. A Khajiit. A…" she tilts her head looking for the words. "Not bent. But wrong. Somehow, very very wrong."

Silence for a moment and then he speaks. "Shadows reach for shadows. Despite light and barriers. Despite all efforts."

"Can you not stop that?" she asks him.

"I have...rearranged things. It should not happen again, but it should not have happened this time," he tells her then pauses. The pause causes her fur to rise. "...Events set in motion cannot be undone. And yet they must happen."

A small purr from her. Inappropriate but she cannot help at be amused at what she hears. "You do not like what you cannot see," she says.

A longer pause. "You remind me of the Vestige. She would speak to me casually too," he tells her and then continues, "If I cannot see something, then there is reason for it."

Amusement fades as she lowers her head slightly. She should be more respectful. But still! And yet… she must be serious now. "What does this one do?"

"Follow the shadows," he tells her.

With a start, she opens her mouth and closes it again trying to gather her words. "But...I cannot leave. No one can leave. This is our home and we cannot leave. This one knows this."

"Those who come here must stay here," he agrees with her. "It must be so, the reasons are far more complicated than you could understand. But exceptions must be made. The Vestige was one such exception. You, as the chosen guardian, are another.

Barely daring to breathe, to hope. Truth, she loved her home. If her mother had survived to find the place that saved her from grave danger those many years ago. But gravely wounded...only Shade-Whisker had survived to see. It was a wonder. Another world so very different than the one she came from. And yet… to see Jone and Jode again. To feel their light, to walk on the sands of her birth once more. Even if it was to hunt this Khajiit down and then return. "How," she breathes softly.


Silence behind her and then the light fades into darkness. When the dark parts she finds herself on desert sands beneath Jone and Jode and her eyes travel to the skies above a soft smile on her face. Yes, she had a hunt to do. She would not let this distract her. But she would enjoy running beneath the Moons once more. "This one comes for you, shadow Khajiit, wrong Khajiit" she hisses as she sets out into the night.