Woooooot we are on to a new chapter. I hope to you know… actually start the companion's quest line soon. I own nothing other than my Kitty Cat Face.
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She fell forward as The Big One gave a sharp tug on the cord that was biting into her wrists.
"Careful, you idiot. If we bring her back damaged or dead, Kodlak's not going to be happy, and then we won't get paid. And don't expect me to cover for you on that one. Not as if he wouldn't already know it was you. You have made your distaste at this particular job fairly clear to everyone around you." The Small One seemed almost amused at the situation they had fallen into. The Big One just snorted in disgust
"Well, Farkas, I will make you this deal. You keep her with us… You watch her whenever she has to do whatever it is cats do, and I promise that I will not tear her throat out the minute she looks ready to run off." He held out the cord to The Small One and dropped it rather unceremoniously into his hand.
Armor clanked rather loudly to her sensitive ears as The Big One pushed past his twin, their shoulders making contact and The Small One stepped backwards to regain his balance. The Big One stormed off down the dark passage way. Finally, when he was gone she found her small voice and pashed as many words as she could out of her mouth
"I am but a humble button maker… I know not what I have done!" The Small One turned around to her as the mewl fell past her lips and large salty tears began to stain her black fur.
His sharp blue eyes softened as her back hit the wall and she sunk down onto her back paws, sobbing.
'By the Nine,' Farkas thought, 'the damn thing is so small, and confused. How could she be the one that they were looking for?' The rope fell from his hand to the stone ground, yet she made no motion to run.
Her tiny form curled into a ball, sobbing against the rough wall and he approached her slowly drawing a cave bear pelt out of his pack. She only wore a rough spun tunic, and the air was cool, as Skyrim's air usually was, and he figured she must be chilled through her fur. He spun the cloak around her shoulders as her watery blue eyes rose up to meet his. The confusion at the situation was clear in them and he sunk down to her level. Immediately he watched her small form move slightly farther away from him as if she was frightened.
"Shhhhh. I am not here to hurt you. Neither I nor my brother are here to hurt you, no matter how much he seems to think it. We were told that The Jarl of Windhelm is looking for you. He told us that you have been dealing skooma in his hold."
"Never. I sell buttons and buttons only." She sobbed again and then exhaled. He didn't understand the cats or how they did business but he could tell something this girl obviously was not a skooma dealer. Maybe an addict, but not a dealer.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"M'Inneri,"
"Well, M'Inneri, I am Farkas and my brother is Vilkas. We're going to take you back to Whiterun and we will get to the bottom of this." He stood and offered his hand to her as a gesture of faith. She looked up at him and placed one small paw in his hand.
"You won't turn me over to that racist bastard will you?" Her voice was filled with such fear, he could not understand it, but he shook his head no.
"Not until we know what is really going on."
Vilkas stormed off down the corridor. He could not understand it but something about this cat bothered him. Something about that tiny black furred body made him want to transform and chase her. His mouth watered at her scent and he wanted to bite her neck and watch he body twist.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and mumbled under his breath "Damn it, you idiot. Get a hold of yourself. You are a man, not a wolf."
He emerged on to the wooden platform that was suspended over the water way and shivered. 'Damn this dampness,' he thought as he headed toward the door to Skyrim. All he wanted was to get home and sleep. He just wanted to forget this horrible job.
