Skyrim Khajiit Fic
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Bethesda Studios. I own F'arrasha.
Chapter 2: On the Run
I loved the markets in this town. It's a border town with Skyrim and, as I wandered through the market, I could see the large stone walls and all the guards with their large weapons and heavy armor walking around. I kept calm and waded through the crowds, keeping my face covered. I wanted to look like one of the beggars so that no one would pay attention to me. Panhandling was not what I wanted to do with my lift. I was out to steal, and I was going to be the greatest thief in all of Tamriel, like the Gray Fox I heard about a long time ago. The legendary thief himself. I would blush; stare at the picture of this masked man for hours on end. He was amazing, mysterious, and the thought of being like him sent chills up my spine and made my fur stand on end. My tail slinked about as I ducked behind a corner of a wall and waited. The market itself had so many scents, sounds, tastes and sights that I had a hard time deciding on what to steal. I was not hungry, having my fill of a rabbit before I got to town.
Then, I saw something. It was shiny, and it looked really amazing. It was a gem of some kind, one I had never seen before. As I came closer, I heard the vendor that had it telling someone that it was a diamond, the rarest and most valuable gemstone in Tamriel. He said that only the extraordinarily rich could ever afford to have such a beautiful gem in their possession and that he was lucky to have procured one himself. The diamond itself reflected the sunlight back on me, bathing me in its glow. I wanted it. I wanted to steal it right there and then, but, there were too many witnesses. I ducked back down and decided to follow the vendor when he closed his stand. The diamond itself was sitting in a display box, under every tough lock and key. I clutched a lock pick I had made for myself, vowing to break into the store that he kept it in and then, I would revel in it. It was going to be an achievement of mine to steal this thing.
I watched all day and then, at night, in the moon's shadowing grasp, I found the shop. It was in a large warehouse in the city and, I looked around. The place was dimly lit and I could easily sneak in. I took my cloak off, letting my dark-fur show in the night. I was not wearing much; I wanted maximum mobility and flexibility when I did this. The lock pick danced into the lock and played the familiar tune of turning and opening the locked door. As I played with the lock pick, I kept my ears open, listening to the sound of anyone approaching me. Finally, the tune to the music finished and the door was open. I slipped in and crept like a cat along the floor, making sure to get to the locked display box before anyone else would find me. I looked through the warehouse and finally came across the display box. I carefully opened it, letting my lucky lock pick do play another tune. Then, the display opened and I snatched the diamond.
However, as I snatched it, an alarm was raised and, as I opened the door, several soldiers saw me with the diamond. I must have tripped a trap or something. We were both surprised to see each other and I quickly closed the door and barred it. The soldiers were shouting about a thief on the loose and I began to frantically find another way out. I spied a small window on the top of the warehouse and I scaled she shelves, allowing my balance to position me just right below it. I opened the window and contorted my furry body through the window, wiggling my shoulders and arms first and then my legs. I was about to stand up when something clubbed me over the head, knocking loose my diamond and I blacked out.
I was caught, and, when I woke up, I would be on my way to Helgen, in Skyrim…
Next Chapter:
Fortune favored…