ElderScrolls: The Adventures of Ianian and Altaer
NOTE: Dear my reviewer with the awesome feedback, don't worry I will be going in much depth in this chapter hence why it took me so long to write :D here are answers to your questions: Asika is blonde with sandy coat she has beige cheetah spots, she is also a type of khajiit seen in Oblivion and Skyrim. :all the slaves speak in a broken imperial, they learned from listening to their masters many don't know how to read and write :Yes they do speak in Raspy voices :A few of the slaves are very cautious with Ianian but luckily J'skirao told everyone what a sweet and kind man he grew up to be before her death.: You'll see XD :Yes they do have all those features but since they are basically "house Cats" they are not allowed natural behaviour~ thanks so much for reading and hopefully you have your answers :D
Chapter 5: Sing Ianian
"IANIAN,IANIAN" I slowly began to stir at the pleas of Asika, I jumped into action still light-headed in a morning daze "Asika" my eyes focused and two dunmers that we're holding-down the 5 year-old "Stop thrashing kid, stay still" one said as he tried to put an iron collar Asika. Ianian looked around for his friends whom huddled in the corner, Dro'jasik was knocked out cold on the hard floor his head was bleeding, fortunately he was breathing. "ASIKA" Ianian pounded on the bars as Asika was swiftly smacked by the bigger guard knocking her un-conscience, the sandy cheetah spotted lump on the floor was motionless. Her mother broke free from the other females who were holding her back and lunged forward, her fangs were bared as she pushed the guards away from her daughter with all her body weight, they just fell backwards and swore some unmentionable things. "Ro'skia, bring her here I have some water on my side" Ianian alerted as he passed it over to Asika's mother "You" he turned to the other khajiits and pointed a finger a young dark orange khajiit "Get Dro'jasik up right and wipe his face, try and stop the bleeding with pressure" the khajitts stood motionless "NOW" after and while everyone was in action he counted all the ones with collars ...17...Asika and the young khajiit he had saved, whom was known as Dri'gik. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT DUNMER" a slave yells out at me "if that one minded ones business, everything would be fine!" I slowly raise my hands and say "please...please be calm my brother, You guys are my family...when everyone else hated me...you all picked me up and cradled me" I notion to Dro'jasik " I only owe my life to you, my brothers and sisters, I would never harm you" I pleaded my expression said it all as Dri'gik rose and placed his forehead onto mine and said "we know brother" I smiled a real smile but I was taken back when Dro'jasik reached out his hand to me, his forehead was severely swollen, looked like he had been clubbed..."If this one dies...please, hold on to this...remember us forever" Dro'jasik said something else but it was extremely slurred it's sounded like "S'yasi, I walk" he than slumped over ,dropping something into my hand. "Dro'jasik?" I put my hand to his brow and to my fortune he was warm. Just than the slave hatch threw itself open and 5 guards rushed in and said "bind the collared" I threw a blanket over Dro'jasik so the guards wouldn't finish him Dri'gik was the first to be binded, in iron chains and shackles. I heard a scream because they were trying taking Asika from Ro'skia whom was putting up quite the fight for her cub, even though she was not collared, she hovered over her cub slashing,biting and clawing at the guards as they neared "By the nine, Shut it" as the guards kicked and beat her. I reached through the bars at the guard, if I only got a hold of him I'd tear him a apart, just than I felt hands on my shoulders, I turned and as I did they bound my wrists but this did not stop me from headbutting him. I laughed as he muttered a swear word and raised his fist but the other guards stopped him "they have to be in good shape, don't damage'em" He spit on me and commented on my luck...you have no idea mer. The rest of us were rounded up, those who resisted were given a light beating, Since I built up some muscle from working they made me carry weapons and what ever else they could find...
We walk and walk and walk some more until we reached a sort of desert like area... We are all chained together by wrists I carried weapons, I felt so weak but I refuse to break...to fall...Dri'gik was in front of me and a few other male khajiits then women, Asika was up in her mother's best friends arms. I can't...I just can't...I fall miles and miles from the forest, from their camp, see you do learn things from eavesdropping. The sun...my face hit the ground and a then I felt the sting of the whip, Dri'gik pulled me to my feet... which we blistered "take'em off" I looked to the guard "what?" I said weakly "take off your shoes" I knew this would hurt but I did and picked up the weapons again...I was glad when we reached the a large circle of wagons that were filled with khajiits. I was made to walk around in circles, with the weapons on my back and my feet bare until everyone from my "tribe" was processed into the wagons...I was the last. "Strong Male" A guard muttered as he gripped my face "hmm You may have some water then we will tie you to the back of the wagon and you will walk, sadly there is no more room" he chuckled as I threw the weapons on the ground and knelt to give my feet a break, I ripped off the rest of my shirt, it was just shredded from the whip anyway. I heard many of the other khajiits pray for me in imperial or well broken imperial. I remembered that I slipped Dro'jasik's gift into my pocket and when I pulled it out, I held it close and wrapped It around my neck. It was his wedding ring...
I looked up at the guard as he brought me water I drank as much as I could...my back ached with every movement. I looked up at him as he pulled the water away "stand and walk" he took my chain and chained me to the back of my "tribes" wagon and then loaded me up with the weapons. 20 minutes in my knees gave out again. I swear to you I heard Ro'liko's voice...telling me that I had to keep walking...I needed too. The wagon was slow being lead by horses "HALT" the guard yelled "walk,Scum...WALK!" I looked at him and Ro'liko was all I heard...all I could see "come on, your the most brave and funny lookin' khajiit I've ever met. You can do this" she urged me "Yell,Scream,walk, sing... anything Ianian" I couldn't help but laugh as I rose "he's gone crazy" I heard one of the slaves say. "WALK" and I felt the whip on my bare skin.
"I was a man with everything, now I am a man with nothing~" I rose as I sang "I had a golden future and a Wife worth loving~" I took one step at a time, my tears began "Blood thirsty beast, different from you and me, crept into our lives~ opening a new door with a blood stained key~" I sang until I couldn't anymore until my throat was so dry that I couldn't even wince when the whip hit me... we reached the camp...I walked 76 miles since we reached the wagons. They knew we would not run because we had nowhere to go. So when we reached the camp they went into their little cabin and we had the camp, the men and women were allowed to be mixed together to say good-byes ,a hug or a kiss because they knew that they would be split up one way or another. "Ianian" I heard the patter of familiar feet and Asika ran into my arms, I caressed her hair and gave her a hug, looking at the nasty bump she had from the guards. Dri'gik sat next to me and we all just sat their together as we waiting from the other khajiits to make food.
"Here cubs" a very old khajiit said as she handed us our food. I went to put a spoonful into my mouth but I stopped and stood, my back damaged back making me limp about "Did you eat?" I asked a little boy khajiit with short black fur and a set of silver blue eyes no older that 7, he shyly shook his head and I handed him my bowl of gruel "eat up" I limped away and sat back down "Why did you help the cub?" a young khajitt asked. "Well because I am not starving for it, and he is but a child, a brother and son, I on the other hand am just a mer khajiit" I felt a cold cloth on my back an old woman was cleaning my back "he's my grand-son, Crisk'ol after my son" she nodded over to the little dark-furred boy. Asika called out "Any of you got a book?" she asked in a tone of urgency, from the back of the crowd of nearly 50 khajiits you heard "I DO" and a teenage khajiit with fur like fire and eyes like coal "I can't read it but it had a picture of knight" she said proudly. I chuckled and kindly thanked the woman who tended my back as I propped Asika up in my lap and I began to read aloud, to everyone. It's amazing how we were all equal here...a family...this pained Ianian as he began to secretly wish for Ro'liko and J'skirao, his real family back...alive.
So yeah that's the end of ch.5 hopefully you enjoyed this as mush as I did writing it :D
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