Oh...Oooohhh, what to say about this pair? Khepri makes a game out of giving him blue balls once Sindri learns the person he's been hunting is a woman...and is oddly attractive in his eyes (he will take this to his grave before ever admitting his attraction to a woman of a beast race) despite being a bipedal cat lady.

Khepri (female)

Khajiit

Skyrims thieves guild master. A woman that can be a heartless and cold as ice, has a love of shiny things, and fiercely protective of those she lets into her personal space. And quite the tease if I'm completely honest. An immigrant from Elweyer who was sentenced to death for treason against her tribe. 'Khepri' is not her real name.

Sindri (male)

Nord

Becomes the butt of Khepri's jokes even as he hunts her down to arrest her. Riften's captain of the guard transfered from Solitude specifically to bring the Guild Master of skyrims thieves guild to justice. Has been playing a cat and mouse game with Khepri for months now. Has recently fucked up big time by arresting someone he shouldn't have and is now on Khepri's shit list.

He doesn't know what woke him from his slumber, all he knows is that suddenly, he was bolting up in his bed. His breath heaved heavily as he tried to get a handle on it.

The man could feel it. The gaze of som predator in the darkness of his room. It cause a cold shiver to run down his spine as his sleep addled mind tried to catch up to his instincts. His vision was blurry in the corners, it felt like he was still asleep and dreaming, but a part of him knew he wasn't.

And thats when he was them. Two eyes that glowed in the inky blackness in the far corner of the room, as if they had some kind of light inside them that broke through the night.

Every instinct in him told him to shout for his men, but the guard-captain's mind could not connect his thoughts into action. So there he sat, ill at ease and defenseless with not even a shirt to protect his vital organs.

And then the eyes grew closer, he squinted his eyes to find the vague shape of a person. Their steps as silent as death as they walked up to the side of his bed. The nord tensed, his breath caught. There was no way for him to defend himself but with his fists as his two handed ax lay at the end of his bed and he is sure that just the slightest movement from him would set this shadowed figure into action.

Turqiouse eyes, that he could see had a cat like slant to them narrowed.

"Take this as a warning pale-face." the exotic voice hissed from the shadows. The sound so soft, yet rumblely in a way that made him swallow nervously. Like a hiss and a growl, yet distinctly feminine.

"Cease this witch hunt for the Guild Master. The guild may not like to bloody their hands, but I can assure you"

At this the eyes bent down to his level. He could feel the creak of the bed as a hand was set down. But by the gods those eyes.

Wicked and wild and they took up his entire sight. With wide eyes he watched them with baited breath, unsure if the twisting in his gut was fear or something far worse as the intruders voice resonated with him.

"I assure you there are far worse things the guild can do to ruin such an upstanding member of society." she-because yes, that lilt, that pitch-was most definitely female, hissed.

He tried to see passed the darkness of night to see beyond just those eerie, wicked eyes to the face they belong to. But he was no khajiit, he could see nothing.

He nearly jumped out of his skin the moment he felt a hand in his hair, so absorbed was he at the feel of claws and a new shiver that he was unprepared for the cloth pressed harshly over his nose and mouth. He took in a panicked breath, hands shot out to grab the leather clad hand holding the cloth in place. But there must have been some sort of sleeping drought on it, for he felt his vision blur in the corners and his arm began to feel like lead.

"Remember this voice meddler...for if you continue this chase, it will be I who makes sure you regret it until you die."

And it was that voice that haunted his sleep when he succumbed to the sleep drought drenched cloth.

The figure threw the cloth over her shoulder as she stood. Her eyes turned to the night stand and grabbed for the papers and journal there that belonged to the biggest bother to her since Mercer Frey. She stuffed them in her satchel before taking one last look at the nosey guard-captain that has been hunting her for months now.

She turned her nose up at him, a sneer on her face behind her nightingale mask and walked out without even a creak from the door.

The guards posted outside were still out cold, the rest of those in the barracks fast asleep.

Khepri walked out with little issue.

"Stupid man." she hissed as she made her way down the stairs to the cells they held prisoners. "Such a fool to think he could take me on."

The curl of her lips behind her mask that of a vicious predator laughing at the sheer thought of a lamb like him thinking he could actually touch her and her guild.

For months they had played this little game of cat and mouse. But today he took it too far. Involved someone that had no place to be used in this little game of theirs he hadn't realized she had been controlling from the very first time she let him even see the top of her head as she jumped out a window to escape his trap.

Khepri stopped at a cell where tiny sobs echoed out. And her cold heart ached for the poor girl.

"Come Laelette, Khepri finds the prison cells no place for a girl like you."

A head shot out from the dim light, tear streaked and afraid. The moment the bretons eyes fell on Khepri a sob of relief escaped her. The girl ran up to the bars of the cell.

"Khepri, I did good right? I didn't tell them a thing. Oh these men here are just deplorable!"

Khepri reached in through the bars to pat the girls head.

"Poor kitten, do not worry, Khepri will take care of the mice. Let us get you back to Xal-Kee, he is not happy you saved him."

The young woman gave a watery laugh.