New story. This is when I broke out of the Legion jail. A ragged bed, a broken chair, a bucket and no window. *The Khajiit sighed and leaned back against the old stones of the tiny jail cell, wincing in pain as bruises under the spotted tan fur protested at the slightest touch. Dim light filtered through a small barred slot in the heavy wooden door next to him, doing little to illuminate the shadows that made the cramped room their home. Bruised eyes turned away from the darkness before falling shut, feline nostrils twitching as stale odors came and went. The Khajiit did not like this place at all, even if it were just for one night. Caged, like some kind of animal, held against his will. It was insulting. He gingerly ran a paw over his face, feeling several painful lumps and patches of dried blood. Though he did not like to admit it, the fight had been a one sided affair. Did he even land a punch? How much did he drink? The Khajiit took a slow, shuddering breath, fighting back a wave of nausea. A sudden loud bang caused the door to rattle... Light from the small barred slot vanishing, replaced with an eye that peered into the gloom. The cats in this one. Keys rattled and the heavy door creaked open, a burning torch thrust into the cell, its crackling tip held not far from the Khajiits face, causing him to growl and turn away from the painful light and sudden heat. Someone laughed, Did I singe your whiskers, cat? Another voice, Take him upstairs. Rough hands gripped his arms,If he gives you any trouble, put him back in the cell for another night. The Khajiit growls slightly and speaks in a weak tone Where... Is my cousin...? (To be continued...)
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 05:14:28 +0000
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