shadowkitty
Mistress of Shadows
This is just an idea I came up with after I wrote the Character card for Do'Jhan. The Cc will be coming after I get some pictures done, but I wanted to post this now. Enjoy.
I waited with apprehension as I set my quill and ink on the table in front of me. Blank parchment paper lay there ready for my scribbling. I glanced out of the door of my room again, catching the eye of the Inn keeper. Once again he shook his head and went back to polishing the bar. My client was late. I was of two minds about whether I was happy or annoyed. I was, after all about to interview the biggest, scariest Khajiit I have ever seen in my life. I sighed and lay my head on my arms for a moment, breathing in and out, trying to relax.
“This one can come back if you wish to sleep” the voice made me jump a foot out of my seat. I had not even heard him enter the room. Damned cats. They were so sneaky. He was large (slightly taller than a Nord), grey and white fur with striking black markings. Black stripes and spots. Black fur surrounds beautiful blue eyes. Short dreadlocked black hair with various gold rings attached to the ends. I scribbled down these notes on my parchment.
“No..it’s fine. I was just resting. Well, shall we get started?”
“If you wish” he almost purred in his deep accented voice and slid into the chair with a grace that would make the most delicate of maidens jealous. I swear he winked at me. I brushed my hair from my face and cleared my throat.
“Ehem.. So, Do’Jhan. Can you tell me about your name first?
“Do is meaning Warrior. That is all” he shrugged. I scribbled down that note. His stunning blue eyes watched my every move. I read my notes, things I wanted to ask..saying them under my breath...
“...name, age, sex....”
“Sex? Yes please, oh you mean that?.. well, this one is all male”
“Yes I gathered that. Thank you” I spluttered nervously. “Um, you are a Khajiit, but where do you herald from Do’Jhan?”
“This one is Tojay-raht. The best kind, yes?” I really had no idea, but he continued “This one was born in the Tenmar Forest. That location is vague, this one knows, but really, that is for the best” I wondered how old he was and asked him.
“Let this one just say, old enough to be wise, but young enough to turn a female’s eye” he answered. This time I know he winked at me! Was the Khajiit flirting? I cleared my throat again.
“So, can you tell me about your beliefs? Who you associate yourself with? Alignments and such..”
“This one is a proud member of The Mane Guard. It is the greatest honour. This one does not think about religion much. I believe in my family and my home, that is enough” he said. He scratched the top of the table absently with a clawed finger..paw? It left a sizable gouge in the table’s surface. I studied him for a while. He was quite content to sit there, studying me in turn. He wore a bow and sword; both weapons looked to be well used. His armour? Ancient Nord if I wasn’t mistaken. The armour also looked worn. Not old, but well used. He was defiantly a warrior, and a proficient one at that. He didn’t wear the helm, obviously because of his ears. I asked him about his weapons.
“Do you like my bow? ‘is nice yes?” He stroked the bow lovingly “Do’Jhan uses a bow and also carries a sword for close quarter fighting. He will also use his claws for maximum damage” he said flexing his paws so that all of his claws stuck out. I sat back a little in fright and he chuckled. “This one also has several knives on his person. But I do not hide them, if you want to take a look”. That did it. Now I KNEW he was flirting. “Do’Jhan is deadliest fighting from the shadows. He will stalk his prey until the right moment” His eyes gleamed with excitement and he leant forward. To cover my shock I asked him about himself as a person...Cat... Khajiit..
“Why do you ask this? Are you interested in Do’Jhan?” He winked again. “This one thinks very little about himself. Although I have had others tell me that I can be a little too nosey for one’s own good. But this one would call that...curiosity, yes?”
“What do you think of people’s general dislike of your kind?” I asked carefully. This subject was a very sensitive topic to raise. But Do’Jhan surprised me when he chuckled.
“This one has not noticed anything like that. Do’Jhan has Nord friends, Imperial friends. Makes no difference to Do’Jhan” He shrugged “If it all gets too much, this one will disappear into the forest. Hunt, be silent, that sort of thing. The forest is where Do’Jhan feels most comfortable.” I could tell that the Khajiit missed his home, possibly why he sought out the forest when in times of great turmoil. “Do’Jhan also likes the company of females of his kind” he learned forward and whispered “but secretly thinks the smooth pale skin of a nord lady is very alluring.” We both stared down at my pale, hairless arms. I gulped but scribbled down my notes none the less. As for the rest of the interview, I asked Do’Jhan to give me a brief background on himself. I could tell he struggled in some parts, the topic being a hard one for him to talk about. I don’t think he has ever really talked about his past to anyone before me. I felt honoured but I also felt a deep sympathy for him. I was drawn to him. Here are my notes on Do’Jhan’s past...
Bio: Do’Jhan is a rare Tojay-raht, a breed of Khajiit native to the southern Tenmar Forest. He was born in a litter of six with three brothers and two sisters. His parents owned a sizable piece of land in the forest where they grew and produced moon-sugar to be made into Skooma. The kittens helped with the family business until they were old enough to choose their own path. Do’Jhan, along with one sister and two brothers, chose to become warriors and trained fiercely until they were finally selected into the elite Guard that patrols the Tenmar forest, keeping out humans, argonians and elves. Do’Jhan and his siblings were particularly good at their job and were well liked within the guard. This brought much honour to the family. One tragic day however, his brother was killed by a band of marauding Argonians, bent on stealing some Skooma to sell back in Blackmarsh.
As law and custom dictate among the Khajiit of the Tenmar Forest, Do’Jhan’s family will be disgraced until he avenges his brother’s death and kills the Argonian responsible. This sent him away from Elsweyr, up the western boarder of Blackmarsh, through Cyrodiil and finally into Skyrim. He can never rest until he finds that argonian and brings honour back to his family.
His sister and brother are still in the Warrior Guard, although they are currently assigned to lesser duties (due to the disgrace on their family) His parents still own their small Skooma manufacturing business which the other siblings work at, but since the death of their brother, competitors have been eating away at their property, taking away from their profits and making life generally harder while authorities turn a blind eye. Do’Jhan must bring the killer to justice in order for his family to regain their status in society.
The interview then ended. Do’Jhan was pensive, but then seemed to break out from his revere.
“This one would like to buy you a drink..or two or three.” He stood, holding out his paw to me. I stared at it, longing for it to close over my own fingers.
“I don’t know. I really should get these notes back and start writing.” But instead he pulled me up and all but swept me out the door of my room and into the bar area.
“Nonsense. This one insists. You have got to know Do’Jhan, now Do’Jhan wants to get to know you”. I could hardly decline such an offer.
As for the rest of the evening? Well, that’s strictly off the record.
Interview with a Khajiit
I waited with apprehension as I set my quill and ink on the table in front of me. Blank parchment paper lay there ready for my scribbling. I glanced out of the door of my room again, catching the eye of the Inn keeper. Once again he shook his head and went back to polishing the bar. My client was late. I was of two minds about whether I was happy or annoyed. I was, after all about to interview the biggest, scariest Khajiit I have ever seen in my life. I sighed and lay my head on my arms for a moment, breathing in and out, trying to relax.
“This one can come back if you wish to sleep” the voice made me jump a foot out of my seat. I had not even heard him enter the room. Damned cats. They were so sneaky. He was large (slightly taller than a Nord), grey and white fur with striking black markings. Black stripes and spots. Black fur surrounds beautiful blue eyes. Short dreadlocked black hair with various gold rings attached to the ends. I scribbled down these notes on my parchment.
“No..it’s fine. I was just resting. Well, shall we get started?”
“If you wish” he almost purred in his deep accented voice and slid into the chair with a grace that would make the most delicate of maidens jealous. I swear he winked at me. I brushed my hair from my face and cleared my throat.
“Ehem.. So, Do’Jhan. Can you tell me about your name first?
“Do is meaning Warrior. That is all” he shrugged. I scribbled down that note. His stunning blue eyes watched my every move. I read my notes, things I wanted to ask..saying them under my breath...
“...name, age, sex....”
“Sex? Yes please, oh you mean that?.. well, this one is all male”
“Yes I gathered that. Thank you” I spluttered nervously. “Um, you are a Khajiit, but where do you herald from Do’Jhan?”
“This one is Tojay-raht. The best kind, yes?” I really had no idea, but he continued “This one was born in the Tenmar Forest. That location is vague, this one knows, but really, that is for the best” I wondered how old he was and asked him.
“Let this one just say, old enough to be wise, but young enough to turn a female’s eye” he answered. This time I know he winked at me! Was the Khajiit flirting? I cleared my throat again.
“So, can you tell me about your beliefs? Who you associate yourself with? Alignments and such..”
“This one is a proud member of The Mane Guard. It is the greatest honour. This one does not think about religion much. I believe in my family and my home, that is enough” he said. He scratched the top of the table absently with a clawed finger..paw? It left a sizable gouge in the table’s surface. I studied him for a while. He was quite content to sit there, studying me in turn. He wore a bow and sword; both weapons looked to be well used. His armour? Ancient Nord if I wasn’t mistaken. The armour also looked worn. Not old, but well used. He was defiantly a warrior, and a proficient one at that. He didn’t wear the helm, obviously because of his ears. I asked him about his weapons.
“Do you like my bow? ‘is nice yes?” He stroked the bow lovingly “Do’Jhan uses a bow and also carries a sword for close quarter fighting. He will also use his claws for maximum damage” he said flexing his paws so that all of his claws stuck out. I sat back a little in fright and he chuckled. “This one also has several knives on his person. But I do not hide them, if you want to take a look”. That did it. Now I KNEW he was flirting. “Do’Jhan is deadliest fighting from the shadows. He will stalk his prey until the right moment” His eyes gleamed with excitement and he leant forward. To cover my shock I asked him about himself as a person...Cat... Khajiit..
“Why do you ask this? Are you interested in Do’Jhan?” He winked again. “This one thinks very little about himself. Although I have had others tell me that I can be a little too nosey for one’s own good. But this one would call that...curiosity, yes?”
“What do you think of people’s general dislike of your kind?” I asked carefully. This subject was a very sensitive topic to raise. But Do’Jhan surprised me when he chuckled.
“This one has not noticed anything like that. Do’Jhan has Nord friends, Imperial friends. Makes no difference to Do’Jhan” He shrugged “If it all gets too much, this one will disappear into the forest. Hunt, be silent, that sort of thing. The forest is where Do’Jhan feels most comfortable.” I could tell that the Khajiit missed his home, possibly why he sought out the forest when in times of great turmoil. “Do’Jhan also likes the company of females of his kind” he learned forward and whispered “but secretly thinks the smooth pale skin of a nord lady is very alluring.” We both stared down at my pale, hairless arms. I gulped but scribbled down my notes none the less. As for the rest of the interview, I asked Do’Jhan to give me a brief background on himself. I could tell he struggled in some parts, the topic being a hard one for him to talk about. I don’t think he has ever really talked about his past to anyone before me. I felt honoured but I also felt a deep sympathy for him. I was drawn to him. Here are my notes on Do’Jhan’s past...
Bio: Do’Jhan is a rare Tojay-raht, a breed of Khajiit native to the southern Tenmar Forest. He was born in a litter of six with three brothers and two sisters. His parents owned a sizable piece of land in the forest where they grew and produced moon-sugar to be made into Skooma. The kittens helped with the family business until they were old enough to choose their own path. Do’Jhan, along with one sister and two brothers, chose to become warriors and trained fiercely until they were finally selected into the elite Guard that patrols the Tenmar forest, keeping out humans, argonians and elves. Do’Jhan and his siblings were particularly good at their job and were well liked within the guard. This brought much honour to the family. One tragic day however, his brother was killed by a band of marauding Argonians, bent on stealing some Skooma to sell back in Blackmarsh.
As law and custom dictate among the Khajiit of the Tenmar Forest, Do’Jhan’s family will be disgraced until he avenges his brother’s death and kills the Argonian responsible. This sent him away from Elsweyr, up the western boarder of Blackmarsh, through Cyrodiil and finally into Skyrim. He can never rest until he finds that argonian and brings honour back to his family.
His sister and brother are still in the Warrior Guard, although they are currently assigned to lesser duties (due to the disgrace on their family) His parents still own their small Skooma manufacturing business which the other siblings work at, but since the death of their brother, competitors have been eating away at their property, taking away from their profits and making life generally harder while authorities turn a blind eye. Do’Jhan must bring the killer to justice in order for his family to regain their status in society.
The interview then ended. Do’Jhan was pensive, but then seemed to break out from his revere.
“This one would like to buy you a drink..or two or three.” He stood, holding out his paw to me. I stared at it, longing for it to close over my own fingers.
“I don’t know. I really should get these notes back and start writing.” But instead he pulled me up and all but swept me out the door of my room and into the bar area.
“Nonsense. This one insists. You have got to know Do’Jhan, now Do’Jhan wants to get to know you”. I could hardly decline such an offer.
As for the rest of the evening? Well, that’s strictly off the record.