caravan guard
lone Khajiit
(Happy new years)
Xander walked slowly through the forest. His arm was dangling at his side dragging a hunter. The man was still unconscious yet Xander attended to end the man. He stopped near a huge tree and lifted the man by his head. He held him at eye level and took a wiff.
He frowned realizing it was Elf..He could smell the glass and energy on the beings skin. He was very picky about his meals. The lizard threw the elf to the side. At the sound of a crack Xander continued into the town.
He was hungry and bored. He wore an Iron tunic with steel plated pants and pointed bear skin boots. He took in a wiff and grinned. He smelled a bunch of nords and a few orcs. His favorite was breton and orc. He caught himself drooling thinking of it. He wiped his mouth and continued walking.
He was truly lost. The inquisitor was looking for his comrades but sadly he didn't know their scent. He calmed down and leaned against an inn. He could tell the place was an inn due to the smell of cook meat and mead. He hated the smell of cooked meat. He preferred his prey raw.
He took another wiff and smelled Kin. It was another Argonian in the town. He sighed and stayed posted. The 6'5 lizard hoped not to stand out. Nor did he want to be questioned.
" I'm not one to wait...."
Xander walked slowly through the forest. His arm was dangling at his side dragging a hunter. The man was still unconscious yet Xander attended to end the man. He stopped near a huge tree and lifted the man by his head. He held him at eye level and took a wiff.
He frowned realizing it was Elf..He could smell the glass and energy on the beings skin. He was very picky about his meals. The lizard threw the elf to the side. At the sound of a crack Xander continued into the town.
He was hungry and bored. He wore an Iron tunic with steel plated pants and pointed bear skin boots. He took in a wiff and grinned. He smelled a bunch of nords and a few orcs. His favorite was breton and orc. He caught himself drooling thinking of it. He wiped his mouth and continued walking.
He was truly lost. The inquisitor was looking for his comrades but sadly he didn't know their scent. He calmed down and leaned against an inn. He could tell the place was an inn due to the smell of cook meat and mead. He hated the smell of cooked meat. He preferred his prey raw.
He took another wiff and smelled Kin. It was another Argonian in the town. He sighed and stayed posted. The 6'5 lizard hoped not to stand out. Nor did he want to be questioned.
" I'm not one to wait...."