InfectedHau wrote:A feral gleam lit in Za'ji's eyes as she saw realization dawn in Auguseethus'. " Oh, I think you know who," she said confidently. "Remember when I said your earring looked familiar?"
Auguseethus's hand reached up to the charm on his horn.
"Ar-" He began, but his voice cracked. It couldn't be. The sweet little brother from his childhood couldn't have joined up with these heartless murderers.
"Y- You're lying!" He choked. "He couldn't... He... Couldn't....?"
White Eagle wrote:Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel
Z'arlo J'iswen:"Come on son. We are almost at the house." The khajiit was infront of his adoptive son helping him learn to hunt.
"Yes,father." To Samuel he didn't care his father was a khajiit. He loved him because he treated him like flesh and blood."How much farther?"
"Only 600 yds away."
Samuel groaned."Yay," he said sarcastically.
Ariaal was half asleep when her horse whinnied, as if to alert her that she was almost to the large, dull, forbidding city that was Windhelm. She noticed a couple people outside near the wilderness and immediately recognized the Kajiit as one of the nobles of the city. Knowing Ulfric as she did, Ariaal wondered how a Kajiit could rise to such a high position in such a racist city like this one, but then remembered her own non-Nord-ness and her essential role on the Stormcloak's side in this war. Never judge a book by it's cover, she reminded herself as she passed by.
"Hail." She greeted the two. "Fine day, for Eastmarch at least."