oh, where do we begin;

we don't have a choice to stay. we'd rather die than do it your way. < indie skyrim oc. > #khxjiit

[praxidikae-blog]

   ”me? i’m fine. you——”

    he’s at a loss for words, really. there’s no telling     what kind of magic this is, and quite frankly, the     former warden isn’t too sure he wants to know.

   ”…you know you’re a cat, right?”

[khxjiit]

  ' ah-- '

  she shuffles a bit awkwardly,   tail brushing up a small cloud   of dust.

      ' the correct term for it is khajiit--         but yes. i do know i'm a cat. '

[praxidikae-blog]

   the mage turns fast on his heel and    he’s not sure how he ought to react.

   ”maker have mercy…”

[khxjiit]

  the reaction sends her back a foot   or two, a slightly confused sound   being made.

     her expression right now is      basically priceless, and she      turns as if seeing if there's      anything behind her.

       ' what? are you okay? '

[khxjiit]

  she reaches to gently   tap him on the shoulder;

             ' pardon me, sir-- '

[xhuawei-blog]

An errant wind grabs at scarlet tresses, pulls at them and sweeps away his quiet  hum of a reply.  This area is unfamiliar to him as well;  never having been surfaced here, he’s  only ever flown over the area. Wei knows which way the capitol lies, and that is ultimately what helps him navigate now.                         He feels terribly ill-at-ease without                         his wings—longs for his home on                         a cold Ferelden peak. Wei rubs idly                         at his nose while studying the land                         around them, the walled city in the                         distance looking a safe bulwark.                                  ❝My best guess is Velun, if Val Royeux is north-east.❞                   A slim finger is extended toward                   the town. A few mill about the entrance,                   but beyond that it is eerily quiet.

[khxjiit]

  velun? val royeaux?   all places not yet known,   and of course, she's out   of luck if she plans on   navigating around more.

  a low noise, much like a growl, bubbles from   her chest cavity and slips past fangs that poke   from her mouth and over her bottom jaw. clear   that she isn't too happy.

  ' no offense, but i have no idea what you're talking about.     i'm not really from around these parts, friend, and it would     be a blessing from the gods if you could give me a tour. '

[xhuawei-blog]

The unmistakable smell of feline is invasive to his nose, sudden and repulsive enough that it gives Wei’s lip a visible curl to it. Complaining will get him nowhere, he knows that, and at least it isn’t dog.                             Eugh.                His inner turmoil and ruin is nearly enough               that he misses the signal meant for him. Luckily,                his golden eyes miss little, and he stops his own               steady pace to stare—-                                   Wei is almost a little dumbfounded.                                   If the stranger is human, she’s surely an o d d b a l l.                                   But no, she’s something else. Something—                        Wei’s face scrunches up to epic proportions as he sneezes,                        gargantuan effort rocking his shoulders. He blinks a few                        times and wipes his nose with a kerchief procured from his pocket.                                                 Cats.                                   Before he can cease, he opens his mouth.                                          ❝—You’re excused, calti.❞

[khxjiit]

  admittedly, it's a bit unsettling, the   way he turns towards her. compared   to many, this khajiit is small, but to   others -- such as this stranger --   she seems to be only two feet tall.

     tail swishes along the earth behind her,      bringing a cloud of dust rising into the      air.

         not her fault, though if she could keep still, that wouldn't happen.

  words are caught within her throat,   somewhat of a fear arising and causing   stomach to churn with uncertainty.

         something isn't quite right about this man.

  she gives an additional flick of the ears.

  ' i apologize, but i seem to be lost.     could you perhaps tell me where i am? '

[khxjiit]

                           lost. always lost.   after stumbling along that riverside for as long as she did,   skye isn't sure which way was north and which way is south.

       the first thing she knows to do is approach the        nearest person she can find along the path,        and though she can see the walls of a city        ahead of her, the khajiit stops before she can        reach it, and raises a finger in question to        catch the attention of a strange redheaded        man.

                             ' excuse me-- '   

[khxjiit]

  ' pardon me-- '   a pause, right ear flicking in distraction   to a nearby bird song.

        pretty, but that's         not important.

             ' could you maybe tell me where i am? '

[khxjiit]