Snow's Journal (Entry Four)
13th Rain's Hand 4E 203 Finally, we have set up camp! For two days,Caravan has been on the move; Khajiit's hindpaws ache, but keeping Urjora safe is worth the pain. Speaking of his Lover makes his heart feel...funny. It is a warm feeling...it makes...
Snow's Journal (Entry Two)
4th Rain's Hand 4E 203 I saw him today; the Khajiit. Light brown fur all over,a long striped tail,a short mane,and those emerald green eyes; there's no mistaking it. He was buying blacksmithing supplies from Miss Avenicci; lots of pelts and hunks...
Snow's Journal (Entry Three)
11th Rain's Hand 4E 203 So much has happened! Khajiit is overjoyed! He can hardly contain how happy he is! \*Small symbol that looks like a smile\* Where does Khajiit begin? \*Random ink splotches\* Oh! Yes! Traveling with Urjora and Kharjo was...
Snow's Journal (Entry Five)
14th Rain's Hand 4E 203 Unexpectedly, a large storm has frozen over entrance to cave which we had called "Home" for the night. Khajiit wishes to ask if Urjora could use magic to help escape, though he senses that Urjora has other things in mind....
Snow's Journal (Entry One)
2nd Sun's Dawn 4E 203 Khajiit is keeping this journal in an attempt to document the part of his life, as he struggles to find his place in this land of cold and snow that its natives call "Skyrim". If he happen to pass on to the life after...
Chapter One - Morning Rush
"C'mon! Wake up!" speaks a familiar voice, the sensation of two hands gently rocking me bringing me to life. I groan loudly, not wanting to get out of bed, Lin sighs, before shaking me more vigorously. "Dammit, Dave! Get up! You'll be late for your...
The Prince and the Thief
_ "Promise me that you'll stay safe."_ _ "I've come back in one piece all the other times, haven't I?"_ _ "Yes but-"_ _ "You worry too much, Love."_ _ "You're my husband, Jey! Of course I'm going to worry!"_ _ "Relax, Love. Nothing's gonna happen,...
Chapter Two - Commute
_What will he be like? Will he be stern? Or kind? Is he perhaps an anthropian like me? No... I doubt it... What if he's my age? How would that even... Hmm... Perhaps...? Oh dear... Get it together, Dave, this is **not** the time to be losing your grip!...
A Lover's Lament
Cool Damp A drape of gray The setting sun Painting the heavens Beauty refined A path Weathered Familiar A figure Wandering As if to forget Brown eyes Glistening Woeful Trotting along the path Worn as he The lament of his love...
Midnight's Rose
An end Has come To his life A tale: A comedy Told In the deep hues Of tragedy: A purity Beyond The grasp Of their mortal minds Blood: Crimson Silk Drops Of sorrow To my hands Undeserving Was he Of this end Betrayed...
A Warm Smile
Soundlessly, flakes of snow dance in the world beyond the pane of glass, the quiet bustle of the café keeping me company as my eyes dart amongst the words of my novel, my free paw occasionally reaching down to bring my styrofoam cup to my lips. The...
The Rose of Midnight
The dancing moons A drape of darkness City lights,gleaming gems Wandering eyes Quieting sighs Minds,tranquil Warm smiles Interlocked fingers Hearts,aloof An exchange of words Simple and few Sweet,sweet ambrosia A ring Our love...