Post by WolfMortum on Nov 6, 2016 0:11:13 GMT 12
My name is as my ability, they call me Hikari, ‘the Swift’.
My age differs from your own, it is irrelevant as I am not one of you, I am Khajiit, something many of you might call or look to as ‘Neko’ though I assure you I’m not one in the same, I’m rather fiercer than your everyday cat.
I hail from a land much different to yours, Aurora’lyela of where my people flourish in number. To my own I keep my reasons for my leaving though I did not walk to the hills without good coin, for I excel in profitable entourage.
I have been called many a thing in my time…Thief, Rogue, Scoundrel…And what they say should be kept close to the heart, as close as your favored belongings for they’re not wrong. I’d like to say I take from others to survive but that would be lying, though my tongue is as swift as my hand, the fact is that I enjoy the thrill of the chase, the possibility of getting caught and the profit of procuring certain delicacies, a good amount of coin for example.
My story isn’t glamorous, nor one for your ears. It begins and ends with every job, I come and go in the night, take what is yours and walk beside you in the day, pay you for your services using the very coin you so involuntarily gave me. I am not a fighter, I carry a knife but I’ll sooner pry the meat of a tough steak from my fangs than put it in your gullet. I carry threat only to your wallet, those with deep pockets should fear me, so too those with knowledge of worth, those after a fight shall be lost to my back for I am swift and my name is well deserved.
Where then does a cat like myself go in a new world you ask? To squander my goods in the presence of expensive female company…And then to your place, where you might find bare in the morrow.
My name is Hikari, it is one you shall never forget, but a face you’ll never see.
My age differs from your own, it is irrelevant as I am not one of you, I am Khajiit, something many of you might call or look to as ‘Neko’ though I assure you I’m not one in the same, I’m rather fiercer than your everyday cat.
I hail from a land much different to yours, Aurora’lyela of where my people flourish in number. To my own I keep my reasons for my leaving though I did not walk to the hills without good coin, for I excel in profitable entourage.
I have been called many a thing in my time…Thief, Rogue, Scoundrel…And what they say should be kept close to the heart, as close as your favored belongings for they’re not wrong. I’d like to say I take from others to survive but that would be lying, though my tongue is as swift as my hand, the fact is that I enjoy the thrill of the chase, the possibility of getting caught and the profit of procuring certain delicacies, a good amount of coin for example.
My story isn’t glamorous, nor one for your ears. It begins and ends with every job, I come and go in the night, take what is yours and walk beside you in the day, pay you for your services using the very coin you so involuntarily gave me. I am not a fighter, I carry a knife but I’ll sooner pry the meat of a tough steak from my fangs than put it in your gullet. I carry threat only to your wallet, those with deep pockets should fear me, so too those with knowledge of worth, those after a fight shall be lost to my back for I am swift and my name is well deserved.
Where then does a cat like myself go in a new world you ask? To squander my goods in the presence of expensive female company…And then to your place, where you might find bare in the morrow.
My name is Hikari, it is one you shall never forget, but a face you’ll never see.