04-04-2008, 09:45 PM
Here is the prologue of the re-write. Sorry it took such a long time, writing a novel as a khajiit is rather difficult. short texts are fine, but something like this... :eek:
anyway, what do you guys think?
Quote:Dance of the Ja-Kha’jay (The Elsweyr Edition)
By Jo’Ren-Dar.
Prologue: An Unusual Request.
Year 3E433, Unspecified date, The MadHouse, Realm of Sheggorath.
Zahraji purred like a kit with a belly full of sweetmeat as she batted another lettuce across the floor. She rolled onto her back and squirmed, scratching that sweet spot just above her tail. Her toes were wriggling in delight and her fur was standing on end in absolute ecstasy. The sound of the door opening caught her attention. A gloomy figure stood in the doorway, casting a shadow which fell across Zahraji’s spotted hide.
“Who bothers Zahraji?” She asked, baring her sharp teeth at the intruder.
“Our Lord wishes to speak to Zahraji.” Said the distinctly feminine voice, before removing herself from sight.
“Zahraji wonders if her Lord wants another romp in the hay?” Zahraji said aloud as she climbed up off the floor. Zahraji soon was at her Lord’s side.
“Ah, Zahraji, my dear, good to see you.” He beamed.
Zahraji climbed onto his lap, licking his beard lovingly.
“Not now, my sweet onion. Sheggorath has a task for Zahraji.” He pushed her head away.
“What does it ask of poor Zahraji?” She asked.
“Sheggorath has often wondered how Zahraji hides her sanity from him. Zahraji would be truly mad to try something so bold.” Her Lord cooed.
Zahraji’s hackles raised at the statement.
“And yet, Zahraji’s sanity is required to serve the Mad.” Sheggorath whispered the plan into Zahraji’s ear, which laid back quickly.
“As Sheggorath wishes.” Zahraji climbed off his lap.
“Now go, Zahraji, we have only a few scant months, before ja-Khajiit makes His move, which will ruin things unless Zahraji succeeds.”
Zahraji turned and left, wondering to herself why Sheggorath seemed unusually lucid.
Year 4E1, 3rd of Mid Year, A Remote Cave in Southern Cyrodiil.
Zahraji had fled when she’d seen the Moons amidst the pain of labour. This was one more complication in an already complicated situation. She’d managed to hide her pain long enough to fool her way out of the city without the guards suspecting anything. Zahraji gave one last push and felt the infant slip from her belly. She quickly pulled herself around and bit the cord that still tethered the child to her. She lapped the dampness from his fur, and suckled him to her breast. Zahraji searched for a blanket to wrap her infant in, only finding a piece of linen. She wrapped him tightly and wondered what she should do with such a precious child.
“Why did Zahraji get herself into this mess?” She spoke to herself.
“Is it because Zahraji loved Septim?” A voice came from nowhere.
Zahraji jerked with fright, wondering how anyone could have found her.
“Who it it?” Zahraji asked, her voice panicked.
“It is the Hero of Kvatch.” A figure came into the fire-light. Clad in full daedric armour it was impossible to tell the race and gender of the Hero. It sat down on a log opposite the fire.
“Zahraji should not be here.” It said.
“It should not be here either. And it is because Zahraji loved Martin Septim that got her into this mess.” Zahraji looked down at her babe, who was about half the length of her forearm, larger than most khajiiti kits. A dagger of pain stabbed Zahraji’s heart as she thought of her lost lover.
“Zahraji needs to be someplace safe, where the Mane cannot find her.” The Hero of Kvatch told her.
“And can it lead Zahraji to such a place?”
“This one can.”
“It must take Zahraji, protect her.” Zahraji gathered her few things and held her kit close. The Hero pulled out a ring, and put it on it’s finger.
“Dunmeri-magic.” It explained before pulling Zahraji close, muttering an incantation and disappearing.
Several hours later, a Senche and his rider stalked into the carvern. “The scent of magic lingers thickly, they have escaped, Clan mate.” The rider growled. The Senche grunted his agreement. They turned and left.
anyway, what do you guys think?