04-28-2008, 11:56 PM
(Draft copy, would like input)
Written by Ra'Zhyrgha.
This one's mother always warned us of the dangers of the desert, how the mor-jo'Khaj with their Claws-of-dark would rip our minds to pieces if we strayed to far into the unknown sands. We didn't really pay attention to her though, for we were to busy learning the ways of killing by way of hitting each other with our kitten-claws (by which this one means the ancient rites of MEiamgoingtokillyoubutnotreallyOW), and trying to steal the older cat's feel-good-sugar.
One day, we became lost in the Desert of the Long-Fur. It was vast, and this one could not escape it, so was lost to the night-black. We tried, we really did to get away from it, but we gave up hope when we heard the noises of screaching black-beasts far off in the distance.
They howled, and made noises that only in Padhome could of been dreamed up. This one became fearful of the uncertainty of the Dark (for even Khajiit fear the Old Things), we ran, and ran, until we colapsed amongst the Dunes, to weak to move any more.
This one remembers only fragments of what happened in the rest of that terrible night, drifting in and out of thought, seeing Dro-Khajiit of times long-gone, watching the stars fight celestreal serpents; but it was the last we heard from the beasts that night, they did not follow us into our dream-walking, so we escaped into places that they could not go (but sometimes more dangerous).
The next day we awoke with sand in fur and mouth (and other places Clan Mother would not let us speak of), bathed in the orange of the new day. We passed by a traveling caravan, and bought passage to Corinth. The journey back to the city was long and boring, but we had no more nightmares, and no bandits attacked us, so we felt safe enough.
When we finally got back, Clan Mother whacked her paws around this one's head many times, until we felt dizzy and dazed. We deserved this punishment though, for we did forget the words of Clan Mother, and paid the price of a meeting with mor-jo'Khaj, Fabled Ghosts of the Night Sands; though it would not be our last.
Fabled Ghosts of the Night Sands, Vol. I
Written by Ra'Zhyrgha.
This one's mother always warned us of the dangers of the desert, how the mor-jo'Khaj with their Claws-of-dark would rip our minds to pieces if we strayed to far into the unknown sands. We didn't really pay attention to her though, for we were to busy learning the ways of killing by way of hitting each other with our kitten-claws (by which this one means the ancient rites of MEiamgoingtokillyoubutnotreallyOW), and trying to steal the older cat's feel-good-sugar.
One day, we became lost in the Desert of the Long-Fur. It was vast, and this one could not escape it, so was lost to the night-black. We tried, we really did to get away from it, but we gave up hope when we heard the noises of screaching black-beasts far off in the distance.
They howled, and made noises that only in Padhome could of been dreamed up. This one became fearful of the uncertainty of the Dark (for even Khajiit fear the Old Things), we ran, and ran, until we colapsed amongst the Dunes, to weak to move any more.
This one remembers only fragments of what happened in the rest of that terrible night, drifting in and out of thought, seeing Dro-Khajiit of times long-gone, watching the stars fight celestreal serpents; but it was the last we heard from the beasts that night, they did not follow us into our dream-walking, so we escaped into places that they could not go (but sometimes more dangerous).
The next day we awoke with sand in fur and mouth (and other places Clan Mother would not let us speak of), bathed in the orange of the new day. We passed by a traveling caravan, and bought passage to Corinth. The journey back to the city was long and boring, but we had no more nightmares, and no bandits attacked us, so we felt safe enough.
When we finally got back, Clan Mother whacked her paws around this one's head many times, until we felt dizzy and dazed. We deserved this punishment though, for we did forget the words of Clan Mother, and paid the price of a meeting with mor-jo'Khaj, Fabled Ghosts of the Night Sands; though it would not be our last.
