Snow's Journal (Entry One)
#1 of Snow's Journal Entries
A little project of mine about a young,male Khajiit (Snow) who begins keeping a journal as he goes through a part of his life as an assassin,meeting the love of his life along the way,and eventually settling down with him. Hope you guys enjoy~ n . n
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 death in his travels, may this journal serve to inform the traveler who finds Khajiit's body of the life he led.
To begin, Khajiit would like to inform the reader of my name; Snow. Why is Khajiit named this? Simple: young Nord boy he once saved from a bear said that my fur looked just like the strange and cold flakes that descent from the heavens, coating the land. Khajiit was thanked by his father, even invited to rest there for the night. Khajiit gladly accepted; warm bed and delicious soup and bread. They were as kind as to give me more to keep for my travels; odd to see kindness like this blossoming even in the harsh times of war.
Khajiit was born in Cyrodiil. He called the province home until six years ago. Father was a merchant; Mother now rests in the life beyond. Khajiit left the province, trying to hone skills as an archer. In the respect of age, he is several years older than the typical Nord who has reached the age of manhood; twenty two human years, he believes. Young, yes, but Khajiit know much of how to kill and how to survive; though he kill only those who must perish. Khajiit respects the gift of life bestowed by the Gods; take it lightly, I do not.
This young Khajiit is restless; always on the move. At one point, he wishes to find a partner and settle somewhere with them; be it man or woman. Love is a treasure to the living; a gift of Mara.
(Note: Readiness for relationship shown by wearing Amulet of Mara; must find out where to purchase one!)
He remember seeing a handsome young Khajiit working with a Breton blacksmith in Dawnstar. If Astrid permits, Khajiit may be able to travel there at one point; questionable, but this Khajiit has hope.
Received new contract today. Deekus, one of the other assassins, delivered it. Last contract required Khajiit to be out for quite some time, and we are short handed around the sanctuary; should Snow expect more contracts to be delivered in this manner?
Khajiit will be killing a Nord woman by the name of Silya. Hmmm...the name sounds familiar, though Snow can not seem to recall where he has heard it. Regardless, he will make her death swift and painless. This should not take Khajiit all too long, for the target is located in Riverwood.
The inn here in Whiterun is rather cozy. Khajiit sits in a small chair, situated on an overhang on the left part of the inn; the door behind leads to the room, a rather large bed taking up most of the space.
It has been two weeks since Khajiit has been able to lay his head on a warm pillow and truly rest. Ahhh...the warmth and comfort of a bed has become foreign to me. Perhaps I will one day be able to share a bed with his Lover; a wonderful thought.
Now, Snow must rest; tomorrow will be a busy day.