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The following is an extract from Tails of the Khajiit magazine. Images were not present in the original magazine.

FORUM - The Nord and the Khajiit

I am a proud Nord of Skyrim and have never had much use for Khajiits. I always felt they were nothing but a bunch of lowlife theives, and those trading caravans were just a way of selling their illegal wares. But some months ago I learned differently.

I found myself trekking through a mountainous path a bit west of Windhelm when I was attacked by a Frost Troll. I am no milk drinker, but this thing was huge and fierce! The battle was long and I was beginning to tire, but the troll was relentless. I found myself up above some old dwarven ruins when the beast rushed me and I had just enough time to raise my sword in a last-ditch effort to avoid the collision. My sword pierced clean through the massive body but the force knocked me and it over a precipice and the last thing I felt was cold rushing air around me as I knew my life was over.

Yet I awoke not to find myself in Sovengarde, but instead inside a dark tent with only a flickering candle for illumination. It took no time to recognize that I was suffering from multiple wounds when I tried to move. I lay back down and waited for the pain to leave my head. How I survived the fall I could only guess, but my wounds didn't seem too bad. Those that had not been bandaged however showed they had healed somewhat, which made me realize that I must have been under someone's care for quite a while.

When I'd recovered my wits, I looked around the interior. Outside the wind was howling and it was obvious that I was still in the wilds, but the tent was quite sturdy and well insulated. There was an odd scent within, one I couldn't quite place. It wasn't offensive, just... unusual. However, as time wore on I realized how hungry I was. I could find no food within my reach, though I did find a skin with plenty of water nearby. I drank from it gratefully and dozed off again.

When I next awoke, I was not alone.

The sounds she uttered were completely foreign to me, and though she wore no clothing at all, she wore a crude belt at her waist and a sort of bandolier across her chest with various small tools within. These, I noticed, were no rough-hewn implements she had made herself, but finely worked items which showed she was at least somewhat civilized.

The tent we were in was so thickly covered that only the barest sliver of light showed through the flap that indicated that it was day outside, but the constant wind noise made it clear that a snowstorm was ongoing. Yet inside it seemed that our body heat was enough to keep it comfortable, and I soon appreciated the craftsmanship of this small but efficient shelter she had created. Soon, however, the water I had drunk asserted itself again and I looked around for something to use. I was all but naked and I saw none of my armor in the tent, should I even be capable of rising to go outside.

She didn't seem to understand, so I explained in the most obvious way possible with a bit of a demonstration. To that she laughed and produced a small pot. In a rather futile display of modesty, I did my business turned away from her in the cramped space, though the tinkling of my urine seemed obscenely loud. When I was finished, I crawled back under the blanket. The Khajiit pulled a sort of loose fur cloak over herself and dutifully took the pot and went outside to dispose of it. As the blast from outside hit me, I was certainly grateful for the insulation provided by the blanket and once again was impressed by the thermal efficiency of this place.

When she returned and closed the flap, the heat loss inside was obvious and it would take some time to get back to tolerable levels, so I did not protest when she removed her equipment and snuggled up next to me. To say I appreciated her warmth would be an understatement. It was the first time I'd been this close to a Khajiit, but I put my arms around her and we huddled together under the blanket till our breath stopped creating frost-smoke in the tent. I recognized on her that strange but pleasant scent I have smelled before, and don't mind admitting that I became aroused. She could not have missed that for she took me in her warm hands and adjusted me so that my erection stopped poking her. She then returned my embrace and we held each other for some time till the heat returned.

Her body was small but lithe, breasts quite adequate for her frame but muscled and tight against her chest. The fur on her chest and belly itself was quite short and was much lighter than that covering the rest of her. When she pressed herself against me, the points of her nipples were quite evident. Of other, more intimate details I have little to add. Between her legs the lighter fur continued unabated. I confess to having spied that area when she would prepare food or drink for me, but it was - at least to my eyes - not unattractive and quite similar to the Nord standard in that respect, though smaller due to her overall stature as would be expected.

I am not good at languages, I'm afraid. I'm sure she tried to tell me her name, but I just couldn't make out where one word stopped and the next one started. But she fed me some dried meat of a sort I didn't recognize and we

remained in that tent for a couple of days as the weather outside continued with only occasional breaks. I'm afraid I embarassed myself on one occasion when I made what must have seemed like some very crude advances on her, but she rebuffed me gently enough yet made it clear that no such activities were going to happen. Still, the feel of her against my body and that natural scent were almost intoxicating and I could not help my body's reaction which she didn't seem to mind even if she would not join me for any more intimate activities.

On the third day, however, I awoke to silence outside and a noticable lack of Khajiit in the tent. By the entrance to the tent lay my equipment, and I'd healed enough to put them on and step outside. The snow lay thick around the tent, and for the first time I realized that it was positioned near the ruins where I had fallen. I also saw that the tent itself had been made partially from the pelt of the troll which had been expertly skinned. It was no stretch of the imagination to figure out where the meat I had eaten had come from either. I then noticed for the first time that all her equipment was gone from inside and outside the tent, and I realized with some sadness that she had gone.

I called for her again, with more urgency and I saw her silhouetted against the sky for just a moment high above me. I waved and she waved back, not knowing what else to say or do. It almost appeared she blew me a kiss, but from that distance, it may have been my imagination. When finally I had managed to get up to where she had been, I found no trace of her. No tracks at all marked her presence. I've long wondered what happened to her. Yet I never saw or heard from her again.

Since that encounter, I've always treated Khajiits with a heightened sense of respect. I've since learned to speak, though poorly I'm sure, in their native tongue and go out of my way to speak to any I meet. Sometimes, if I'm in that area, I'll inquire of any that might live out in the wilds, but if I'm asking the question correctly, none have known of her. I know I owe her my life which I will never be able to repay, but instead I do try and speak up for the Khajiit race among my fellow Nords. Skyrim is a vast and fertile land. There is room for all of us here.

*From the Tails of the Khajiit editors:

The preceeding was an excerpt from the Tails of the Khajiit magazine FORUM section. It was submitted anonymously and published in the Udaran - Special Edition. It has since come to light that the two parties involved have, in fact, met - and indeed married - due to the publication of this story. They have requested continued anonymity but they now live peacefully on a remote homestead relatively near Whiterun.