Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150523213251/@comment-5583506-20150524001653

As Najiima slept she had strange dreams. She wondered if they were indeed her own.

In her dream she found herself behind the eyes of some innocent victim. She was lying on the ground and turned around in pain to face a vicious Khajiit standing over her. The character standing above her was surrounded by other Khajiit, just as cruel as this one.

"Painful, is it?!" scoffed the dark Khajiit woman standing above and drove a spear lightly into her neck.

Najiima squealed in pain.

"That's it. This one loves to hear those screams. Ain't that right, comrades?"

The other Khajiits laughed in agreement. But soon broke up as they seemed to spot someone in the distance.

"The guards!" hissed the Khajiit woman with the spear. "Dissappear!" she commanded her followers, before she bowed down to Najiima. "This one isn't done with you however", she whispered threatingly. "No one escapes a debt the Blod-Shot! You hear this one?! No one escapes her."

The dark Khajiit then disappeared. Above her roared an incoming storm as rain began to pour down upon her bruised face as she was lying in the mud. A couple of guards emerged from the distance with lanterns held high above her.

"Has the Blod-Shot killed yet another one?" asked one of them.

"No, this girl is still alive. Better bring her somewhere safe. She is bleeding rather badly."

In reality Najiima murmured and whined in her sleep, slightly kicking in the air to get rid off the nightmare she was experiencing.