"Darkness. It shrouds those born into it, it gives meaning to their existence. I was born into this darkness that envelops my soul and my long dead heart. What else is there to say upon the matter, other than that the rest of the world sees me as an ancient threat, a slumbering bloodthirsty monster that only knows hunger?

Yet, instead of simply asking me of who I am, mortals simply attack me because of what I am. I mean them no harm, unless they are the scum of Nirn; bandits, lowlifes and those with corruption and greed within their hearts.

I am Werecat. Once one of the Beast Blood, I now walk this earth with no heart beating within my chest, with cold hands that can no longer feel the warmth of a lovers bossom and a despicable gnawing hunger that can never be sated. I am one who has endured through time, perhaps waiting for my own reckoning or for the end of the world."

The large hulking white Khajiit hopped down from the bookshelf with a heavy thud, his rugged heavy armor and large ebony waraxe clanking gently from the impact of his feet and the ground. Standing upright, he tossed his snow white long dreadlocks over his shoulders before setting his glowing yellow gaze upon her. He waved a hand dismissively, as if to swat at a fly, and the three male Khajiit thralls each sheathed their weapons to return to their duties around the Smuggler's Den.

"Now child, who are you and why have you come here to this...Den of mine?" the burly armored Khajiit vampire asked, folding his arms over his chest. "You have quite the confident air about you, lass...and the familiar scent of the sands of Elsweyr."

"That is because I have traveled here from the khaj of Senchal, wise one," Vriinja said as she bowed her head respectfully. She smirked softly as she turned her silver gaze back up to meet the vampire's glowing and rather hungry looking stare. "I believe you already know me, Werecat."

The ancient Khajiit's ears pricked forward and he gazed at her a little more intently this time, scrutinizing her carefully, "Do I?" His tail gently swayed behind him as he looked her up and down; her armor was...pristine, yet it was unlike any armor he had seen in over a millennia...then his gaze fell upon the sheathed sword hanging at her left hip, and his glowing eyes widened in surprise, "Magrus' Champion!" His arms unfolded and he clapped his hands together once as he peered at Vriinja with utmost interest, "Color me surprised, child! I had never expected to again see a face I had met centuries before! This...is this truly fate at work?"

The three burly male Khajiit thralls all peered curiously at her, with one of them having taken quite the fancy in her as he gave her a sultry smirk when she glanced towards him.

She turned her silver eyes back at the ancient vampire, tail swishing behind her while smiling up respectfully at Werecat, "Vaba...perhaps. But, I am no undead like you. I was...flung here through the centuries unwillingly by that renrij of my crazed youngest Ji of mine." She folded her arms over her chestplate, leaning to one side to rest her weight on her left leg as she regarded the ancient Khajiit once more, "Somehow, he got his hands on an Elder Scroll...and now I am here."

He scratched his chin as he listened intenly, his tail swishing back and forth behind him in his notable interest, "Ahh, I see! The one I overheard the snake talking about when I wandered into his palace." He paused for a few moments, still rubbing his chin as he gazed upon the Dragonguard. He smirked softly and chuckled, "And here you are, still yet the last remaining Dragonguard in all of Tamriel. But! I know you have not come to me for idle chatter." He glanced to his left at the Khajiit sat upon one of the benches near the mouth of the cave, "Do'jandru...go and scout the area, make sure those guards to the north are not planning anything against us. Wouldn't want them to interrupt this meeting and disrupt our operation here."

The burly male Khajiit stood to his feet, shifting the stalhrim greatsword in its sheath upon his back and straightened his armor, "Aye, master. It will be done."

Vriinja eyed the male Khajiit as he strode passed her from behind and made his way up over the small hill beyond the horse and carriage. Her ears swiveled back slightly; even though the thrall still had that sultry personality of his...Werecat had him and the other two male Khajiit completely under control. And these three males were all very strong warriors...perhaps even far stronger than her. She knew from the moment she came across the encampment and laid eyes upon the three thralls that she was no match for even one of them.

She glanced sideways at the vampire, "He has quite the personality on him."

Werecat chuckled softly as he stepped forward and sat himself down at the table just at the edge of the shadow cast by the mouth of the cliff cave above. He weaved his fingers together and gazed up at Vriinja once more, eyes now regarding her not as prey...but as welcomed company. "He was no match for my spell, however. Neither were these two. But, I've whipped them all into shape; not even an army of those blasted elves who call themselves Thalmor can stand against these three."
He drew a deep breath and indicated for her to seat herself down at the table as well, "Now. What is this matter that you wish to discuss with me?"

Vriinja adjusted the skirt of her armor so that she could seat herself comfortably in the heavy armor. She rest her arms on the table and weaved her fingers together as she locked gazes with the ancient Khajiit vampire, "I am on a mission. The Dragonborn himself has asked that I track down any vampire I can to interrogate them about a...certain vampire."

His brow ridge raised in curiosity, "Hooo? The Dragonborn, you say? I've heard stories about that lizard...Ahkari has spoken highly of him. But...why do you need to know about a certain vampire?"
Vriinja's brows furrowed forward as her expression grew stern, "I'm sure you've already heard...the Emperor has been assassinated." The vampire's ears twitched slightly at that, but he seemed utterly unfazed, "And I know for a fact that the one that killed him was a vampire...a Khajiit vampire, of the Dark Brotherhood."

Werecat's ears pricked forward again and he gave her a curious look, "Oh? Another Khajiit vampire you say? Well then, now I know why you expect me to know who it is."

She nodded her head and leaned forward slightly, "And I want you to help me find her. The last I saw of her was when she jumped into the harbor at the Solitude docks. As one of the oldest vampire's in this land, you are likely to know many of the more prominent vampire's that have settled in these lands."

The ancient Khajiit chuckled softly as he gave her an amused and smug look, "What do I get out of it? And what makes you think I know where this assassin is?"

"For the very reason that a Jo redguard named Falion pointed me to you."

His ears pressed flat against his skull and he grimaced in displeasure, "That bloody wizard can never keep his mouth shut, can he?" Werecat closed his eyes and grumbled softly, "Very well. I don't know where this assassin is...but tracking a kindred spirit shouldn't be so difficult."

He opened his eyes, and Vriinja saw an intensity in that glowing stare that sent a shiver down her spine; may have welcomed her as company, but she could clearly tell that he saw her as nothing more than prey, as cattle. "But...what am I to get out of this, child? I doubt you are in favor with the whelp Balgruuf, as I would love for his guards to cease their meaningless plots against me."

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