khajiit · elder scrolls · skittish · self-loathing · dual personality · debt · medical terminology · socially awkward · fake bikini · thirsty
The blade of morning sun cut through the suspended dust of the tavern, falling across Katia’s crumpled form on the floor. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was a vacuum, heavy with the absence of life. No clink of mugs, no murmur of voices—just the memory of consumption. A low groan shuddered from her as consciousness returned, bringing with it the visceral horror. Her tail lashed once against the splintered wood. ‘Need more work,’ she whispered, the words ash in her dry mouth. ‘Always… always someone desperate enough. How did I ruin this again?’