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kitty102293 · 7 years ago

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Kit'a along with her 4 sisters (Mari, Rabiza, Yamaea and Shuravi) were orphans living in Khenarthi's Roost. They worked in the moon sugar fields in exchange for food and a warm bed. It was a hard life but they had each other.

As a child she would see the Altmer visit the island and she would be in awe of their grace and beauty. Nothing was more enchanting than a high elf. She saw them in those pretty dresses and jewelry and wanted a lavish lifestyle for herself. She would practice being like them. Holding her head high and sauntering about. She would practice talking like an elf and keep herself very well groomed.

...But her sister Rabiza would remind her to be greatful for what she had. That she should be lucky she has somewhere dry to sleep and food in her belly. Kit'a wanted more than the life of a farmer.

One night, she snuck onto a ship sailing for Auridon. Determined to be like the elves. To be gorgeous and sophisticated. She would be like the elves.

When she finally arrived in Skywatch she nearly fainted. Everything she had heard about Auridon was True. It was beautiful! Tall majestic towers, glittering people. This is what she dreamed of...but she wasn't what they dreamed of when she arrived.

She soon discovered the cruel side of the Altmer. She was a second class citizen. A beast, they would call her. No one would hire her. She slept in the streets she begged for food but no one would hear the cries of a khajiiti child.

"Such fool this one-....I am to come here." She said to her Self defeated. As she cried to herself a old high elf was passing by complaining that her servants were useless.

She looked bitter and angry. She saw poor Kit'a crying in the dirt and glared.

"What are you crying for, furball?? We all got problems what makes you so special??" She snapped.

Kit'a, looking up at her with the most pitiful face whimpers "I thought I could be like the high elves and be pretty....but I was wrong I'll never be like you...only a beast"

" Of course you can't be like us! You think we got this way crying in the mud?! LOOK at you! filthy! Stand up straight when you address a Lady, you brat!" The old woman grabs Kit'a by the arms and drags her up.

"Where is your mother??"

"I don't have one, Milady"

"Hmmm...you talk decent for a cat...and I do need a new servant...never hire a wood elf for anything! COME! Let's go furball!" She shouted.

From then on Kit'a life had changed. She was trained to be a servant. She led a strict life of cleaning and cooking. She was taught to be proper and move with grace. She was refined. Any money she made went into buying dresses for herself. She wore her hair like the elves. She kept her fur shiny and soft. Whiter than clouds. She could read and speak properly. She was educated.

As years went by she grew into a beautiful young lady. Big eyes like a doll, shimmering dresses and fur so white she glowed. The old woman was proud. Tho she would never admit it, she grew close with Kit'a. Like a daughter...her "Furball".

But not all saw Kit'a the way the old woman did. Some were disgusted by it. And one...did something about it...

Kit'a had fallen inlove with a high elf. A gorgeous young scholar with skin like gold. With her new selfish confidence she confessed her love in a letter. The young man wrote that he loved her as well and to meet her on the beach at midnight so he could declare it in person.

That night went there and waited in her prettiest dress. She was dolled up and ready to be inlove...but he never came...she waited and waited...and just as she was leaving, broken hearted, she heard footsteps in the sand. Thinking it was him, she ran to noise.

"I knew you loved me!" She shouted.

It wasn't him...it wasn't an elf...it was...

A VAMPIRE!!!

DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNN!!!!

Scared for her life she turned tail and ran. It grabbed her and before she could scream, sunk it's fangs into her. She began to fade...her life force was draining...with all the she had left she scratched the vampires face.

He dropped her clutched his face. She scrambled to get to her feet and run. She ran until her legs ached her dress was torn and she was covered in blood. She ran to the closest building she could. A local tavern. She sprinted in panting and crying for help, so shaken she could barely make out the words. As she made her way to the bar she saw him. The young elf. What was he doing here? He doesn't know!

"My darling, I've been attacked!" She rushed into his arms only to be shoved away.

"What does this beast think it's doing?? Disgusting in hand me, you filth" he threw her to the ground. His friends around him laughed.

"What? You thought I would actually love you?? How could a altmer ever love an ugly little beast like you?"

Tears filled her eyes. In pain she lifted herself up and limped away. The walk back to her lady's house she cried...what a fool I was, she thought. Desperate to seek comfort, as she arrived she went into her room, took a bath and washed her wounds. She had slashes and cuts...and a bite on her shoulder That burned.

The next few nights she seemed to get weaker and weaker. After a week she couldn't get out of bed. The old woman tended to her.

"Making an old woman tend to you, you better heal faster, furball. This is no work for a lady!" She would shout.

Something in Kit'a was changing. She became pale and her eyes went from blue to pink...to red...when she looked in the mirror her her face blackened. She was horrified. She wasn't beautiful anymore. She was angry. Furious.

He did this. He did this to me. It's his FAULT!!

She left the manor that night in search of him. She wanted to confront him. She wanted to...she wanted to...!!

She found him in a countyard with a woman. Sitting close to each other. She felt betrayed and hurt. Walked up to him quickly ready for a screaming match.

The young man stood up as he saw her. He looked as though he was crying. His face was full of guilt.

"Kit'a? You're alright? I wanted to tell you that-"

Before he could say another word, Kit'a slapped him, hard. The woman behind him gasped. Kit'a had been wanting to do that. It felt good.

"YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU LEAD ME ON THE WAY YOU DID!! I'M NOT SOME WH-" She stopped.

When she slapped him, she also scratched his face. There was blood on her claws. Her eyes turned bright red and before anything else could happen she grabbed him and drained him. He tried to scream but choked on his own blood. In seconds he was dead. Kit'a stood over his body panting. Blood covering her face.

The woman began to scream yelling for help from the guards. Kit'a grabbed her and feed from her as well until she went limp in her arms. As the guards approached she stole the woman's robe and covered herself in it to hide the blood and ran.

With the guards far behind she made her way to a stream and attempted to wash away the blood. She was shaking. What did she just do?? She killed a elf!! Two elves!! She...fed on them...like a monster!

Like a beast....

She washed off what she could and began to wipe herself off with the robe. She noticed that it looked familiar. You lifted it up into the moonlight...

This is a priests robe....

" I... I killed a priest..."

He wasn't in the garden with a date...he was there to confess... He was trying to apologize...

She was scared... She was horrified.

All night she sat up thinking what to do. How to right this wrong. The only solution was to leave. She could never disgrace her Lady. Couldn't bare the shame it would bring if they ever found out. She left and joined a temple of Mara. There she could learn restoration. There she could control herself.

She took the lives of a remorseful man and an innocent priest. She dedicated her life to saving others as repentance....

Then she was sacrificed for Molag Bal and we all know the rest from there

THE END

What inspired Kit'a to become a healer or take an interest in restoration magic?

I can’t really answer that since Kit’a is not my character. Perhaps @kitty102293 would like to share the backstory of her lovely Khajiit healer? :)

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