A faint smile on a scarred face, barely able to veil the monster lurking in the deep wells of her eyes.
Deadly, cold. A hunter, always on the prowl.
Never relent. Never forget.
They stare at her in unease.
Recently rediscovered these old screenies of my Dovhakiin, Ninim. (Who’s named after my cat. Don’t judge me.) Who, of course, sports a bow and sneaks around a lot.
Skyrim was my first TES game (I said don’t judge me!) and I knew nary a thing about Tamriel and its workings. Rolling a Khajiit Dragonborn felt a bit weird later on, but I also enjoyed its peculiarity. I don’t know why, but in TES games I always feel the most comfortable playing one of the cat folk – even made me regret putting so much time and effort into my Altmer Dragonknight in TESO. I thought it would always be elves > rest for me, but I guess I was wrong.