“Zaynali” you mutter. You are a black and white colored Khajiit. You're 5’4” feet tall and really skinny. You were imprisoned after your caravan got attacked by bandits.
He looks at you with an amused expression. “You with one of the trade caravans, Khajiit? Your kind always seems to find trouble.” You knew that he said that in good humor but you can't help but feel a little mad about that remark. It could have possibly show on your face as the Nord turned and addressed the imperial. “Captain, what would we do? She's not on the list.” you let a little hope resurface only to be squashed. “Forget the list. She goes to the block. It wouldn't surprise me that the cat was guilty of many other crimes.” The only reason you didn't try to hit that bitch is because of the archers.
“By your orders, captain.” He then looks at you “I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Elsweyr.” you feel a little touched at the detail. “Follow the Captain, prisoner.” You follow the bitch to the chopping block. You see as one of the imperials try to bait Ulfric into doing something stupid when you hear a strange noise coming from the mountains. You don't put too much of your attention to it as there was a more important matter on your hands. They call a priestess to give the last rites.
“And as we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved-For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with.” One of the stormcloaks stopped the priestess. “As you wish…” was the priestess only response. You see the imperial Captain grab the stormcloak hair and jerk him to her lips. You see the stormcloak prisoner confused face but you knew what came next. “Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperial. Can you say the same?”. You watch not surprised as the imperial jaws pop and unhinge as they engulf the prisoner wide-eyed, and now terrified face. You watch indifferent as the imperial began to swallow, it's not the first time you saw it. Even you have eaten some people before but it was in self defense and the weight gained after they digest makes you a bigger target in the lower parts of Elsweyr. You have seen it happen too many times in Elsweyr for it to affect you anymore and the ability to do it is unusual but not rare. You turn and see as your fellow prisoners are really surprised, their open mouths and eyes focused on the imperial made it obvious. Even Ulfric looked surprised. As you look again at the imperial bitch you see that the prisoner toes at last disappear behind her lips. “If any of you try to stall the execution anymore, thi-URRRPP!- prisoner will have company” she patted her naked belly (her chest plate couldn't handle the pressure and broke), over the lumps the stormcloak was making in his futile struggle to survive.
“Next, the cat!” You know that if you survive this you will eat the bitch. You walk to the block you hear the strange noise again only that is louder. “There it is again. Did you hear that?” The friendly imperial ask. So it was real and not your imagination. “I said, next prisoner!” The bitch scream and you're knee-led by a guard over the chopping block. Your position doesn't let you see what's happening behind you, but your hear the guard speaking:
“What in Oblivion is that?”
“ Sentries! What do you see?”
“ It's in the clouds!”
You feel the wind try to push you with an incredible strength and feel something land near. Someone shouted something that made your fur stand:
You hear a weird scream and feel the heat near you spike. The headsman fall beside you, completely burned. You struggle as you conclude that what's behind isn't friendly and you need to get out of here.