Dark-Xeist

 Night was set upon Skyrim, casting the land in shadows. Stalhrim armor glinted dully in the moonlight, it seemed the blessing Mora’s black book paid off as the dark furred Khajiit stalked a large stag; she had been following this beast for many days now. Her footsteps were soft, no sound ever made despite the slightly rattle the armor clips would make on a regular basis. When the stag paused the Khajiit did so as well. She drew her bow back, a daedric arrow notched in, ready to be released. A deep breath was taken and the world seemed to fall in slow motion as she released the arrow. The beast fell to the ground in a heap seconds lat