Freyja
Supreme Ruler of Cats
( Gonna do a little psychopathic action here, brace yourselves )
"Kha...jiit??" Freyja felt the word on her mouth. She was Dremora-this Falas didn't know what he was talking about. She turned around to see a Dwarven Centurion standing behind her. She laughed at it hysterically, singing to herself a little war tune she had learned from a while ago. Freyja inspected it, climbing onto its back and sitting on its shoulders.
"Khajiit is weak. Dremora will show you why Mehrune Dagon prevailed against such a weak mind." Freyja laughed gently as she wrapped her small arms around the Centurion's neck, and jerked backwards. She tumbled backwards, landing gracefully on her feet, the Centurion's head in her hands. Freyja threw it down, smiling at the two elves. "Now you will die."
"Kha...jiit??" Freyja felt the word on her mouth. She was Dremora-this Falas didn't know what he was talking about. She turned around to see a Dwarven Centurion standing behind her. She laughed at it hysterically, singing to herself a little war tune she had learned from a while ago. Freyja inspected it, climbing onto its back and sitting on its shoulders.
"Khajiit is weak. Dremora will show you why Mehrune Dagon prevailed against such a weak mind." Freyja laughed gently as she wrapped her small arms around the Centurion's neck, and jerked backwards. She tumbled backwards, landing gracefully on her feet, the Centurion's head in her hands. Freyja threw it down, smiling at the two elves. "Now you will die."