Wolfox

As you walk through the street of the Imperial City, you notice a Wood Elf running from alley to alley as if looking for something, or trying not to be found. When she reaches you she starts to ask something; "I know this is a strange request, but could you perhaps act like we've been friends for a long time? I'll tell you everything you need to know later if you do this for me right now." You don't know why, but you help the woman. As guards walk by they ask around. You say you haven't heard of anything and they walk past. "So, your Turn. Let's start simple, what's your name and where are you from?" you ask. "Simple? you wish. But because you asked. My name is Wynnter. I'm an Ex-Slave who fled from my homeland of Vvardenfell. Why am I on the run you ask? Well, I killed my old Master and his friends, or, I kinda did. See, here's the story. I grew up as a Slave. never really knew much else. I was basically the Pet Bosmer of a Dunmer boy, he wasn't much older than I was. He started quite nice, a simple request for playing with him and bringing him his food. But the older he got the worse he got. Around his early teens, he brought over five friends of his. Four of them other Dunmer boys, one of them an Aldmer girl.  She would often get picked on a little, but more on that later. So until that day I was just known as "Lowly Bosmer Slave Bitch" or something, but that day that changed. They were hanging out in his room when the Aldmeri Girl asked what my name was. My Master said I didn't have one, which she did not like hearing. "Well, everyone should have a name. Hmmm. Wynnter, that sounds good for her. Do you like it?" She asked me. I didn't know what to say. I loved this girl already, she actually cared about me, and thus I accepted it as my name. My Master would never call me this, but she would. A few years later, as they were in their mid to late teens, they hung out in his room again. They were talking about the birds and bees, and "jokingly" said that the Aldmer girl would have to lose her maiden status to all of them. She reacted shocked and angry, accidentally blurting out she prefers other girls over men. This did not help her in any way. This is when I learned that the only reason that the Aldmeri girl even hung out with My Master being that she was paid to by his father. See, her family was barely able to survive, so when this offer came they couldn't refuse. It made me realize why she was so nice to me, she was just like me in a way. But, back to the story. After she accidentally came out in front of her "friends", my Master ordered us to kiss. I refused at first, not wanting to assault the girl at all. But when I did, he struck me. You can still see the scar on my upper left arm. So, not wanting to be hit any more than I just got, I went for it. Surprisingly, she didn't struggle. I realized later that that was because she had had a crush on me, whoops. When we were done they could be heard whistling, almost as if telling us to keep going. Skip ahead a few years, and I had gotten word that the Girl's family had to leave. I was sad to hear this, but later I heard I would be getting a "co-worker". I was not too surprised but was curious as to who it would be. Then I learned, it was the Aldmeri girl, whose name I finally learned to be Vanille. I was shaken, many emotions sprang up in me, but mostly anger. How could that wretched asshole do such a thing? She had taken his shit for years because his father paid her parents, and now he just decides to literally own her? This is when I started thinking about doing it, ending him, his friends and his parents. But I didn't do it yet. No, as angry as I was, it was nice to have friendly company. It was now when I learned she had had a crush on me for years, and how she made the offer to be his slave and work with me for enough money so her parents could build a good life somewhere else. Then, when our Master reached the age of 20, all went to Oblivion, and hard. He and his friend were drunk of their asses, and I and Vanille were taking care of them. And that's where it went wrong. Drunk as they were they had been groping us, but then they went a step too far. I'll spare you the details because you will want to dive into the river around town and stay at the bottom for a year to clean yourself from it. That night I decided it. They were going to die. One way or another, I would see them dead and dance on their grave. I talked it over with Vanille, and we prepared the Black Sacrament. When the agent of the Dark Brotherhood arrived for our Contract I gave them the details; our soon to be Ex-Master would be the last to die, by my hands, and after seeing all of his friends and family die. As payment, they could take all the riches his family had. The Contract was accepted and the Dark Brotherhood was unleashed upon them. Two days later, it started. All his friends were there, one by one getting killed right before our Ex Masters eyes before it was his turn, and I rammed an axe right through his neck. I thanked the Brotherhood, helped myself to some clothes for both myself and Vanille and we decided to leave for Cyrodiil, to start a new life together. Hmm? If I'm a Lesbian? Depends. I love Vanille because she was the first person I remember to show me love. But after what happened that night, I knew I'd never let a man touch me in those spots again... So while not in the traditional sense, I guess I am. And why I'm running here? Well, there's been rumors of a Bosmer thief roaming around the city, and considering I'm a Bosmer who just moved here, I'm kinda suspicious. Thanks for your help with the guards earlier, perhaps I'll see you later." She said as she walked off into the city streets. You're not sure what to think about her, but she doesn't seem like a bad person.