A Visitor
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+A through F › Elder Scrolls - Oblivion
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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3,110
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A Visitor
In the city of Anvil the sun was setting. The fog was coming to settle around the cobblestone streets like usual. The sailors were getting ready to head to the Flowing Bowl tavern by the docks. An increase in Nord's have sent the once fishing-based economy into a bit of a boom. Not the right Nord for one Dunmer though.
Vivika was walking down the east side street, a bag full of apples and a loaf of bread under her arm. She was making an honest living in Anvil, she didn't want the locals to hate her. "Don't piss where you sleep" her Daddy use to say. She hadn't changed much in the past 4 months. Except for the hardened hatred in her heart. He was suppose to meet her in a month. And when she went to bail him from the jail cell, she had been informed he'd escaped. He used her. She hated all Nord's and this city was beginning to stink of them.
She came to her understated-mansion. It was once a glorious cornerstone in Anvil history. Passed threw the generations of the Noble family of Berniuos. Turns out the thing was haunted and needed to be 'cleansed'... what a rip off, she'd told herself.
She took out the large skeleton key that was on her belt and unlocked the large oak door. The manor was rather large, but rather empty. None of her valuables were stored here, She always thought it was a likely place for thieves to steal from, hell... If she was going to steal from a place, why not hit up the biggest house in town?
She passed by her large mirror that was hanging above the fireplace. Her long silver hair framed her shadowy blue face. She was darker then most elves, but lighter then most of her kind. Some people suspected she was a half-breed, those people didn't breathe for very long afterwards. She had eyes that were a deep red. Her clothing was of a high quality. Black embroidered corset that tied up over her rump. Silk pants that clung tightly to her thighs and accentuated her lovely butt. The corset had her D cup breasts peeking out the top. Her hair was up and showed off her neckline and pointed ears. A sight of beauty among any race, accept maybe the Orc's.
She set her groceries on the table by the fire where she liked to count her coins and write the total in her ledger. Nothing seemed out of place tonight. It just seemed like every other night. Lonely.
Or so she thought.
Vivika was walking down the east side street, a bag full of apples and a loaf of bread under her arm. She was making an honest living in Anvil, she didn't want the locals to hate her. "Don't piss where you sleep" her Daddy use to say. She hadn't changed much in the past 4 months. Except for the hardened hatred in her heart. He was suppose to meet her in a month. And when she went to bail him from the jail cell, she had been informed he'd escaped. He used her. She hated all Nord's and this city was beginning to stink of them.
She came to her understated-mansion. It was once a glorious cornerstone in Anvil history. Passed threw the generations of the Noble family of Berniuos. Turns out the thing was haunted and needed to be 'cleansed'... what a rip off, she'd told herself.
She took out the large skeleton key that was on her belt and unlocked the large oak door. The manor was rather large, but rather empty. None of her valuables were stored here, She always thought it was a likely place for thieves to steal from, hell... If she was going to steal from a place, why not hit up the biggest house in town?
She passed by her large mirror that was hanging above the fireplace. Her long silver hair framed her shadowy blue face. She was darker then most elves, but lighter then most of her kind. Some people suspected she was a half-breed, those people didn't breathe for very long afterwards. She had eyes that were a deep red. Her clothing was of a high quality. Black embroidered corset that tied up over her rump. Silk pants that clung tightly to her thighs and accentuated her lovely butt. The corset had her D cup breasts peeking out the top. Her hair was up and showed off her neckline and pointed ears. A sight of beauty among any race, accept maybe the Orc's.
She set her groceries on the table by the fire where she liked to count her coins and write the total in her ledger. Nothing seemed out of place tonight. It just seemed like every other night. Lonely.
Or so she thought.