Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-121.75.0.121-20140504042609

Za'ryia the Unseen leaned back on a chair in the corner, taking measured sips of skooma as she glanced around the room warily. Her fur was a light silver, the colour of moonlight shining throught the trees on a dark night. Black stripes laced down her fur, often covered by clothing but evident on her face, hands and tail. Two sets of earrings pierced both of her ears, and dark, silky hair sat evenly on her shoulders. She was relatively flat-chested, with a slim but curvy build and long, elegant legs like a dancer. Za'ryia wore Dragonscale Armor, each scale gleaming with an evil but beautiful light. Her helment was rested on a square table next to her, ready to be worn later if she wished. A long black cape was draped around her form, a strange but fitting addition, which gave her a mysterious aura. A peculiar Bone-Hawk Amulet was around her neck, but it somehow completed her appearance and gave her character.

Za'ryia's face was clean of war-paint and dirt, but a scar slashed arcoss her muzzle, seemingly granted by a bear or a saber-cat. Her mouth was tilted up into a mischievous smile as her ice-blue eyes darted around the room, lingering around the pockets of others which she expected held a plentiful amount of gold. Her left hand was curled around her skooma bottle, while the other fidgeted with a necklace she stole from Madesi a moment earlier. As her name suggested, she was skilled in the art of stealth and thievery.

The Khajiit glanced up from her skooma, her ears picking up Ja'aza's words. Za'ryia pocketed the necklace and took one last drought from the drink, tossing it on the floor without a care. She got to her feet, approaching Ja'aza with a smile. "Of course there is room here. No Khajiit shall be left out in the cold like a cub, for here is a place free of Nords and danger Skyrim holds." Za'ryia said, her long tail twitching behind her. Her eyes lingered around Ja'aza's pockets, as though weighing the odds of plentiful coin they might hold, but then return to Ja'aza's face. "I am Za'ryia the Unseen, bane of richmen and women alike. For this one is out to get their gold, and no matter the amount of guards, traps or defences, I will succeed." she added, holding out her hand for Ja'aza for her to shake.