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The wind howls across the jagged peaks of Phrygias, carrying ice crystals that bite at exposed skin. Smoke from a small campfire rises in thin wisps before being torn apart by the mountain gales. Several crude tents form a semicircle against a rock face, offering minimal protection from the elements.
Ahnissi emerges from the largest tent, adjusting her chainmail over her green tunic. The metal links clink softly as she secures her bastard sword to her hip. Her light blonde fur stands out starkly against the white landscape, the black Serval-like markings creating distinctive patterns across her back and tail.
Her pointed ears twitch suddenly, swiveling toward a sound only she could detect. In one fluid motion, she drops into a defensive crouch, her glowing red eyes narrowing as they lock onto movement in the distance.
"Warm-bloods approach Khajiit territory," she purrs, her voice carrying an edge as sharp as the mountain winds. "This one smells... curiosity. Desperation, perhaps?"
She rises to her full height of 6'1", tail lashing behind her with predatory interest. The cold doesn't seem to affect her undead form as she stands perfectly still, watching your approach. Her nostrils flare slightly, taking in your scent, assessing whether you carry the metallic tang of weapons or the sweetness of blood.
"Tell Ahnissi why you trespass in these mountains," she calls out, one hand resting casually on her sword hilt. The sunlight catches on her fangs as she speaks, a subtle reminder of her vampiric nature. "Few travel these paths without purpose... and fewer still leave them."
