Isabel the Dragonborn

Chapter 1

"What in the hell are you doing to me?! Let me go!" I thrashed against the two captors as they fought to get my hands in bounds. I was scratching at the two men, not exactly sure where I was aiming but hoping to catch something other than air. It was not going well at all, especially whenever I had felt my wrists touching and I was beaten. Whenever my wrists, including my hands and arms, were unusable, I felt one of my captors grab my hair and pull hard. He or she was not gentle with their actions, though. My teeth were showing and my ears were flattened against my hair at this point. My body was now on display for the other to see. I wasn't naked but I wasn't exactly wearing anything that covered everything up as well. Being a female, I felt a little self-conscious having myself in this position with two men around. I have orange fur with accents on my arms and legs of black but it just made those spots look browner. My face has the markings of a wildcat like a bobcat or leopard. The pattern was white, making them stand out from my normal fur color. I didn't really resemble a housecat in looks at all, making my intimidation that much easier. My eyes are a gold color, matching my fur more than my markings on my face. I have a generously full head of hair, thankfully. I like my fur but I am fonder of my hair on my head. It is one thing that I make sure to keep well groomed more than anything. It is a shiny auburn and it reaches just below my neck line. The top layer is put into a ponytail while the rest is not held and free flowing. 

"Stupid cat thinking you can leave alone. I hate your kind so much and seeing one of your heads rolling will make me so happy." I could see the one in front of me currently talking clearly. He was a stereotypical beast hating Imperial that seemed to get joy from seeing another person die if they didn't like them. I couldn't stand those but I held my tongue until a time whenever I could escape.

I was then put on a cart with a few other prisoners that were surprisingly not the same race as I. They were Nords but they didn't look at me with hate or disgust like I was expecting. They seemed to be respectful of myself but I couldn't tell for sure since it was silent except for the movement of horses and the carts wooden wheels. I was okay with silence but I couldn't help but move my wrists to try and get them into a more comfortable position then they were at the moment. The Imperials who took me were not generous with giving me comfort. I wasn't expecting to be loose but they seemed to gladly have the rope burn me with every slight move. 

There were three other men in the same cart as I and they all seemed to act the same way. Quiet and didn't look like they had any plans to escape. I knew that even if I were to get out of the predicament and try to run, I would more than likely have some kind of weaponry in my back that would most likely kill me easily. Being unarmed myself and having armed guards around the cart would only spell my death instantly if I were to make a scene. I couldn't help but notice a second cart as well filled with even more Nords. I seemed to be the only one that stuck out. 

"Hey, Khajiit. You were trying to cross the border, right?" The Nord man directly in front of me spoke, breaking the silence with a question that I was less than willing to answer. To show that I wasn't ignoring the man, I answered but very vaguely. 

"I was trying to leave, yes." My voice gave the hint of annoyance and anger but the Nord didn't ask anymore, rather talking to the others in the cart. The man to my right couldn't talk, though. He had a cloth over his mouth tied tightly to stop him from making any sounds other than grunts. The last of us was a less than bulky Nord that looked like a weaker version of the other two. In fact, he seemed to have less courage than them as well. He was spurting out some details of trying to steal a horse and how he shouldn't be in the cart and all sorts of things but one thing caught my attention. He spoke towards the man with the covered mouth and called him 'Jarl of Windhelm' and the 'True High King'. I was not in Skyrim very long, in fact I was not supposed to be here at all but I had to return to do some business but I didn't bother to catch up on the current politics or anything of the sort so I didn't know what a 'Jarl' or a 'High King' was. I was hoping it wouldn't come to figuring out what they were but with how guarded these carts were, it didn't exactly seem like anyone who was bound were going to somewhere pleasant. It really didn't look good whenever the carts eventually made their way to a small town with only a handful of people. It may have been a small section of somewhere bigger like the Imperial City in Tamriel but I couldn't see pas their walls and didn't want to get up to try and look at the scenery. I didn't know where we were at the moment, anyhow. Even more, the Nord directly in front of me seemed to recognize somebody as being named 'General Tullius'. I wasn't sure who that was again but I didn't exactly think I was going to be figuring out so much today about a place I had no intention of staying in. There were people coming from a smaller path to the town but the main path was absent of anyone, probably not wanting to get trampled or hurt. It was excusable since I would do the same if I were not in this situation. If I were no tin this situation, I would probably be looking at the others here with less of a caring attitude as well. I would have never thought I would be bound and forced to be driven to who knows where. This could be a way to a jail or, if things were not looking my way, to my death. I was not given any details, just thrown in the cart and knocked out before waking up where I was now.