The air was cold and chilly, cloudy skies hanging above the land but this was normal for Skyrim. Still, a lone Khajiit walked along, wearing Elven armor, along the grassy lands near he kingdom of Whiterun. The khajiit was female, with oddly white fluffy fur and black tiger stripes. She was a tall figure, around 6'0 or so, but lean and almost elagant build like most of her kind. Her name was Kyra, and here she was in the land of Skyrim. After leaving her solitude up in the mountains, she found herself thrown into a completely different world then what she was used to.
After all, she had only seen a city in books, but at the sight of this one in front of her.. she could never believe such a big place made of stone existed. Plus, she had seen so many furless creatures, most seemed to be Nords. At least those she recongized, though it was harder if they were another different furless race. Some of the pointy ears, ahe guessed elves, were quite scary looking. Creatures that looked sort of like dear assisted in the farmers activities and she wondered how such creatures came to assist people other than to be eaten.
Kyra honestly wasn't sure what to do though. She had fled here from her attackers and now she was alone in a world she had no idea of. Although she was highly curious of any different race she met, most seem to sneer at her and shoo her away like they would a common stray cat. The guards of Whiterun wouldn't even let her inside. Her tail flicked softly as she walked along the stream, pondering what she should do.