[[This turned out to be more fun than I thought it was. Got a bit lazy on the coloring of this one, but I have chores to do! Out of questions, too. ]]
Ceirc’eth: I am quite content with being a Khajiit. 
His strong nose had led him to a plain not too far away, where a small herd of spotted deer had gathered to feed graciously. Ceirc’eth smirked to himself, forcing himself to keep quiet as he wanted to let out a dark chuckle. He hadn’t had any fresh meat for a while and he could feel his mouth water at the thought. Soft, tender and rare meat was a rare treat – once he appreciated once in a while. He had grown tired of vegetable soup, dry beans and bird eggs. 
 
He equipped his bow, deciding to go with some easy iron arrows – no need to waste good weaponry on such a weak prey. He kneeled to the ground, one foot parallel while the other shifted into 90 degrees. Shoulders tensed and with clamp fingers he pulled the string back, being careful to keep his left arm straight with a slight bend. And then he let go.
 
“Swoosh” It hit, bullseye. Refusing to move for another minute, Ceirc’eth held his breath as he watched the herd look around in confusion before breaking into mass panic. He had no need to fell another, as one was more than enough to feed him for several days. Besides, he had learned to not take more than what he needed from nature – he had a deep respect for the Earth. How it could in one moment, be a ruthless and never-ending nightmare to a summers dream with a fully blue sky and a slight breathe of wind. He padded forwards, keeping his ears open just in case of danger. The scent of blood was strong in the air and it only increased in strength the closer he got to his prey. A small smirk gained it’s way to his lips and he crouched down, tail twitching in glee.
 ”Nom. Dinner.” 
[[ Ceirc’eth in his earlier years, barely out of cubhood. He was very arrogant, such as most males and thought he could take on anyone. That’s how he earned his first scar on his ear in a near death experience, mildly said - he was enraged and improved drastically, to have revenge. He later learned that even though he felt relief, he also felt a sort of pity/sadness for his victim and learned from it. It’s better to forgive than to blindly follow a road of revenge and madness. ]]
[[He is a bit of a sexist, sometimes.]]
Ceirc’eth laid still on a large and grassy plain, basking in the sun much like a feline. This place was deserted and he had not met any live creature, aside from a few wolves he had defended himself from. “Foolish, illiterate creatures” he mumbled, idly to himself. He was at Black River, close to Eastmarch and almost to his goal. He wished to settle down around Riften, as his race was not allowed in the city. Though, he would have to find a way inside to sell the common and rare valuables he had picked up on his travels, to earn a little cash. Surely, he would find a way to cover himself and sneak in - he was a thief after all, and he fancied himself a good thief. 
 
His tail twitched and a chill went up his spine, the weather was turning colder. He longed for the warmth of home, but there was no work to be found there - he had to look elsewhere. Ceirc’eth was getting low on both arrows and potions, and his loyal daggers needed to be sharpened. Sharp stones would only last him so long and he felt they deserved proper care, after all the help they’ve been. He was anxious, about the future and what it would bring – but he was not one to worry too much about the future, right now his stomach was rumbling and he was out of food. Time to go hunting, once again.  
 
Ceirc’eth:
That fool cannot follow me, not over this wall - anyway!  


[[Good practice for drawing bodies, woh! I just realized I forgot to add like… speed-stripes to make it seem like he’s in motion? Oh well. ]] 
[[Didn’t really have much time before classes today! His scars are a sore topic for Ceirc’eth, maybe when you know him better he will reveal his history!]]
[[Really trying to get him into character here, how fun!]]
[[Welcome to ask anything. Will reply with pictures!]]