A Time Before, Younger Bhidul

((NSFW, You know what's in store...))

Age 18... Bottoms up!:

Bhidul walked to a small tavern on Mistral. A friend of his beckoned him to come toward him. He looked at Bhi with a grin... "Find yourself a lover yet, Bhidul?" The friend smiled, a bosmer. Bhidul laughed, "This one... has not... yet..." The bosmer handed him a mug, "Bottoms up, my cat friend!" Bhidul stared at him for a moment, "How will this find him a lover?" Thes bosmer grinned, "It always works... Just drink it... it's sujamma, a dunmeri drink that'll make you become -quite- strong." Bhidul nodded, downing the drink, he gripped his head, "Dark moons... This is strong, yet tasty..." After passing another mug, his tolerance lowered ever so slightly. After about ten minutes of drinking he stumbled drunkly to his bosmer friend, "Hey... This one knows you!" The bosmer grabbed him and turned him to face a quite attractive and young khajiit woman, "Go get 'er, Bhi!" He pushed Bhidul, making him stumble to the woman, who was peacefully sitting next to the cooking flames, sipping her own drink. "Greetings there!" Bhidul's ears flared pink, "Care for a... a lover?" The woman looked at him with a grin, "Oh, yess..." Bhidul never remember the rest, everything went... fuzzy... As he woke up, he found himself in a Khajiiti household, laying down in a bed, only inside his undergarments. He stretched himself as he sat up finding the woman he barely knew laying next to him. He knew what happened... He shot up out of bed, thumping on the floor, "Wait... what are you doing here?!" Bhidul's ears went insanely red. The young khajiit gave him a devilish grin before she got up to chase Bhidul out of the house giggling. Bhidul then ran into the streets, half-naked, given looks of shock. He ran into his uncle's home, dressing himself in some clothes quickly. "Where were you last night?" asked his uncle, Dar'Noch. Bhidul whimpered for a moment before he studdered, "O-oh, h-hello, uncle..." He had a lot of explaining to do.

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Age 20... Twisted Cat:

Bhidul sipped from his mug of water after a long day of training with his uncle. The disciplinary scars were visible on his fur, the training he underwent was not the easiest. He slipped on his normal clothes and began a walk into Mistral. He approached a beggar woman on the road, asking for a simple coin. Bhidul, feeling some bit of pity for the beggar gave her a gold coin. The generic look of thanks spread upon her face. She tossed him a black vial to Bhidul with a smirk. Bhidul caught it, staring at the odd thing. Bhidul shrugged and went his way, slipping the vial in his pocket. As he continued strolling, a guard tackled him to the dirt, pulling a dagger to his throat, "Skooma dealer! Take him to the cells!" He forced Bhi on his feet, taking all the possession from him and shackling him at the spot. Soon he found himself inside the prison cells, where his uncle walked to the bars, staring at Bhidul with his arms crossed, "Again... why must you be the troublemaking kind, Bhidul?" he gestured to the guard to take a bag of bailing gold. Bhidul was released, grabbing his uncle's shoulders, "It is a misunderstanding! This one was given it! By a dirty old beggar woman, you have to believe this o-" His uncle slapped him in the face, "Let go of me... Bhidul, I care not of what you have to say, we are going back home... one hour of training, and three strikes from the rod as punishment..." Bhi widened his eyes, "That is unfair! This one did not do anything wrong!" The angry uncle grabbed Bhidul by the wrist as if he were a child, marching him to their house courtyard and shoving him into the ground, "Pushups, situps, jumpingjacks, lifting..." Bhidul got up, "But what about brother, old man? What about him, what about the sisters?!" He was smacked again, "Do what I ordered... now!" Bhidul rubbed his face, getting to his training. After his time was over with, he crawled inside, putting on some cleaner clothes. He was nagged at yet again, "That showed you the lesson not at all... to your sleeping quarters... resting shall be early for you..." Bhidul growled and walked to his hammock, slumping in it before he shut his eyes and drifted into a rest. He dreamed for most of the time, which seemed almost to go by in seconds as he awoke to the sun in his eyes, and his uncle scowling at him in the doorway. "I do not know what to do with you, Bhidul. Your sisters are off learning the arcane arts now, your brother is traveling eastward, and you are still deciding what to do with your life?" Bhidul sighed, grabbing his things, "This one is going off the island to Elsweyr, he will find something to do there..." he shoved his uncle out of the way as he threw his belongings in a leather pack. His uncle grabbed him by the shoulder and embraced him, "Good luck..." he pat him and sent him out of the house. Bhidul was shocked, as his uncle was never so different that way. Bhidul freely ran through the streets of Mistral, shoving the citizens out of his way as he bolted to the docks. He looked at a large sailship, walking up the board to face the Altmer captain of the ship after he asked several sailors, "Sir? Would you mind telling this one where this ship sails for?" The old-looking Altmer laughed, "Valenwood, of course! I'm transporting goods there, do you need a lift?" Bhidul nodded, "Why... er thank you! This one would appreciate it... do you require payment?" The Captain grinned, "Just help out as if you were a shipmate. That shall be your payment, we leave at sunset..." Bhidul smiled, putting his pack below deck... One of the sailors shoved him, a quite large Dunmer, "Oi! What are you doin' down here?" Bhidul looked at the mer, "This one was given the chance to ride to Valenwood by your captain... why?" The Dunmer laughed, "Well... you need to pay anther fee..." he cracked his knuckles, glaring at Bhidul. Bhidul dropped his pack, "Very well..." his claws retracted, going into a Goutfang (Khajiiti martial art) stance, in which he learned when his uncle took him in. The Dunmer made a mindless swing at Bhidul and was only given a dodge and a chuckle. Bhi swooped around the Dunmer, clawing his back and kicking his against the wall, holding him in a headlock, "Now... is this able to be considered payment..?" he smiled tauntingly. The Dunmer flailed in his grip. He choked out, "Let go... of me you dirty cat!" Bhidul shouted, "Then piss off! Scream for mercy!" The Dunmer screeched, "Okay! Okay! I submit! I submit!" Bhidul shoved the mer onto the floor. Bhi walked back onto deck, helping out until the sun began to fall and the two moons lit the land and the ship left the ports to Valenwood, in which he arrived in a few weeks time. Bhidul was off to a new start. He looked at a band of Bosmer and Khajiit, all wearing the same uniform. Bhidul approached them with a little smile, "What is with the little group and outfits?" A Bosmer stepped out, "Ah... I see you are new... coming off that ship. You found yourself the finest crew of privateers in Valenwood, my cat friend!" Bhidul scratched his still-growing mane, "This one will join... if that is okay with... whoever is in charge." The elf clapped his hands together, "Excellent! Follow the other shipmates and we'll sign you up straight away!" Bhidul then found himself a crew member of the privateers not even a week later, sailing the sea and poking around with other ships... which made him wonder whether these were privateers or pirates, either way, he didn't mind too much.