Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150112130316/@comment-16552509-20150116075809

"What?! This is my home town! I've lived here my entire life!" La'ira hissed after she slit the throat of a snakeman, then ducked as another one tried to stab her and sliced him.

She glanced around desperately to find her mother, then spotted the silver-furred Khajiit fighting off a large number of Akaviri. She's outnumbered! La'ira hurried to her side, but she only made a few steps before a spear penetrated M'jura's chest, causing the half-Khajiit's legs to tremble weakly. Suddenly, time slowed down as her mother turned to face her, pain flooding her blue eyes.

Angrily, La'ira dashed towards the snakeman and stabbed his throat, blood spilling all over her face before she dropped down next to M'jura. "Mother!" she screamed at the Khajiit, who held the spear hissing in pain.

"Leave Falkreath," M'jura hastily ordered. "This town is done for... never... come back. Leave me..."

"No! I won't! You will live, and we'll go together!"

She grabbed La'ira's arm and glared at her crossly. "Don't be foolish... I won't make it out of here and you know it. Would you prefer to watch me suffer until my final breath passes?"

"No... I'd never want to watch you... or anyone... suffer..."

"Then go!"

La'ira couldn't take her mother's words anymore, and, with her eyes tearing up, she turned around and sat up.

"Never forget," M'jura told her, "I love you."

She could hear a weak final breath, and sobbed before running off to find Antoine. She wiped away her tears and looked him in the eye. "Alright. Let's go."