Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-5583506-20191126024630

Do'shanji stood before her, tall and imposing, with a frown of disdain on his face, almost as if he scorned the very environment surrounding him.

"So you come to this one to begin your training, no?" he said as he eyed the small Khajiit girl.

Kashya merely gave him a short nod, afraid to meet his intimidating gaze. His eyes were like molten gold, and if you stared for too long, you might just get burned.

"Hmph", he grunted. "Skinny and scrawny. Won't do. Not at all. Is this what they are sending Do'shanji these days? Half portions who would even lose a fight against a street rat?"

Kashya didn't like it when adults where shouting, especially not at her, but then again her father was dead. Murdered by her hands. This man was his replacement it would seem.

"Well?!" he growled and took a step towards her, causing her to stumble backwards in a fit of fright, landing on her behind. "Absolutely pathetic. What did Celtian even bother for? Wasting this one's precious time training students with no desire to train."

"Th-this one..."

"What's that?" he interrupted her sternly.

Kashya swallowed hard. "This one wishes to be trained."

"No, you don't", Do'shanji rebutted with a snort. "If you truly did, you would have stood your ground as this one approached, not flee for your life and snivel like a little pissant."

The girl did her best to hold back her tears. Had she just traded one hell for another? At this point she just wished to go to sleep and never wake up, or better yet; that Kiro would come barging in with his wooden sword and save her from this mean old graycat.

She defiantly stood up on her shaky legs and quickly wiped her watering eyes as she stood before him. It seemed to garner some sort of respect, as she could see reflected in the expression of his face.

"Good", he said. "If words are enough to bring you to your knees, then this one fears what a simple punch could do. Are you ready to begin your first day of training then?"

She gave him a determined nod and he nodded back. Before she even had a chance to contemplate on what would happen next, the old cat had spun around and sent her flying by delivering a hard whack to the side of her face with one stretched out hand. She tumbled around on the ground in the cavern, hearing the echoes of her own body as it collapsed in a heap. Her entire head was ringing and her cheek ached. Something wet and warm came out of her muzzle.

Nosebleed...

Then the pain came to her and she started to snivel while desperately tried to wipe away the blood and the tears on the sleeve of the apprentice robe she had been given.

Do'shanji just stood before her unmoved by her mannerisms. "Tomorrow you will dodge that blow. If you can't, then this will be the extent of the training you receive from this one. Understood?"

Kashya just shook her head, although she meant to nod as a sign that she had heard him correctly. Maybe her subconsciousness had made itself present and just wanted to be out of there for good. Do'shanji seemed to know what she meant though.

"Good", he growled. "Now enough bawling. Stand up. We are going again."

"This one can't!" she blubbered still in a state of shock and pain. Her own body wouldn't even follow her own commands. It was as if her brain had been completely numbed by the surprise attack.

The old warrior monk let out a sigh of frustration and grabbed a hold of her. "This one said stand up!"

The moment he seized her bright flashes appeared before her eyes. Memories of something painful burrowing deep inside of her. Heavy bodies rhythmically working her like the spoke on a wheel. An indescribable ache churning somewhere deep down in her stomach. She felt trapped and every limb felt as if it was caught in a vice from which she could not escape. It was the most nauseating feeling she had ever felt.

She couldn't even begin to tell or explain how her teeth had ended up in Do'shanji's hand just moments after he had grabbed a hold of her. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed.

This time it was Do'shanji's turn to fall on his behind as he dropped her to the ground with a singe of pain in his right hand and two, small, bleeding puncture marks from where her sharp canines had entered. "What the hell?!" he snarled in surprise.

Kashya curled herself up like a ball, clutching to her stomach and shaking uncontrollably. "Don't touch me", she whimpered on repeat, over and over again. Like a mantra that would keep her safe. "Don't touch me."

Do'shanji got angrily back up on his feet. "What's the meaning of ...?"

He observed the girl's visibly disturbed expression. She was constantly shaking and her small arms clutched so hard around her waist that he thought they would snap. He then took note of the dark, wet, growing spot on the robe, right between her legs and let out a dampened sigh. So that's how it was. Celtian sure knew how to exploit tragedies of society's misfits and turn them into living weapons for their cause. ​​​​​

He sat down beside her. What the hell was this even? He was a warrior, not some wet-nurse.

"You still with this one?" he asked her, but got no response. The girl was still lost in her own sacred word of safekeeping. He ripped off one of the linens he had tied around his fists and extended it to her. "Here", he said.

She flinched as his hand approached and drew herself further away.

"You are one special case of misfortune, aren't you?" he huffed. "Will you at least allow this one to wipe your nose clean?"

He slowly approached only to be met with some minor resistance, but seeing as there was no way for her to retreat against the cave wall behind her, she reluctantly let him clean her muzzle clean. Tears, blood, snot, it all came off nicely, even though it left some spot that would take some washing.

"You don't want to go through with this, girlie", he told her determinately. "This one can't be held responsible if you are to react like ... this everytime Do'shanji beats the shit out of you."

Kashya shook her head. "This one ... wants to go through with this."

He cocked his head and looked at her askingly, furrowing his bushy brows. "Why?"

"Because this one has nothing else to do."

"Bah", he scoffed. "You are a servant of Sithis now, girl. And let this one tell you, that that mean old sob only wants to be given as many lives as we can feed his voracious hunger. You, however, do not belong here. No matter what that Celtian says. This one can see it already."

He regarded her sternly. "No matter what you believe yourself to be in life, and no matter who you think you are, you will never truly be one of us, girl."

Kashya shook her head again. "This one wants to train."

He looked at her for a long time before letting out another sigh and rose up. "Suit yourself, half-wit. Though Do'shanji will be right before the end. Mark this one's words. Now, stand up."

Kashya did so, and though the pain in her muzzle and the one from her memories both were still present, she could feel the two fading with every passing moment. She would need a whole lot more than this. A whole lot more, she reckoned, before it would all be over.

Let Kashya die, she told herself. She was sick and tired of having to be reminded of the "bad blood" she had been cursed with the day she was born. She was going to prove her father wrong once and for all, by killing all that she was. That would be the answer.

Let Kashya die.

And as soon as she was strong and able, she would go and find Kiro. No more bad blood for her part or his part. She would be a new and better Kashya. One who would not perish due to her own weakness. If the world so desperately wanted her gone, she would oblige, but she would be back, and then she would kick the world in its ugly face and throw it flat on its butt. She didn't need its contempt. She only needed Kiro, but to be with him, she needed to be better than this. The bad blood needed to be purged.

Let Kashya die.

She could suspect a small small in Do'shanji's frowny face as he saw her back on her feet. "Good", he said with a determined nod. "But before we start, do this one a favor and clean yourself up. It's considered disrespectful to piss yourself before your opponent.