Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150117132657/@comment-5583506-20150213012950

Kyrie rested by some rocks near the shoreline of the stream that night. She kept imagining that she heard Ran'Jinro calling out to her several times, yet she told herself that they were just fragments of his last moments.

Further down the stream she knew that there wasn't much besides fertile farmland. If Kashmira had indeed survived the fall, Kyrie couldn't see any reason what a Vul would have to do in lands occupied by peasants and farmers.

She kept pondering upon what Ran'Jinro had told her.

''Don't hate her... Pity her... How am I supposed to pity someone who killed my best friend and my mentor?''

For the time being she was still blinded with nothing but contempt for Kashmira. Perhaps the Khajiit had being going through a traumatic childhood. Being the local punchbag of the Sanctum, being the subject of many pesky rumours and intimidations, but wasn't a reason to behave likewise in return. If she wanted to prove herself a true Jun, she would have had to overcome the old grudges and put the past to the side.

Kyrie sighed. She suddenly perhaps could pity Kashmira. Here she was thinking of how Kashmira could have avoided the dark path by putting the old grudges aside, while she herself was still set on revenge. Maybe there was more to the old Khajiit's words after all?

Regard her as a reflection of what you might become if you succumb to your hatred...

That was true... The reason why Kashmira had chosen the path of darkness was because her earlier experiences had led her astray onto that path. The fault wasn't in Kashmira. She hadn't chosen to become evil simply by wishing it.

Sometime during her childhood a wound had been cut open inside of her heart. A wound which had refused to heal and ached her heart even into her adult days. To hide the pain she had taken out her anger on anyone and everyone around her, much like wounded predator would still try to scratch surrounding foes to keep them away for as long as possible before it would eventually lie down and die...

She suddenly seemed to realise everything there was to know about Kashmira's personality. It was as if she had opened up a window and looked inside the very gearworks of the Khajiit's machinery. Now the only thing she needed to do was to tweak its functionality and hope that she could kick-start the engine once more... for the better good...