Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141201131422/@comment-3293219-20141207164104

Jabin nodded as he knelt down, picking up Shrike's sword...

Ailen had rolled over, onto her back, groaning a little as she looked up at the sky, her eyes blinded by the sun's light before it was obscured by Jabin, who now stood over her, holding the Khajiit's longsword. Ailen just glanced at it before looking up at him, giving him a grin...

"Go on...

Go on...

Go on!" She coaxed, hoping to undermine his confidence as the sword trembled in his hand and he slowly lifted it, over her chest.

"A-At least you didn't r-rape me first... Like you did her!"

Jabin didn't let the Bosmer finish, he growled and drove Shrike's sword, right into Ailen's stomach, to his surprise the Bosmer screamed in response. She lay there, head lifted as she stared at the sword, that was now jutting out of her abdomen and she began to shiver as the pain shot through her body, her eyes began to water and the smile soon left her face as she looked up to the Breton.

"Th-That... H-Hurt..." She spluttered, any hint of joy or manic pleasure instantly left her face as she showed her fear.

"I... I'm... S..." With that, her head rolled to the side and she coughed, causing a little bit of blood to leak from her lips and roll down her cheek as she drew her final breath, staring at Jabin's boots as all signs of life left her.

Jabin shook his head and turned back to Jane, slowly approaching her and kneeling down in front.

"Jane... Are you...?" He asked again, his voice was a lot weaker as he fought several urges, suppressing guilt over everything else. He felt like he had just slain a child...