Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-5583506-20150724024327

Accompanied by the tunes Shakti soon fell into sleep and snored lightly against the counter.

(Flashback n stuff)

"Girls", she said somberly in an effort to keep herself from crying. "Mother is... is..." She felt the stares of her sisters, eagerly waiting for her to stop her stuttering and instead to bring forth the words. "Mother is dead", she finished with a sob.

Siri, the youngest one of them, started to cry loudly. "Noooo!" she wept. "No, not mother!"

Sari said nothing, but Shakti could tell by the sudden pale look on her fur that the news were devastating, to say the least.

Suri cried, but unlike Siri she managed to do it in silence.

"How... How did it happen?" asked Sari and gazed into the ground.

Shakti could barely utter the words, and instead spoke in short sentences to keep herself from crying more than she had to. More than she wanted to... "The Imperials had claimed her house on the Waterfront. She died on the streets. Starvation..."

"Bastards", snarled Sari. "Those... those bastards..." She turned around, not wanting to show her older sister the tears in her eyes. They were the daughters of Umbaja. They had been taught that crying was for the weak.

Shakti didn't mind an exception in this case.

"This one knows", she said and put a comforting hand on Sari's shoulder. "Come here."

Shakti took Sari in her arms and cradled her head against her shoulder as the sister cried her heart out, soaking the fur with her tears.

"This one will kill them all", she blubbered. "She will kill them all... She will..."

"Sshh", hushed Shakti and stroke her sister's hair to calm her down. "They will all be held responsible. Khajiit will make sure of that. For now, we have something to plan."

She cupped Sari's chin in her hand and looked her in the eyes. "Our mother will be avenged. Fetch your bow."

Sari nodded and wiped her muzzle from all the snot, saliva, and tears; before heading towards the armoury.

Shakti had trouble keeping herself steady. Mother is dead, she kept hearing inside her head. ''The woman who gave birth to us and cared for us is dead. She is dead. She will never come back.''

"Sister", blubbered Siri like a small child, although it wasn't really anything odd about it. In Shakti's eyes Siri was still a kid. The girl was merely sixteen years old, but Umbaja had made no exceptions about making his youngest daughter becoming a part of his warfaring legacy.

"It's okay to cry", said Shakti assuringly as she wagged back and forth with her sister in her arms. "This one is crying to. What the Imperial Watch did to our mother they will pay dearly for. Shakti won't rest until they have been held responsible, you hear?"

Siri nodded and felt Shakti's clap against her cheek.

"There's a good girl. Now go and fetch your potion kit and your daggers. Coat them with the most vicious venom you can find. Tonight, we will have a lot of work to do."

Siri obeyed and walked with unsteady steps into her chambers, her head hanging and barely focusing on what was ahead of her.

''Poor girl is devastated... Mother is dead... I am devastated... Mother is dead...''

Suri hadn't made so much as a single sound, but her tears spoke for themselves. "What... What must we do?" she asked with a broken voice.

Shakti grabbed a spear from the rack on the wall, inspecting the tip to make sure it was sharp enough to rupture even the thickest armour. "We will teach those Imperials what happens when they don't treat their subjects the way a true and noble being should be treated. Ready your swords Suri. People will die tonight..."

Shakti awoke from her own snoring, finding a small pool of drool underneath the corner of her mouth.