Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151125220742/@comment-29559990-20151126012357

In Kaz's Subconscious

Often when the Khajiit found himself unconcious, his mind had a tendency to delve back into old memories of his and replay them. Some good, Some bad. All bringing a hint of nostalgia to his heart.

This time, he was back to a 12 year old cat, storming through the door with a rusted sword clutched tightly in a sweaty hand. His back felt awful, and his other arm was extremely sore.

"Dumb Dark Elf... can stick that axe up his butt and choke on it," He growled, slamming the sword down onto the wood and plopping down onto the couch. Just moments before, he had challenged Vordel to another fight. This time, he had him. He knew how to beat him this time. And when that plan failed and the Dark Elf slammed his face down into the dirt and went back for the injured arm of his.

And now, he sat back on the couch, barely able to move without feeling a great amount of pain in his muscles. Vordel was probably lounging out back, laughing and twirling his goddamn axe around like he was king of Skyrim. 'Oh, I'm so much better than Kaz!' He could hear him now. 'I'm just soooo great, because I know how to make swords and how to beat up people twice his size so that I can feel like a man and prove to HAfnir that i'm just the best warrior in aaaaall of Skyrim...'

Soon, a pair of footsteps caim up slowly behind him, followed by a heavy sigh. "Did you and Vordel get into another fight?" asked a sweet, comforting voice.

"No..." Kaz mumbled.

The person shook her head and walked over to couch, sitting down and looking sadly over to Kaz. "Kazrris, I have warned you about picking fights. Especially with your brother. Why do you keep trying to fight him?"

Kaz shrugged and frowned. "I'll get him one day. I'll snap his arm and then I can laugh at him," he growled.

"Kazzy..." She sighed. "Come here,"

The Khajiit hesitated for a moment, still fuming over the beating he had taken from Vordel. Still, he eventually shuffled down and placed his head in her lap, staring off into the ceiling.

"Now, why are you picking fights with him?" She asked again, staring down at him with her large, sapphire colored eyes that made him feel all the worse about disobeying her orders of trying to fight Vordel.

"I... I just wanna beat him for once," He said honestly, curling up into a ball and turning over so that he didn't have to face her. "I'm sick of him thinking he's better than me. I'll prove him wrong. I'll knock his teeth down his throat and I'll...."

"Shhhhh..." She hushed, putting a finger over his mouth to stop him from talking. "Kazriss, I want you to calm down. Take a deep breath, and just relax."

Her voice alone put the agitated Khajiit at easy, and he blinked several times. "I'm... I'll... I'm sorry," He spoke, frowning as he realized how stupid he was acting. Stupid. Same stupid that always got him on the losing side of a fight.

"It's alright, Kazrris," She said gently, stroking him behind the ears so as to calm him down. It always seemed to make him feel better at the end of the day. Probably because he was half cat, and cats do enjoy a rub behind the ears. "Now, will you try to stop picking fights with your brother? I hate it when you two fight, you know that?"

Kaz purred softly in reaction to the ear rubs and replied. "I'll... I guess I can try," He said, smiling now just a tad. The woman brought him up and hugged the Khajiit, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. "I love you, my little cub," She said.

"I love you too, mom," He said, just as a 12 year old Dark Elf (Or perhaps Demon) child came through the door and announced it with a large howl.

"Where ya' at, Kaz?" Vordel grinned. "You chicken'n out again?"

"Vordel," The woman snapped, forcing him to cease talking at once. "Up to your room. Now,"

"What?" Vordel was taken aback, but his face soon morphed into a scowl when he saw Kaz sucking up again. "Aw, c'mon!" He protested, knowing now what it was about. "He swung at me first!"

"Did you encourage him?"

"Well... no... maybe a little, but..."

"To your room," She said again, not letting him finish.

"But..." Vordel sighed, dropping his axe and storming up to his room. As he walked, Kaz took the time to stick his tongue out at him to rub salt in the wound.

"Did you stick your tongue out at him?" She asked

"No, ma'am!" Kaz said quickly.

"Suck-up," Vordel growled as he went up the steps.

That's where the dream cut off.