Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5583506-20150611003910

Ra'Mira sat down with her chin resting in her palms. She just wanted to get out of this situation... badly... Just knowing that her little girl was back home and waiting for her mother to come home was bad enough.

And it didn't help the least that she somehow managed to get stuck into this motley crowd of people. There was Lorcan, a big brute who was cruel to others for no apparent reason. There was Helena, who seemingly loved to start arguments and disputes. Then there was Brynjar, Audax, Shan'axi and Vienelle. She  didn't really know what sort of people they were, but she guessed that before this misfortunate trip was over with, she would have gotten to know them more than she would have liked to.

Then there was the Khajiiti twins. What their deal was, she didn't know. The sister seemed harmless enough, but she could tell that it was only for show. She didn't carry a bow and a quiver of arrows for nothing. And then there was her bigger brother. Ra'Mira didn't like his ill-favoured look. He had murder in his eyes. She had seen it before plenty of times.

''That Khajiit has blood on his hands... but then again so does Ra'Mira. The only difference is probably what kind of blood...''

(Alright, I am gonna take control of Smooshie's character for a while until she gets back. Sorry, Smooshie! If you read this and tell me to edit it, I will.)

Rakhara tickled her brother behind the ear, causing the big Khajiit to flinch.

"This one is not amused", muttered Rokhan.

"Oh, come now", chirped Rakhara and punched Rokhan lightly in the arm. He took it as a slight, and perhaps it was meant to be a slight. "It's boring around here. What happened to Rokhan's sense of humour, yes?"

''Has this one ever had a sense of humor? ''he reflected.

"Sooo..." she said in a playful manner, eagerly whipping her tail around as she walked around him in a circle.

"So, what?"

"Nothing, this one is just bored is all", she giggled.

He muttered something incoherent. This was what he loved about Rakhara. She could be so spontaneous for no apparent reason than for her own amusement. A trait which he did not possess, since it had been passed down to her.

"Anyway", she said. "Rakhara is getting hungry. So what do you say about the two of us grabbing something to eat, yes?"

"Lorcan told us to stay, and so we stay."

Rakhara sighed. "Brother, we are not with Thidius anymore. You don't have to take orders from anyone anymore. Remember? We are both free now."

"A Khajiit's gotta have a code", he simply stated. "This one's is doing what he is told."

"Ungh", growled Rakhara. "You know, sometimes this one can't even believe that we are related! If you are not going to gather food this one will."

She could be so cruel sometimes. She knew very well that he hated the thought of leaving her alone for a longer period of time. If she headed out to hunt, there was little choice left for him but to follow and make sure that she didn't get hurt.

As Rakhara nocked an arrow on her bowstring and headed out into the dense forest, Rokhan reluctantly followed with an audible sigh.

Rakhara smirked...