Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5583506-20150521235142

"Hey there, pretty lady", mumbled a drunken Redguard heading for Najiima with a bottle in his hand.

By S'rendarr, no...

"Mindin' if I sit here with ya?" he asked just as he had already taken the opportunity to sit on her other side, unfomfortably close as well. "Don't think of me like one of them bigots. I ain't got nuthin' 'gainst your kind."

She turned red in her face and tried to ignore the man, hoping that he would leave on his own when he realised that she would want nothing to do with him.

"Didn't yah hear me?" he slurred. "When someone gives yah a complient, yah better say thanks." A smirk fell upon his wet lips. "And I know just what kind..."

He turned her´around forcefully to face him, placing his emptied bottle on the counter.

She gasped. "Wh-what are you doing?"

He shut her up by forcing his mouth onto hers, causing her to utter some mumbles. The other patrons of the inn looked at the pair with some discomfort, but no one did anything. Either because they didn't think it was worth it, or because they didn't really care about the Khajiit.

"Yah liked that, didn't yah?" said the Redguard as he released himself from her mouth. "I bet yah did. Yah furballs always like it rough, or so I have been told. Now, let's have a sample of yer goods now, shall we?"

The Redguard began to Najiima's shock and surprise grasp her firm breasts and began to fondle her behind, slightly pulling at her tail. "Heh, this is nice", he said. "Nice and warm..."

Najiima bit together hard and looked eagerly around the inn for someone to help her, yet no inclination for aid was given. For some reason did one of her miscoloured eyes begin to ache. The blue one... It hurt so much, she wanted to cover it with her hands, but she couldn't get away from the grip of the drunken Redguard.

As he began to fondle her buttocks and as his right hand slipped from her breasts and down to the inside of her loins, something exploded within her. She did not know what had happened before it was over. Under the course of a few seconds she had grasped the bottle standing on the counter, slammed it against the Redguard's head so hard that the glass shattered, breaking both his bottle and his left temple. In his confusion she had gotten away from his perverted attempts and danced around him. From there she had grabbed his left arm and rammed his entire head into the side of the counter, breaking his nose. Blood spurted out over the floor. She then raised his arm backwards so forcefully that the Redguard screamed in pain, pounding his right fist into the surface of the counter out of sheer reflexes.

"If you ever touch Najiima again, this one will rip your rotten cock off and shove it up in places on you you didn't even know existed!" she hissed.

Out of coincidence, it was during her bloodrage she had first remembered her own name.

Wonder why?

She then continued to give one last violent thrust upwards with his arm, dislocating it completely. The Redguard uttered a pained cry, before he collapsed on the floor like a broken ragdoll.

Najiima then noticed how the entire inn were staring at her. It was alarmingly quiet. Only the muffled moans of the Redguard, still lying on the floor and trying to crawl away with his other arm was the only thing to be heard.

The Khajiit slowly regained her more timid side and shied away from the beholders, exiting the inn as quickly as she could before more trouble arose. Her blue eye was still aching like hell...