Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-5583506-20150919162205

"Siri, dear. What's wrong?" asked the older sister and put a comforting hand on the crying cub.

The little Khajiit blubbered and rubbed her eyes red with her hands. "They were mean to Khajiit! They kept pulling at her tail and called her names."

"Who are they, Siri?" she asked and cupped her little sister's chin. "Look at this one. Who are they?"

"It's those... Imperial boys", sniffed Siri and felt somewhat more secure now when she was in the care of her older sister. "Those who live just down by the waterside."

The older sister smiled and placed a kiss on Siri's forehead. "Don't worry about. They won't trouble you no more. Khajiit will see to that. Yes?"

And so she strode off, down along the murky alleyways of the Waterfront district. Sailors were loading cargo aboard some stinking vessel and the local Skooma addicts were lying collapsed outside of their den. Just another ordinary day in the most desirable district in the Imperial City. Or at least it would have been if the authorities had so much as lifted a finger to do something about it.

As she was going down to the waterside she was stopped by Vendelam Urbahanassi, a Dunmer dissident from Morrowind. The man visually reeked of mischief... and other unmentionables... He was apparently some sort of... caretaker by trade. Some shifty people came and paid him good money to take care of things they wanted to get rid off.

"Hello there, little cat. Rashka's girl, aren't you?" he asked with a smug smile she didn't like him.

"What of it?" she growled lowly and furrowed her brow.

She didn't like him. She never had. Not since the day he had come with that... offer... It had sounded so unhealthy... and dangerous...

"Well, I was just thinking", said the Dunmer with a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the archway leading to the waterside. "I could put you up with some nice gold coins if you were to... consider that offer I gave you?"

"This one has said no!" she replied and stomped with her foot agressively into the ground as if to prove her point. "It didn't sound like Khajiit would like it."

He shrugged and eyed her from feet to head, licking his lips. "You will come around eventually. The girls in the other end of the Waterfront did. And look how well their families are doing now. Your father and mother doesn't need to know about a single thing. So how about it, eh? Think it over."

"Out of Khajiit's way!" she snarled and pushed past the Dunmer, causing him to utter a vague curse followed by an amused shrug.

As she finally reached the waterside she immediately became aware of some Imperial boys playing with a ball made out of leather. She recognised them from before. They usually were out to trouble her siblings. This time they had made the mistake by insulting her youngest. She would not let that go unpunished, even if these boys happened to be two years older than she was.

"Why did you pull at my sister's tail?!" she growled at them, causing the boys to stop their game altogether and turn their attention to her.

"Hey, look! It's another one of those furballs father told us about!" shrugged a brown-haired Imperial boy.

She could never recall their names. Not that she really bothered to put these insignicant little shits identities on her mind. She saved that space for people who was worthy of it.

"Let's see if she can play fetch!" suggested another.

Before she had a chance to react one of the boys had thrown the leather ball right into her face, straight against her eye, causing her to groan with pain as the hard ball scratched open a bleeding wound right above her left cheek. She collapsed to the ground on her knees as the boys began to laugh at her. Tears streamed from her eyes and anger began to boil her very blood. She clutched her hands around a nearby branch from a dead tree.

She was a daughter of Rashka. She was the one with the spear. And these boys would be the ones' kneeling.

The first boy she managed to catch by surprise as she swung the hard branch across his head, bashing him violently to the ground and gave him a blunt damage to his temple. He cried out in pain and screamed out loudly. His brothers came to assist him. She swung the branch against the next one, but he managed to dodge it with ease, delivering a kick to her stomach and causing her to stumble backwards with a whimper.

But her anger wouldn't let the pain get the better off her. She was once again ready to deliver another hit. First she struck against her attacker's kneecap, forcing him to collapse headlong to the ground with his face scraping into the gravel. His tears mixed with blood.

The third one managed to grab a hold onto the branch and threw it to the side, disarming her completely. He hadn't counted on the fact that she was indeed a Khajiit. She simply scratch his wrists with her claws, causing him to flinch and hesitate. Then she fell upon him, knocking him to the ground, flat on his back. She delivered a punch to his face, bloodying his nose. The urge within her told her that these boys all deserved it. They had been giving her sisters the hell during their upraising.

''Am I really doing this? ''she thought, and struck her victim with a rock.

A pair of hard and sturdy arms grasped around her waist and lifted her off the boys, crawling around in the mud.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE, YOU VICIOUS ANIMAL!" commanded a stern voice which could only belong to that of a local city guard.

She growled and tried to fight herself free, but the arms were too strong for her to resist and eventually they had her in their grip.

"Take her away!" said the guard to another one of his colleagues who was without her field of visibility. "She is completely bewildered! Attacking defenseless boys!"

As she was dragged away she spat. It had all been worth it. She would have done it again and again, just to prove her point. Nobody messed with Shakti's sisters... nor would they ever again...

She got out of bed. Even by thinking of violent memories made her feel melancholic and made her miss her sisters even more than before.

She needed a drink...