Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140123000942/@comment-5583506-20140203185310

Rashka took a firm grip around the girl's chin and turned her head over to the side. It couldn't possibly be? The pattern on the fur, the structure of her body, it all seemed clear.

"She is of my blood, there is no doubt", said Rashka and turned to Cyrelas. "These dark striped patterns is the trait of my father's bloodline, my bloodline. But this one didn't know Ra'Danji had been breeding these past few years? He said he never touched another woman after my mother died..."

The girl opened her eyes and threw a wild punch straight into Rashka's nose before trying to gnaw on his arm.

"Son of a troll!" Rashka yelled angrily trying to brush off the girl. "You really are the runt of the litter, aren't you?"

"Correction!" said the girl and spat out a tuft of Rashka's fur. "Your litter, father!"

Rashka grabbed the girl by the throat. "A bastard, eh? My bastard daughter trying to kill her pop? Is that why you have followed me?"

The girl gasped for air. "Y-you left my mother when she was in most need of your h-help! You d-deserve... deserve to die!"

Rashka choked her harder. "And killing your father is supposed to help your mother? Well, bastard, here is your moment. Many have tried to kill Rashka, and they have all failed and ended up face-down in a pool of their own blood. So tell this one please how killing Rashka is supposed to help how? HOW?!"

He suddenly realised he had been strangling her too hard and quickly let go of her throat as if he had been stung by a bee.

The girl panted heavily. "D-Damn... you!"

"Many have", answered Rashka bitterly, licking the wound on his shoulder. "So what should Rashka call you then, bastard? Just bastard perhaps? Because it would be a shame to deny what you are?"

The girl spat, her eyes burning with hatred. "This one is Kashmira, pure-born daughter of Ashanji the Trader. Kashmira is ashamed to be of your blood, betrayer."

Rashka lifted an eyebrow. "So you mean to tell this one that you have travelled in Rashka's trail all the way to Dagoth Ur, the most inhospitable place in Morrowind, just in order to kill him? Then you are a truly disturbed child. Although it seems to run in this one's family."

Rashka turned to Ertius. "What should this one do with his..." He gave her a distasteful look. "What should Rashka do with his bastard girl? It would be a mercy just to slit her throat now and be done with it, she is slowing us down."