Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140908004713/@comment-5583506-20140914012152

Ran'Jinro walked across the courtyard with Anya by his side, through a couple of hallways and out to a nearby grove. There he knelt in front of two memorial stones with carvings depicting the both fallen warriors in profile, facing each other.

Ran'Jinro tried to smile. A tear fell from his eye and onto his lap. "I... I wanted to hate him, you know? Not for joining the Vul, but for taking her..." He made a small nod at Shabhira's gravestone. "I loved her. I grew up with her. We all grew up with her. The three of us were the best of friends during the training here at the Sanctum. She and I were so close to each other I almost thought that it would one day develop into something more than just friendship."

He shrugged. "Rashka and Shabhira occasionally never really saw eye to eye. It was a friendship strained by rivalry."