Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140920171817

Nadira and Ra-Jeed slowly approached June from behind as she stood up, swiftly retrieving her knife from the Vampire’s heart as she stood up straight and slowly turned around to face them both. Nadira’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on Emarrel’s truly lifeless body and the mark that death had made.

“Nad- Nadira…” She muttered, somewhat surprised to see her still alive, with a Khajiit…

“You’re alive…”

The Breton folded her arms, looking incredibly confused as she gave Ra-Jeed a quick glance and then shifting her attention back to June.

“That… Surprises you?”

June just smiled a little and chuckled before turning back to Azarath, who was still sprawled out on the ground, Elana knelt beside her. It was then that Nadira noticed it to and quickly   abandoned her reunion with June to go and see to her companion.

“What in Oblivion just happened!?” Fritjolf demanded, though his words fell on deaf ears as the young Breton sprinted over to Azarath and fell to her knees beside him, placing her hands on his chest and panting heavily, shaking him a little.

“Azarath?” She asked, voice trembling as she remembered the abuse that he took, the relief that this was over overcame her senses…

“Azarath!?”

As she shook him some more, the Dunmer began to cough, slowly opening his eyes and grimacing as he felt like he had been sat on by a mammoth…

“Argh… Kn-Knock that off…” He grumbled, crossing his face as he said it and curling his fingers up as the pain shot through him.

“Azarath…” Nadira panted, in relief, resisting the urge to lunge forward and embrace him, due to his current condition.

The Dunmer’s eyes shot open as he slowly shifted his gaze onto Nadira, who stood over him, with a smile on her face, her sea-blue eyes glistening with tears built up in them. For some reason, he couldn’t help but look confused…

“Did she… ki-“

“N-No… June saved you, I don’t think you’ve met her before but she works for my dad.” She informed him, looking up to the Nord, who was observing the reunion, with a troubled look on her face.

“Thank fuck for that… For a second there, I thought that bitch was gonna kiss me…” The Dunmer whispered, shuddering at the thought of it as he slowly pulled himself up. Nadira took his forearm and took a hold of his hand, to support him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What are you, twelve?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“H-Hey… I don’t remember you bein’ too keen on the idea…” Azarath grumbled as he started to get up, getting a slight chuckle out of Nadira as she tried to help him up.

<p class="MsoNormal">However, June had other plans.

<p class="MsoNormal">The two of them found that Emarrel’s sword, a slender blade, with a sort of crystal finish on both the handle and the blade itself was now pointed directly under Azarath’s chin. June stood over them both, looking at Azarath the same way that she looked at Emarrel.

<p class="MsoNormal">“June… What are you-“

<p class="MsoNormal">“You heard me, Nadira, I have to kill him… Your father ordered it of me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Nadira’s heart sank and started pumping, fiercely inside her chest; she looked over to Azarath in panic, who didn’t seem all that fazed by the threat on his life. Nadira slowly shuffled over and slowly pushed the sword away from Azarath, kneeling in front of him, defiantly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No… You hear me? No! I won’t let you kill Azarath, especially not after he nearly died for me! If you want to kill him? You’re going to have to kill me first and I’m sure that I’m not the only one who feels that way!” As Nadira stopped, she found herself panting, the adrenaline, the rage but most of all the fear got to her, it was almost exhausting, after everything she’d experienced that day.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve already lost one friend today; I’m not losing him to!” She added, oblivious to Sophie’s demise, it hadn’t even crossed her mind that Sophie’s life depended on Emarrel’s.