The Proper Role-Play

I nod and stare at the wall. "I was born, runt of the litter. Not important but you know what I mean. Anyways, I was... Four." I state quietly "My parents and I got in a fight, in my village, children 4 and older could hunt. I told my father, he didn't care, he asked my mother. She threw a fit."
 
"She yelled at my father, I was in my room, right across from them, and she was saying all types of things, some I didn't understand. But as I sat in my nest, he started yelling back. I heard a loud crash and I looked up from my feet. I heard my mom scream as though in pain, I ran in there, horrified at the sight. I was scarred for life. My mother... She was barely clinging to life, my father had an extra bow he kept with him. He had shot her in her arms and legs, she was stuck To the wall."
 
I hid behind a corner as he put down the jar. He looked my way and I heard something being pulled, drawer back. He whispered "Its ok Tessaria, it was bound to happen sometime. Come out, tell her goodbye." his voice was so persuasive... I always looked up to my dad, so I stepped out. I heard a loud Sssssphew." I try smiling but it turns into a grimace. "Like when you shoot a long held arrow. He struck my arm, it would've been my chest if I didn't crawl out sideways. I screamed, he smiled." I growl, starting to glare at the ground.
 
"He walked up to me, loading another arrow. And I snapped. My mind broke and I realized how much of a... A... A demon he was. I pulled out the arrow, and clawed at him, at the time, kids that were Were-Cats had claws. I struck at him, clawing the string of his bow and it snapped as another arrow released at my wrist. I let a single tear fall as he looked at me in shock."
 
You see in front of you the form of two dragons fighting. If you looked close enough you'd see they were out of water and I was sitting behind them controlling them, still bored...

'Stupid djinn' I thought to myself.
 
"I continued The process, he was finally on the ground writhing in pain as he bled, I hissed in his face, putting my claws to his throat I whispered in my smallest voice 'Good Bye, I always looked up to you, I'm sorry, but this is revenge for mom.' I shed a tear and my eyes turned back to cold fury. I murdered him. My mother was watching from her wall. I looked up at her, and ended her as well knowing she wouldn't survive. I heard someone knocking on the door. I looked around an see the spilling blood, I look at the jar of paint, to the assassin symbol, to my dad, and I create the same symbol around him. And I jumped out the back door unnoticed. Bribing my fathers hidden weapons... And this." I pull out a small trinket, a black rose. "It was my mothers. So I'll always remember her."
 
"I.. I think you've had enough pouring of emotions for tonight... Sleep upstairs. It's more comfortable than the other cabins." I say, regretting ever asking you to tell me your past, seeing your misery in your eyes.
 
I hear your sobs.. Deciding whether or not to comfort you.. I walk up the stairs and slowly put an arm around you. "Here, you have a shoulder to cry on.." I whisper into your ear.
 
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