Skyrim- Accepting!

[Sperophim]

A feral gleam lit in Za'ji's eyes as she saw realization dawn in Auguseethus'. " Oh, I think you know who," she said confidently. "Remember when I said your earring looked familiar?"

Auguseethus's hand reached up to the charm on his horn.
"Ar-" He began, but his voice cracked. It couldn't be. The sweet little brother from his childhood couldn't have joined up with these heartless murderers.
"Y- You're lying!" He choked. "He couldn't... He... Couldn't....?"

Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel

Z'arlo J'iswen:"Come on son. We are almost at the house." The khajiit was infront of his adoptive son helping him learn to hunt.
"Yes,father." To Samuel he didn't care his father was a khajiit. He loved him because he treated him like flesh and blood."How much farther?"
"Only 600 yds away."
Samuel groaned."Yay," he said sarcastically.

Ariaal was half asleep when her horse whinnied, as if to alert her that she was almost to the large, dull, forbidding city that was Windhelm. She noticed a couple people outside near the wilderness and immediately recognized the Kajiit as one of the nobles of the city. Knowing Ulfric as she did, Ariaal wondered how a Kajiit could rise to such a high position in such a racist city like this one, but then remembered her own non-Nord-ness and her essential role on the Stormcloak's side in this war. Never judge a book by it's cover, she reminded herself as she passed by.

"Hail." She greeted the two. "Fine day, for Eastmarch at least."

[White Eagle]

Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel

"Good evening miss." He bowed to her."Son say hello."
Samuel smiled,"Hello. Dad may I have a dog."
"No. What about a horse. If your going to be a warrior you'll need a transportation. Now may I help you?" The brown khajiit looked at the high elf.

[InfectedHau]

"Arelus Atenus," Za'ji said, making sure to pronounce every syllable in her Brother's name. She could almost see the innocence shatter in the agent's eyes, and it delighted her. "Hello, half-brother."

[Sperophim]

Ariaal smiled.
"No, simply passing through to report." She said. "The war is dragging on terribly."

"N- no!" Auguseethus groaned. "That can't be... You- You're lying!"
August's eyes were wide as dinner plates and he was visibly shaking.

[InfectedHau]

"Am I?" Za'ji asked, raising an eyebrow. "How did I know about your little family crest then? I asked him about it once too. He said he had a brother, but I never imagined his brother would be an argonian. Or that I'd meet him. Small world, isn't it?"

[Sperophim]

"N-no." Auguseethus repeated. How could this be true? Suddenly he burst out in sobs, flailing his claws at Za'ji in a pathetic attempt to hurt her. It was a ridiculous scene, considering how large Auguseethus was, and how like a child he was acting.

[InfectedHau]

Za'ji dodged the Argonian's clumsy swipes without even moving from her chair. "Now now," she chided, "wailing about it isn't going to do any good. Look at it this way: your family just got a whole lot bigger. You've got a bunch of half-brothers and sisters you haven't even met."

[Sperophim]

"No!" Auguseethus panted as he stopped flailing. "This 'family' you claim I have is no family to me! You are all murderers and scoundrels! Thieves of life!"

[InfectedHau]

"Says the man whose organization single-handedly drove a group of people to the edge of extinction," Za'ji said. "Men in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, Half-Brother."

[Sperophim]

"Stop calling me that!" Auguseethus demanded. "We drove you to the brink of extinction because you are murderers! No one has the right to take life, except for the Divines and the law when the situation calls for it."