A/N: This story is the sequel to Living Under Void Nights: When Jone and Jode Fail, so if you haven't read that, it would definitely help to know more of the characters involved and where they're coming from.

In the Great Darkness, all of Fadomai's children had left her. All save Azurah.

Azurah held her mother and did not ask for a gift. Instead she wept, the light of the Lattice was reflected in her tears.

Fadomai whispered to Azurah three secrets and more. She told her daughter many things, stories of love and war and dreams undreamt. And Azurah wept more to hear these things, so much that moonlight shined in the darkness.

And Fadomai told Azurah the names of all gates and thresholds, and the names of all the spirits, and the names of all the Khajiit that would ever live. And Azurah wept more to hear how difficult their paths would be, so much that the light of her tears became one with the Lattice.

And Fadomai told stories of her children and her favorite aspects of each of them. When she reached Azurah, she smiled and told her favored daughter she could not decide. And Fadomai died.

~Prologue~

The Dark Side of the Moons

J'zhar let his legs hang off of the central market bridge, and rested his head on his arms as he watched the sunset, while the trees around Torval turned gold in its presence. He would not have to worry about being trampled on, not at this point. It was getting late, and most are returning home for dinner, to be with their family for the remaining hours of the day. He should too, really, but for some reason he stayed, and waited a little longer, just as he has for the past two hours...

He sighed upon remembering that, and clenched his eyes shut from the glaring, blinding light. It was not the first time, and it will surely not be the last. Once more she has forgotten, or felt something else was more important. Whatever the case, it was too late for their plan now anyway, there was little point in remaining.

After several minutes of silence, he heard footsteps pressing on the hardwood bridge, which made his ears twitch. He opened his eyes only to close them after realizing the sun was directly in his view now. He could tell it was one of the Suthay or Tojay forms by the sound of their footsteps- naturally more quiet than those who walk on their heels.

J'zhar opened his eyes slowly, and noticed a large obstruction blocking the sun, in the form of a Suthay girl looking down at him with a curious and happy expression, ready at any moment to burst out laughing. A normal expression for her, really. Her tawny colored, striped fur looked darker with the sun behind her.

"You know, your big head is a good shade against the sun. Do you think you could stay like that for awhile?"

Within a moment she jerked her head away, letting the rays blind him once more. J'zhar rolled to the side and pushed himself off of the ground.

"Rajhin's whiskers, Khinashi, you decided to finally show up after all. This one is more than a little surprised."

"Khinashi is sorry, she had to help Ma'ketra today. She had gotten into some trouble at the plantation, and had to stay to help Zalani clean up. If this one did not help her, she would have been there all night...She doubts Ma'ketra will be allowed in there again, Zalani was furious."

"That would have made a good distraction for our heist, no? It is a shame we did not take advantage of it."

"This one is sure we could think of some other way to distract her when we are ready for it."

"Which will not be today - It is too late. She will be returning home if she has not already." J'zhar said with a disappointed sigh.

"This one apologizes...Khinashi will try to not let it happen again."

J'zhar snorted. "Hah, like you said last time? Or the time before that? We have been planning for this since a week ago, Khinashi, and every time something comes up, every time something else. First it was magic training, then it was recovering from magic training, and then – what was it again yesterday? Hmm?"

"Khinashi admits, yesterday was her fault. Father had returned from his trip to Corinthe, and this one wanted to hear about what happened there, and lost track of time. There was a big murder investigation, the sister of one of the cities two big tribes leader's-"

"Yes, yes, you told this one, it just did not seem worth remembering."

J'zhar folded his arms and shook his head, and Khinashi looked away in shame, fearing to meet his gaze.

"What will it be tomorrow? Hmm? Will it be raining and you will not want to be wet? Will you sprain a leg to get out of it? Have you already decided on what you are planning, so you can avoid telling him this is just something you do not want to do?"

Khinashi frowned at this, but then rose to meet his eyes and smiled.

"Khinashi said she would help you, and so she will. If this one did not want to, she would not have asked to help you with it, silly. This one has just been too busy lately."

"Yes, well it is starting to feel like something else..."

Something about what he said made him feel guilty, and regret his choice of words, and then embarrassment when he noticed Khinashi must have found it funny. He shrugged his shoulders and turned away. It was his turn to fear her gaze.

He was caught off guard, then, when she suddenly leapt forward and licked his muzzle.

Utter confusion was written over his face as he turned to Khinashi, who returned to her normal near-bursting laughter expression, and holding her hands behind her back.

"Um, did you just...lick this one?"

"Yes." Was all she said, still holding back a laugh.

"Why? What does that even mean?"

Khinashi opened her mouth, but then paused for a moment, seeming to change her mind on what to say.

"It means whatever you want it to mean, M'zhar."

"This one is not sure what he wants it to mean."

"Well then you should think about that and get back to Khinashi on it."

For a few more moments there was silence, and he relaxed a bit from his earlier tension. Then he laughed.

"You forget already, Khinashi? This one is J'zhar now, he is of age now to no longer go by M'zhar. As are you, if you wish. You could be J'nashi, or maybe Ja'shi?"

Khinashi rolled her eyes.

"You know this one cares not for honorifics. Not unless they mean something special - M'zhar or J'zhar, it merely means your age. You do not really earn your age. This one thinks Azhargo sounded better anyway."

"Hmm, you could be La'nashi, then? This one thinks you have earned that."

"Hah, call this one La'nashi and you will be on your own with this heist, Ja'khajiit. No, Khinashi will be Khinashi, until she earns a title worth wearing, if ever."

"What was that you did not want to be called? J'zhar apologizes, he does not have good hearing, you may have to repeat it, within ear shot."

J'zhar backed away and turned his ears to the side, waiting until Khinashi realized, before breaking out into a full sprint for the edge of Torval. It was never wise to leave the city into the rainforest after dark, and as it took about a half hour to reach his home overlooking the valley outside, this was as late as he could stay. At least their tag race would make his waiting not all for nothing.

J'zhar was naturally faster, as a Suthay-raht, but Khinashi was more agile, and so while he kept a steady distance ahead of her, at times she nearly broke the distance with her shortcuts. She skipped entire flights of stairs, hurdled over benches and railings - at times she seemed less interested in the race itself, than for turning it into an acrobatic performance.

So it was a foregone conclusion as he waited for her to catch up when he reached the bottom of the stairs leading out to the north path of town. She rolled after hitting the ground at the bottom, ignoring half of the stair's existence.

"Not bad, Khinashi, although you might have had a better chance at winning if you did not try to jump over every obstacle within your line of sight. This one was hoping you might be able to keep up with him, ah well."

"Not everything has to be a competition, you know. It can be for fun, too."

"Oh, but competition is fun, Khinashi. The only reason you could disagree, is because you are losing so badly you cannot see it."

"Well in that case, if everything is a competition, this one must be winning the magic-learning one we are having!"

"True, true, you have him there, but only because J'zhar is letting you win. It would lose its fun if he won everything, no?"

"Well then, we will just have to settle the score tomorrow when we break into the Clan Mother's house, huh? Whoever gets the least sweets has to give the other half!"

"That sounds fair enough, so long as you do not mind losing – there really is no other outcome."

"We will see about that!"

Around the same time the next day, J'zhar sat upon the central bridge - their meeting spot - once more. He watched as people passed through the market place, back to their houses. Once again she had not arrived at the time she said she would, and while there was still time yet, he was becoming doubtful.

He thought back to why he had suggested it in the first place: he enjoyed the thrill of stealing, the risks associated with it made the reward all the more fruitful, but it was the fun that drew him back for more. Being the son of the Mane's speaker meant he could afford most luxuries, so it was not for personal gain. Indeed, he would find breaking through several locks and sneaking past guards to steal a worthless item more compelling than looting a simple chest full of gold.

Perhaps that was why he chose the paranoid Clan Mother Zalani as their target, then. She kept a tight schedule and checked things religiously, the locks on her doors and security mechanisms befit the palace moreso than the two-story hut she lived in, like most did here. There were no guards to evade - at least not if they were successful - the challenge was more in leaving no trace, and being smart about it. It would be a good opportunity to teach her his skills in the art, and maybe not regret taking that path so much. His father knew, of course he knew, and judged him for it - but Khinashi did not, despite her not being a thief herself. She seemed more curious than resentful, and her own will to mischief helped forge a strong friendship over the years... Or so he thought at times, at others it felt weak, or non-existent, and this was one of those times.

Perhaps that was a side effect of really only having one friend, for J'zhar did not get along with others very well, not least of those being the rest of the House of Cats, who for the most part could not talk anyway. It surprised J'zhar how much time she spends with them - J'bar the Alfiq-raht, Nisha the Pahmar, or the twin Senches Ma'ketra and Ma'krin. None of them could speak words, and yet she would prefer their company over him, over her own kind, someone who could talk to her? It confused him at best – and at worst, he was envious, and this was one of those times.

The sound of footsteps broke him from his thoughts, only then making him realize it had been quiet for several minutes while he was thinking. There could still yet be time if they hurried, and so J'zhar wasted no time lifting up his head to see who approached, and to see if it was Khinashi.

He regretted looking so surprised, and hoped she would not have noticed it, but that thought lost a place in his mind as he noticed another approaching alongside her. Someone he had not seen before – she looked like a Bosmer from Valenwood, both in appearance and garb, and the uncertainty that was obvious in her every movement made it clear she was new here. It was hard to tell with elves for him, but she looked around his and Khinashi's age, if perhaps a little older judging by her height, but then that too was hard to tell with Bosmer in particular. She might even be an Ohmes, but it was unusual for them to not tattoo their furless face.

"J'zhar, Khinashi has someone she would like you to meet. Her name is Shabiyah, and she-"

"J'shabi," the newcomer corrected. "My...This one is called J'shabi."

Khinashi rolled her eyes at the comment.

"Well, J'shabi, then. She arrived in Torval today looking for Khinashi's father. She traveled here from Hammerfell all by herself! She will be living with Khinashi and the others at the House of Cats, and so this one is showing her around the city and teaching her of our culture, for she is new to these lands."

The frightened-looking Bosmer crossed her arms and dipped her head as a sign of respect, or tried to, incorrectly.

"Why do you mock us, Bosmer? Act and speak normally, do not pretend to be Khajiit. Some could take offense to that."

The girl visibly shifted at his words, she seemed extremely out of place, and ready at any moment to just run off, never to be seen again.

"Sorry! I...sorry-"

"She is not Bosmer, J'zhar - she is Ohmes, she is Khajiit like us!"

"She does not sound or look like most Ohmes."

"That is because she was not born here, and did not know much about us, she came here to learn, J'zhar. Do not be rude!"

J'zhar did not respond to this. He had nothing against the new Ohmes girl in particular, even if he did find her attempts to fit in as mockish. It was what she represented that annoyed him most. Her arrival here was no-doubt the reason for Khinashi's delay today, and as per usual with new arrivals, the following days would also be occupied as she introduced her to the rest of the city and our way of life. It would be a week at the least before she found time for the heist... unless he could convince her now.

"Ah, did you forget again of our plan for today Khinashi? Is that the fourth time now?"

"No..." Khinashi said, in a way that meant she would have preferred J'zhar not bring it up. The Ohmes spoke next.

"Oh, if you were busy, this one can just go back to your house, J'shabi does not want to be a burden. Sorry...This one did not mean-"

"Our house, it is your's too now, but no, J'shabi, you do not have to. It was nothing, it can wait." Khinashi directed the last three words toward J'zhar, with emphasis. "J'zhar, this one was hoping, maybe you could help Khinashi show J'shabi around a little bit before it gets too late? She is very curious to learn about the Two Moons Dance, and you know some of it, maybe you could teach her about it?"

J'zhar frowned and contemplated the idea, but could not help but feel a hint of betrayal, which made him feel bitter and spiteful. He stood up and turned away.

"Nah, J'zhar is too busy..." He said as he walked off toward home.

It did not take long for J'zhar to regret his words, or to feel that he may have acted childish, but he did not care enough to turn around. Instead, as he passed the Clan Mother's house, he figured he may as well pull off the sugar heist on his own, perhaps the thrill would clear his mind. It is not as if the situation will be any different later, anyway. Days to come, Khinashi will be busy with something else, and it will continue to be so, J'zhar felt he was always bound to be alone on his path, and that he should just get used to it.

J'zhar's chin smashed against the floor as he was pushed to the ground by the guards that brought him in. Afterward they unbound his wrists and left him there, leaving the main hall of his house.

He should feel thankful that his father waived his sentence in the Torval jail – he had no wish to spend any time there, he had heard the stories, as most have in the city, but all he could feel was betrayal.

There was still his father to endure, and his speeches alone were far worse than simply sitting in a cell. At least, they were at one point, J'zhar had learned to not care what he thinks, not anymore, and so when his Father approached him in the main hall of their palace, he did not run. J'zhar did not beg for forgiveness, or apologize. He was not afraid. He had been through this enough times to be able to recite what he would say before he could say it, or at least some of it.

At least, he thought so.

"So, not only are you a failure of a son, but even as a self-proclaimed thief, you cannot even get that right."

"Well, actually it was not J'zhar's fault he got caught...the new Ohmes girl had alerted Zalani while J'zhar was inside." J'zhar spat out the words. The Ohmes had ruined his day twice over already.

"Yes, Ra-Zara'chi heard the report. That does not make it any less your fault, you trusted her and she betrayed you."

"J'zhar never told her anything about it though, Father."

"And yet she knew?"

"Well, perhaps Khinashi told her..."

"Of course, then you trusted her and then she betrayed you."

It was not uncommon for Father to insult Khinashi or her family. It was no secret to anyone that he despised them, Jo'azha the Moon Hallowed in particular. Normally J'zhar would talk back or ignore his insults, but this time he was not sure what to think.

"You know how this one feels about you hanging around her, J'zhar - she is a bad influence to you. Remember that."

J'zhar had to snort at that, it was more likely the other way around.

"Yes Father, you make that quite clear, and quite often..."

"Yet you do not heed the advice."

"J'zhar never asked, or wanted advice, and if he did, he would not be asking you for advice concerning them."

J'zhar could tell what he would say next, and so he cut him off before he could.

"You only have contempt for the Moon Hallowed because he did not choose you to become Mane! Admit it, you let that blind you and grow hatred for him and his family, and you wish to share that hatred with J'zhar...but J'zhar does not see them as rivals."

"You shame this one by thinking his reasons are due to a petty political position. It is more than that, and that is not even a reason on its own!"

"Then perhaps you should make that more clear, Father, because that is what it looks like to J'zhar!"

His father's anger seemed to waver, and he was lost in deep thought. He turned away from J'zhar and took a few steps. J'zhar was not sure what was going to happen, he was expecting his father to lash out at him for demanding him to explain himself, like he usually did when he asked about him.

"This one and Jo'azha... it is not simply a matter of his choice so many years ago. While Ra-Zara'chi thinks he would have made a much better Mane, and it would surely have made things simpler...No, it is deeper than that. We have a different philosophical view on how certain problems in Elsweyr should be dealt with. Hmph, Jo'azha would not even consider it to be a problem..."

"What are you talking about Father? You are making no sense. What problem?"

Ra-Zara'chi's anger seemed to return to him. He turned around to face J'zhar, and did not look happy at being interrupted.

"What 'problem'? You know of what Ra-Zara'chi speaks, and yet you speak incredulously, you doubt him."

"Ah, you are speaking of the phases and our forms again..." J'zhar says with a sigh.

"The curse! How is it not a curse? Azurah has blinded you all into thinking it is a gift - and that is the worst part...we willingly subjugate ourselves to this demon in favour of our own demise, our own suffering!"

"This one does not see our forms as a curse, more or less an inconvenience, but it has its benefits too." J'zhar regretted bringing it up. His father could spend hours ranting over the moons.

"Jo'azha would agree with you, and yet there are cruelties that exist because of it, cruelties no Khajiit should have to burden. This one does not blame you for not seeing it- you are young, and have not yet seen the world. People try to hide it from you so you do not have to share the pain of knowing – but know this: It is not like what Jo'azha claims it to be, but much harsher...unnecessarily so."

"This one has grown up enough has he not? Perhaps he is old enough to know. Tell him, what is it like, hmm?" J'zhar asks humorously.

Ra-Zara'chi paced around the room silently for a few minutes before responding. Pondering on what to say. J'zhar's patience for him was wearing thin, by the time he finally spoke.

"What do you think of Elsweyr, J'zhar? Do you like this land? Do you like living here?"

"Well, we have never lived anywhere else, so he cannot really say. This one does not dislike it?"

"But you have the choice to leave if you wish. There is nothing stopping you from going anywhere in Tamriel, anywhere in the world."

"Okay...But how does that-"

"Because not all Khajiit have that choice. What do you think a group of Imperials would do, if they saw one of the Senche, or a pride of Pahmar? What would they do if they were to be walking around one of their cities in Cyrodiil?"

"This one does not know?"

"They would kill them. Or at best chase them out, they would not be allowed in the cities, and even outside of them, they would be hunted like animals, seen and treated as them, or at worst, monsters intent on slaying them. They would have no trial, no chance to explain themselves – not that they could be able to speak to do so. Even with one of our other kind to guide them, they would not be trusted. No, their only choice is to live in Elsweyr, they do not get the choice to travel the world."

"Well, that is unfortunate, but there are worse-"

"And even here, in their homeland, the only land they are allowed to live in, they cannot fully participate in society. Without the ability of speech they are reduced to a convoluted sign language that most do not even bother to learn – even amongst ourselves. They cannot go to markets and buy things, they cannot use tools without thumbs to use them. Their career choices are limited to functions capable within their form's limitations. They must live silently amongst most who they cannot speak to, finding what small enjoyment they can get out of what few things they are able to do."

"Hmm, this one supposes that is-"

"And when you have traveled with me outside of Torval, when we have visited small villages, have you ever noticed any of our larger forms amongst them? The Senche and the Senche-raht?"

"Now that you mention it, no. Is there a reason-"

"That is because there are none. In the poorer parts of Elsweyr, in villages that struggle to gather enough food for themselves, it would be impossible to sustain a Senche's demanding diet, one that requires a village's worth of food on its own. No, J'zhar, there are no Senche amongst them because when their children are born under that phase they must kill them, and that is considered the merciful choice. Selling them into slavery to feed the village is the other option. You must have wondered why Khajiit have become the second most enslaved race by the Dunmer fiends? They do not come and capture us here like they did the Argonians – no, Khajiit handed over their family members to them! They lived like cattle amongst them, J'zhar! Bred for more slaves, living a life of servitude, to which their own children would know no other! It is not as bad here in the south, where food is plentiful, but in the north...the nomadic tribes are not nomadic simply for the sake of it."

"Okay, Father, this one sees what you mean...you can stop-"

"And you fancy yourself a thief? Do you even know why most Khajiit take to thievery in the first place?"

"This one is not sure he wants to know..."

"What other path do you think those two-legged Khajiit, born and raised by those whom cannot speak – cannot teach them normal ways of society? They do not know how to read, or how to write! Some do not even learn to speak until much later. Their only option is to steal or kill to get by and support their families. They live outside of society, or leave Elsweyr to live a life of banditry amongst the wilds. That is why our race is so ill-begotten throughout the other lands, J'zhar!"

J'zhar could not find the will to speak, for he knew his father would interrupt him and continue anyway, until he felt he made his point.

"These and many more unspoken are the cruelties that truly exist, J'zhar, and only because of our curse. To accept that those cruelties exist and still see our state of being as anything less than a curse is to advocate them, and Ra-Zara'chi...Does. Not. Advocate them."

"J'zhar can see that, Father, this one does not think anyone could think otherwise."

"Hmph, and Jo'azha would claim to seek to mend our problems - these problems, but he is nothing but an idealist. He lacks the conviction to make any meaningful difference, and only proves the full extent of them in the process. This...House of Cats and similar approaches he takes are merely a bandage solution to a bleeding problem that deserves a more prominent and permanent path of action. This is something that Ra-Zara'chi has made it his life's goal to seek, and will not stop until he sees it done! It is true, the resources Ra-Zara'chi would have had as Mane would have allowed searching for a solution to be much simpler, but Ra-Zara'chi will find a way regardless, of that you can be sure...Now tell me, son, is that wrong? Is Ra-Zara'chi wrong to wish to stop these cruelties? To break our curse?"

J'zhar thought long before answering his question. At first he was scared, Father's voice was full of anger, and clearly very passionate about what he speaks. J'zhar must respect him for that much. It is certainly not the first time he has ranted about the moons, Azurah, or our forms, and definitely not about Jo'azha, but to have it laid plain - in front of him - his reasons for such, made it more understandable for why he thinks this way. Even though J'zhar would still not go so far as to say it is a curse, it does show that it is not as fanciful as it is made out to be by most Khajiit who worship the moons.

"J'zhar does not think you are wrong, Father...perhaps just a little obsessed."

His father's anger left him completely, and he relaxed his shoulders and approached J'zhar.

"Perhaps you are right, J'zhar. Ra-Zara'chi is sorry, sometimes he forgets...It is just, it comes from personal experience, and that clouds his judgment sometimes."

"What do you mean, Father? You never say much about your past."

"And now will be no different. This one is sorry, but those secrets will go to his grave. Suffice to say, Ra-Zara'chi has seen the dark side of the moons more than most – enough to know we deserve to be free of them. Your mother's unnecessary sacrifice was the final act that pushed him over the edge."

"Sacrifice? What do you mean? You told this one she died in childbirth."

"And that was not a lie, but it was not the full truth. Perhaps it is time for you to know the rest."

J'zhar's father beckoned him out of the main hall, to a deck that overlooked the valley. The sight of the trees so far below, and the city of Torval within them was always a beautiful sight. In the summer seasons, J'zhar would often watch the rain and thunderstorms from here. Watching, over time, as the valley flooded, up close to the bridges upon which the city was situated. It would take some weeks before it got there, sometimes it never did, other times it risked going further. Now, approaching the closing months of the year, it was completely dry – or as dry as a rainforest could get.

"In the ancient days, thousands of years ago, when the first empire was expanding across Tamriel, Elsweyr – although not known as Elsweyr then, it was vastly divided – had an internal conflict. Outside influence was also expanding, and while Elsweyr never entered the empire officially, their cultures and way of life seeped into our lands. As all of the other races can talk, and walk on two feet, these cultural traits reflected that, and in a sense, uplifted the Khajiit who also did this. Before this time, Khajiiti culture was balanced, and there was little separating us from our four-legged brethren, but afterwards...they were seen as lesser forms."

"How does this have anything to do with how Mother died?"

"This one is getting to that, J'zhar...When they were seen as 'lesser forms', it was natural for some to wish their children would be of a two-legged form, and so they worked out a way to bypass how the phases dictate their form at birth, but at great risk to both the mother and the child, or children. This process became illegal following the rise of the Lunar Pride, and over time forgotten, but Dunmer slaver fiends reinvented it and to this day continue the practice when breeding Khajiiti slaves, to ensure they become Suthay-raht at birth. The Dunmer simply call it 'Moonbreeding'."

"This one is Suthay-raht..."

"Moonbreeding can be used to cause any form to be born, not just Suthay-raht. Anyway, those who study the phases and patterns are able to discern a rough idea of what phase an unborn Khajiit will be born under, the amount of available information determining the accuracy. Your mother and this one, we sought out these people, and the result was...not what we wanted to hear."

"What was it?"

"The certainty of which form you would have become is not completely accurate, but it would have either been an Alfiq, an Alfiq-raht, a Senche-raht, or possibly an Ohmes. You would have been no more than a pet, or a mount to some Cathay to ride into battle, and even the best outcome would have resulted in you not even looking like either of us, but you would have been able to talk at least. We did not want our child to live a restricted life, and so we sought other avenues."

"And you learned of the moonbreeding practice?"

"Yes. When we did, Ra-Zara'chi immediately rejected the idea, to lose your mother, S'vara...and maybe you as well...No, this one would have learned to live with an Alfiq son, or whatever you would have been. Your mother did not agree with him. Against all his wishes, she underwent the process regardless, while the moons lit the sky of the phase of the Suthay-raht, more than a month earlier than you would have been born. She took the risk for you, J'zhar, so that you might be able to live an unrestricted life, one of your own choosing, not one the moons chose for you...That is why she died."

J'zhar opened and closed his mouth, unable to think of how to respond. Tears drenched his cheeks as the realization that his mother quite literally gave her life for him to live as a Suthay-raht sank in. He was not sure what to think. He tried to imagine himself as an Alfiq, and having his mother sitting by him, and if he would be happy. Would he have even been here? Would he too have lived in the House of Cats, away from his parents? He would never be able to speak, or to walk on two legs, all of the things he is used to doing would be replaced by something else. He would have been a completely different person. He would barely fit the criteria for being a person...

J'zhar never felt pity for the four-legged before, he had imagined they lived happy lives as well, but if he were ever given a direct choice, to be a Suthay-raht or an Alfiq, the answer was obvious.

Was his father right, then? Are the moons a curse to be lifted? Are the multitude of forms just a suffering placed on Khajiit for Azurah's amusement? If the forms did not exist, his mother would not have had to sacrifice herself, and he would still be...what would he be? He would be the same as them, and in the end...that was all that mattered.