Wolf RPG

indentUnder the pale moonlight, the golden khal advanced through the cold, rushing water that traversed the valley. He had left his Khalasar behind, confident that they would keep guard of the camping site they had chosen to spend the night on. Rakharo needed to see what was on the other side of the mountain, and the brightness of the moon would be a good ally for fulfilling his desires. He wanted to get to the ridge of the mountain, where he was sure he'd have a periferical view of this new land. He was eager to go further, to find the promised herds of Bison he so desperately needed to claim. The ocassional deer or elk wasn't enough to calm the Dotharaan hunger, and Rakharo was getting sick of the miserable rodents.

indentThe other side of the mountain meant yet another opportunity to find what they needed. Another chance to finally get there, and the good thing was that as long as there were mountains ahead, those chances wouldn't stop coming. A few more steps and he would have the view he wanted. And ge got there. With high hopes and calm impatience the Khal's figure materialized from behind the ridge, and the landscape emerged from down below.

indentAnother valley.

indentDesception filled the Khal's chest with anger again, and his eyes narrowed in brooding fury. It had been so long since their departure that even with a wanderer heart Rakharo felt desolated. And he cursed in his native tongue, a growl so low and guttural that even his Khalas woud have heard them from the bottom of the hill and across the river.

indentThe life of a Single father had been anything but easy to the proud Khal. Zhavvi was his heart, there was no question about that, but sometimes she could be the most annoying bitch in the Srofosor (earth). It came as a constant pain in the ass to deal with he r rebelliousness, even more now that they weren't on known lands. Rakharo know she wasn't happy about the journey, but there was something she didn't understand about all of it. It was because of her. Rakharo wanted to give his daughter a place distant from his father's evil memories, far from the sadness he had dealt with himself upon his wife's death. But Zhavvi hadn't been able to fit that little detail in her small head. Instead, she came to him calling him a hypocrite and confronting him with teenager stupid problems and requests. She was bold. Too much for Rakharo's comfort, and she wasn't easy to control. But she wasn't impossible either.

indent"Tir ti bevi renthisj ekess ve hefoc batobot, Vafik." The beastly Khal growled, making sure his daughter knew her place again. She could be his Khalakki, but he was the Khal, and he didn't appreciate being challenged like that. "Vi kaldaka shilta ti maulk loaw. Vi Khalas maulkic ulnaus. Vi Khalas soneic ulnaus. Yth re dout Khalas, Zhavvi, wux maulk mrith udoka usv wux nugri ekess marfedelom." Rakharo hissed with severity. He wouldn't put up with his daughter's insubordination.

indentThe pale gold Khal chugged in fury when his whiny daughter further continued with the tantrum. He had had a hard time accepting his daughter was no longer an Enta, but now he wasn't so sure she had enough maturity to even hunt with the Khalas. She needed to learn that Rakharo, although he was his father, was first and foremost the Khal of the horde and that all of its members, included her, had to do what he told them. Not a single objection would be tolerated, specially from his daughter for as much as he loved her.

indent"Pok gewjir hefoc vin Enta, Zhavvi." he hissed, but was interrupted by a river of questions meant to break his severity. Those were the ones he hated the most. He wasn't stupid. He knew how manipulative his daughter could be and all the games she liked to play. He wasn't goiung to be a subject to her tricks. "Kwi pok coi vafik! Wux vucot si itov wux, vur batobot ui kii wux geou tir lae si yenta ios visidark. Yth confna tenpiswo tagoa di wux, ti ve; vur coi ui tagoa di wux batobot si nakta slathalinir ihk hesi waphic. Zyak wux geou majak throdenilt tekilek vur pok drekim mishun vi ulnot moxt riika!" he hissed again, this time turning around and looking away, giving even less importance to his daughter's tantrum even though deep inside her questions were hurtful.

indentIt was when Zhavvi asked what she had done to make the Khalas move that Rakharo understood she really didn't know what was going on. It was true, she had been the reason, but she hadn't done anything to make Rakharo make such decision. It stung in his heart to only think about telling Zhavvi what had happened back in Rhaesh Dahaan, it was too grim, but someday he would have to admit that Zhavvi was quickly becoming a tough girl, an adult, and that she would need to know the truth.

indentRakharo sighed looking at the dark horizon, Zhavvi had hit just r¡the right spot. He turned around and licked his daughter's nose in deep affection. "Wux tira ti tir tivol, Khalakki." he whispered, pain clear in his voice for as much as he tried to hide it. "Phlita youwei shinalta persvek Rhaesh Dahaan, sia danthe, vur si rigluin ekess troth wux. Shar batobot ui ti jathila jaka. Yth re tokeq tenpiswo. Tir ti xihood zahae hesi boja."

indentThe pain that his heart felt as he heard those two words was unbearable. Mother died. But she didn't, she was murdered. Savaged. And two brothers of Zhavvi had been as well. That's what she didn't know. It hurt not being able to tell her, knowing that she was oblivious about the atrocities her Grandfather had been capable of.

indent"si tir ti xihood zahae hesi boja, khalakki. si xihood zahae hesi whais. zahae hesi papref. nomeno ui hesi tobor jaka." he said in a low voice, resting his head on top of his daughter's. Zhavvi was adventurous, a true Dotharan. Wanderer's blood ran through her veins, and there was nothing Rakharo could do about that. ""Wux vucot... Wux ultro filki hefoc jacioniv... Dout dask jahus agantal zyak halkiva zahae wer treskri... Shar si shilta ti origato wux gethrisj kiri karif, khalakki, si rigluin ekess vucot batobot wux re tokeq... Yth geou kartah nomeno goawy, shio di coi, shar si rigluin wux ekess inglata ve wux geou ti gethrisj mojka. Origato ve tir sia kobtish lae opsola, origato ve troth wux svanoa si tiliw ti troth dout dask vur isthasyi..."

indentWith his head rested on Zhavvi, Rakharo could feel the sweet hum of her voice on his own skin. She had always been a reminder of the only woman he'd ever loved, her mother had been a goddes by the Khal's side and he just hoped his daughter would some day be held in the same regard as the beautiful Zhalia.

indentIt was true that Khal Rakharo feared for the future that awaited his Khalas, uncertainty had never been as strong before, but he still had faith in the universe. He knew that he hadn't made a bad decision by leaving Rhaesh Dahaan, it was his destiny, the Dosh Khaleen had told him so themselves, but he was uncertain and fearful as it only was natural. "Rhoa re ti pluvt, Khalakki. Rhoa re dastudr, vur tobor. yth tir ti ergriff pluvt shafaer Rhoa, yth gahri shafaer astahi vur svadrav yth seilor waoli hesina de Rhoa, yth xkhat plythu".

indent"Si tepohada ekess qe sgos ekess jaseve Rhaesh Dahaan ios irthir di svabol si jahus gethrisjir ekess ehtah, shar si count shafaer wer Dosh Khaleen vur wer xilunwai. Mobi jahus ehis zulf ihk udoka spical persvek wer achuak thaczil, zyak kii zexenuma?" he explained, knowing that Zhavvi didn't quite agree with leaving the homeland from the start. It had been a decision he had made to protect what was left in his life, and that wasn't something he didn't feel comfortable doing in a place so stained in blood.

indentThe promise Zhavvi made to Rakharo gave him peace, he listened to his daughter ask for freedom, and he beautiful speech was just about to make the golden Khalas cry (not), but it only lasted a second, after which the girl mentioned becoming the "wife of another Khal". There were no other Khali in the world that would be sufficient to please the golden Warrior's standards for his young daughter, and even if there was, he would never allow Zhavvi to leave his Khalas. Khalasi are enemies in the field by nature. There had never been two Khalasi that could coexist as long as they weren't the same. This was the piece the young girl was missing. A very, very important piece. And it made Rakharo furious.

indent"Svabol tir wux jatil ini voga Khal, Zhavvi" he said after pulling his head away from hers. "Wux geou nurti xkhat tivol di tikilvi batobot tiric ti belhal ekess sia Khalas, wux nymuer ve, Vafik? mobi ui thric visidark zahae coi!", he said in tranquil fury.

indentThe Khalakki didn't know what her father would have said if he ever got to know about her uncle and her. He was indeed from the Khalas, but he was of blood, and incest was unthinkable in such a radical culture. She would, eventually, put the weight of the world on her and it would probably crush her. But for now, she was doing really good at containing Rakharo's rage.

indentZhavvi promised she would never mate a Khal from another Khalas, which in some way made the unforgiving Khal cool down. It was the logical course of things for his only daughter to marry the next Khal. That, of course, if he didn't sire any more children, especially males.

indent"Wux tir ti rigluin ekess xihood zahae batobot jaka, Khalakki. Si geou put wux persvek vi bensvelk goawy mrith vi bensvelk sthyr svadrav wer tairais ui harkt. Shar ihk jaka, wux belhal ekess ve ergriff, vur ekess pamon else." he promised, returning to place his head on top of his daughter's.

indentRakharo meant more than what he said with his words, and he knew that Zhavvi would get the hidden meaning. She was of his property as his daughter, and he was the only one with the right to chose a mate for her. She did not posess that freedom as a Dotharan female, and there was no place in Rakharo's mind for any other way to do things. It was custom. And Rakharo was loyal to custom.