Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

To say Lavakho was a rational thinker would be an abject lie.  The gentle warrior was one to decide and act simply with his heart which he wore stitched tightly to his shoulder (metaphorically speaking -  this would be incredibly painful otherwise and not so cohesive to survival).   Her words and tone had ensnared his mind and had clamped their jaws down hard around his fast beating heart, as she tightened her grip with every thud thud thud.  

"Algbo, wux tepoha itrewictor batobat,"  he growled lowly in response, breathing hot breath on the back of her neck.  She had his full and undivided attention and he was wrapped tightly around her paw. "Vur re wux relgrir ve drivir, Zhav?" he playfully added in reaction to her... elderly statement.  

When she spoke of Rakharo, Lavakho was snapped back into reality.  His brother's daughter.  His brother's daughter.  How foolish he had been to entertain such terrible thoughts, if even for only a short time.  Slowly he backed away, putting some fair distance between himself and his tempting niece as he straightened himself back out.   "Wux re harkt ekess assume batobot ui svabol jaci ornla tir," he said becoming distant. " Jaci itovic wux throdenilt loupon tivol, wux vucot."