Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

Standing in the shallows of the creek bed, Lavakho struggled to regain a sober composure.  Her tempting nature had lured him further and further down a rode that he desperately did not want to travel.  However, the flesh was weak and every ounce of his being screamed 'go back to her, Stupid', much to his awkward displeasure.  

Anyhow, a shred of self control returned to the gentle warrior as her tone changed, making it much easier to expel the nasties from his head.  Zhavvi the child was back, taking the Zhav the seductress' place within the mantle of Lavakho's perception.   "Shar, wux re tokeq," he quietly reassured with a dip of his head.  Though Rakharo could be viewed as an overprotective pops, to his loyal brother his actions had been completely justified.  After everything they had been through, the girl just wouldn't understand. "Creol kear wux geou vucot." She would have to.

"Vur Zhavvi, wux re ghergo. Wux tir ti tepoha ekess xihood zahae mishun youwei," he said in earnest as he returned to her side, gently pushing his muzzle into her neck.  She was correct to assume her father would more-than-likely challenge her selection of a mate, however, this severely limited her options as Rakharo was a fierce warrior, capable of besting even the most seasoned warriors on the battlefield.  Perhaps Lavakho would have a fighting chance.  He had his older brother in size, though, he lacked the same finesse, but — no, no, no.  These thoughts would not be permitted.  Not his own brother.