Hoshor Plains The Promised Paradise [Claiming Howl]

Finally, the Caiming Howl and Discovery Thread of Hoshor Plains.
I know not all of you are done with the pledge thread, but if you want the EXP for founding a pack you're more than welcome to post a vague reply howling along. It would not be cool to leave someone out :P

- @Lavakho @Zhavvi @Kivi @Azzaro @Raezho @Zoratto @Laqikki @Rhanno @Tomahawk -

indentA morning just as dull as the last forty recieved the golden Khal with coldness. Ever since the day they reached the lake it had been the same, boring, quiet, discouraging. The hopes of truly finding what Awazzi had promised so many moons ago had already faded away, and the Khal, just by a reflection of his regretful heart, could only keep walking forward, to the unknown, to the uncertainty of yet another mountain to cross, another lake to surround, another starless night to spend far away from the Dotharan world.It was weakening, hard to keep moving forward for the proud warrior king of Rhaesh Dahaan. He had never spent so much time traveling, not even when he had always been part of a nomadic culture. Only one direction he'd walked since his departure. West. And it had only proved as bad a desicion as it would have been walking south or east. There was no place like the great grass sea.

Rakharo opened his eyes to find a thick fog covering everything around him. It was just like that every morning around the lake. But this time he just couldn't find the strength to get up and get to walking once again. There was no point in doing it. He would keep finding anything but plains for miles and miles. So he just stared at the water from the warmth of the sleeping Khalas all around him. He watched its movement. How it went back and forth. How the waves created peaks and pushed the stones away just to pull them back again. How the colors of the sky and the trees around it reflected specks of light. White. Blue. Green... Golden...

Rakharo blinked confused. A reflection in the water. A shape he hadn't seen for moons and a color that made it all seem unreal. He got up slowly, narrowing his eyes in an effor to see through the fog which started fading away to reveal a signal of the gods just across a narrow in the lake. The blood flowing through Rakharo's veins started pumping in excitement as he got up and took a few steps forward. There was no mistake. It was so real. He barked aloud to wake up the group of loyal wolves that had followed him without question, they who had out their faith on him. But it startled the beast away, and Rakharo, in an rush of adrenaline, leapt forward to give it chace. Across the river, splashing water all over and getting soaked. It didn't matter. He entered the forest that surrounded the lake once again, folloing the gold. He lost iot for a moment, just the moment he ran into open field to see the Golden beast blend into a full herd of Bison, gathered by the thousands and covering a golden sea of grass that stretched for miles. The sun was shining. Golden and bright in the blue sky above everything. And Rakharo knew he had found the place. The promised land. A Dotharan paradise. His new home.

A loud howl echoes in the air as Rakharo, elevated by his discovery, rose his snout to the sky. He was claiming this land for his Khalas, and he was calling for them to do the same themselves. All the worries faded away in that instant. He had found the place he'd benn looking for for moons, and it was perfect. Guarded to the northeast by rocky wall-like mountains, and bathed to the southwest by miles of rushing fresh water. He was claiming the land that was promised to him, the Golden Plains announced in the prophecy, and he would guard it and it's beastly inhabitants with the strength that only a Dotharan warrior king had. The strength only Khal Rakharo had.