Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

Maybe one last round :P This is the last chance you'll have to make that third post if you don't have it. Only the ones that make three posts in this tread will be elegible for EXP!

The Khal enjoyed his meal, as it was his right to be the first one to take a bite for being Khal and everyone respected his position he had the whole Bison for himself for a couple minutes. He tore the skin open and started ripping out big chunks of meat from the beast's belly and organs, th epart with the most nutrients as it was his right, and when he thought he'd had enough he permitted the rest of the Khalas to take their part. The feast was for the Khalas, they had worked together to earn it, and with it a whole land to call home.

The place still needed a name, one that was worthy of the Dotharan and their blood. A name in Doth would be the only option. The grass that surrounded them, although vibrating with life still held the characteristic color of the hottest days of summer. A rich golden green that extended for miles in every direction. "Ramasar Hoshor" were the words that described the paradise, but it still was part of a land that he did not understand, it wouldn't be right to rip it appart from its roots.

"Ui mobi vi lex ihk Ramasar persvek wer munth ooble?" he asked Tomahawk who had stayed in the shadows since the hunt started. She was a native, she knew the tongue and her main duty would be breaking the comunication barrier the Dotharan confronted in this new land.