Hoshor Plains The Splendid Angharad

Popping in!

Lavakho hated trees.

They obscured the sky, which he thoroughly enjoyed watching, but shelter had become a priority with the coming storm. The clouds overhead twisted into ominous and dark shapes as they blew in the wind. He had watched from the plains for a while before setting off toward the northern reaches of the territory in search of shelter.  By no means was the bloodfang a smart man, but luckily for him, it didn't take a genius to realize that the clouds where a harbinger for rain. While the subtle signs of nature were lost on him, this time it screamed in his face.

He had settled in the thicket where the canopy of trees were thickest to wait out the night.  The deep roll of thunder echoed across the flatlands and Lavakho closed his eyes and listened to the dull rumble in the distance.  However, another noise apart from the thunder had caught his attention.  A voice.  One that he hadn't heard in a a very long time.

Vitihi?

He watched the slave lead her into the thicket with a wide grin of anticipation.  It had been far too long since he had seen her face.  The two had practically grown up together in Khal Drojharkosi's Khalas, but he hadn't seen her since she had begun to serve under the crones of the Dosh Khaleen.  Childhood friends, reunited once more.  He rose from his spot and bounded to Vitihi's side, practically knocking the slave girl who led her to the ground.  "Vitihi!" he exclaimed, showering her in licks and affection.  "You came!"