Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Lavakho has turned into much more of a megalomaniacal monster than I ever envisioned... and I love it.

While Lavakho had never spoken at length to the old man, Rhanno, he already knew he liked him. The two shared a deep rooted disdain for the shit-stirrer, Kivi, and while Rhanno may have not held the same personal vendetta that Lavakho held, but the enemy of his enemy was his friend. After his snort of disapproval, Lavakho nodded to him in agreement before his eyes drifted back to Kivi's prone body. She would be dealt with... and Lavakho was already brimming with ideas.

His brother began to speak and it was all the standard fodder. Everyone would be trained, blah blah blah, all that stuff. Neat-o. But the next bit of information that Rakharo provided took Lavakho by surprise. Although he had previously suggested his brother should take a wife, he hardly believed he would. The memory of Zhalia ran deep and Lavakho was unsure if his brother would ever get over her. But, he supposed it was time... and a wife could be a useful tool. But Vitihi, his childhood friend... she was no tool. She may have been the only proper choice, but Lavakho felt she deserved more. Sure, his brother would treat her right, but would she be loved? Lavakho was unsure. However, he was certain of his own jealousy.

Thankfully, Zhavvi's outburst distracted from his own disdain. Lavakho watched on with eyes wide as she caused a scene. His hackles bristled in aggravation as he took his brothers side, however... it wasn't his place to punish her. That would be her father's job.