Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

There was truth in Rakharo’s words. The Dothoran’s strength came from its unity and the ability to channel an individual’s ferocity to facture seamless teamwork. From hunting to raiding, the Khalasar worked as a single unit to rend its path – and so it was strange for Kivi to have ventured so near another tribe’s purchase alone. This land was strange, and the natives obviously didn’t obey the same laws so familiar in Rhadsh Dehaan. Plus, Kivi was female. A woman’s status was already below a man’s… and it was bad enough she acted outside her traditional role. If she survived this ordeal her reputation would certainly be tarnished.

Vitihi’s face was reticent as the Khal continued to address his people, deep gaze watching the shallow rise and fall of Kivi’s breast. The pale maiden couldn’t comprehend her comrade’s motive, but the Khal would be sure to enact strict contingencies to reunite his followers. They would all study to be warriors or wardens, for one. Vitihi thought the art of fighting was quite a beautiful dance. However, though she had been raised amongst the Dothoran’s savage ways, she was not particularly suited for the task. Never the less, she would train hard for her Khal and Khalas, as they all would. The Silakeesi gave a small nod of approval, gaze wandering between the other pack members.

Next, Rakharo announced his Bloodfang. Lavakho was to run with the leader – to which Vitihi was utterly delighted. She wished only the best for her dear friend, and knew his rightful place was besides his half-bother. Though soft spoken, Vitihi couldn’t help but shout a whoop of approval. However, Rakharo’s next announcement left her speechless. A Khaleesi? Quickly, she searched the crowds for a woman suited for the task, but found the Khal’s blazing eyes directed at her. She attempted to remain composed, but before Vitihi could utter a single word Zhavvi, the Khal’s daughter, began an outburst.

The girl snarled herself feral, spatting jeering remarks about Rakharo’s choice. Vitihi only knew their history second hand, but Zhavvi laid her personal feelings on thick in front of the whole Khalas to see. Breeding bitch… Vitihi’s eyes narrowed, ears folding back in disdain for Zhavvi’s noxious words. Never could she have imagined speaking to Nevakko this way, no matter the circumstances. Fortunately, many were quick to rally in an attempt to subdue the irate yearling. Yet, even Vitihi knew, the final word would have to come from Rakharo himself.