Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Make sure to get your posts before tuesday. It's time to finish this thread

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

The pack seemed to agree with Rakharo's announcements, but it wasn't like they had a choice. Rakharo's word was final and whatever he comanded they would have to do without question unless someone decided to stand up to him. It would be foolish to stand up to the Khal.

The news of Lavakho's appointment as Khasak seemed to have no negative effect on the Khalas. Rakharo knew that his being his brother Lavakho's promotion might seem by favorotism, but he was the only one who'd earned the place so far, and he deserved it. Rakharo's trust in his brother had no comparison, not even to his previous Khasaks in Rhaesh Dahaan.

Vitihi seemed, like the rest of the pack, surprised by her sudden promotion, but deep inside the Khal knew that she understood the reasons behind it. Vitihi would have to do a great deal to prove that she was worthy of the rank, but Rakharo was faithful, she had a fire only dotharan did burning inside her. The Khal knew of her plans of becoming a spiritual guide for the Khalas, but being Khaleesi was not an obstacle for that. She would be a guide. A leader.

The memories of his late wife were still burning bright in Rakharo's mind and heart. Zhalia had been his moon and stars and he was sure that no other would fill the void she left in his heart, but marriage wasn't always out of love. He still wasn't sure if he could love Vitihi. He felt attracted to her, she was beautiful, but he still didn't know her that well. Still, she was the only good choice, for he would not take his own daughter as wife. He knew that she didn't approve of her dad getting another wife, but he didn't know that she would be so upset about it.

When she snapped, everything went cold.

"So you already forgot mother then!?"

And then as hot as lava.

"Good to know. Now all my respect for you has completely vanished..."

Everyone in the Khalas stood up to hold Rakharo's back, but none of them took action. Good. Zhavvi was still his daughter and he was the only one who could put some sense into her at this point. Her self was so rotten inside, so full of ire and bitterness that she wasn't thinking clearly, and that wouldn't take her far.

"Did you pick mother from..."

Rakharo looked at her without expression for a while, but when the insults to Zhalia, Vitihi and himself started flowing out of Zhavvi's venomous tongue his muscles tensed, his lips curled up in rage and his whole pelt bristled up in a display of fury. He would not allow anyone to insult him and his future wife, not ever his own daughter. She was old enough now to know her place, and she needed to grow up, or else her father wouldn't put up with her for too long.

"Just a breeding bitch because you..."

It was the last he heard coming out of her mouth, for in the moment he heard her calling her mother a bitch he too, snapped and lunged to pin his daughter to the ground with a hard grip on her neck and all his strength pushing down. He would not take this, not from her, not from anyone. He did it there to let the whole Khalas see what would happen if anyone dared stand up to him or confront him. He would win, he always did, and the fact that it was his daughter doing it wouldn't change the fact that he was the Khal and had the right to make everyone obey whatever it took.