Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Zhavvi was soon grasped by her father, which was to expect. The slender female ignored all the others of the Khalas. They weren't of importance to her. She wished them all dead. Zhavvi had no connection with anyone really, well, maybe except for Lavakho... But he also had a plan to get him in trouble, technically she didn't care about him either. Zhavvi knew that struggling would only make it worse but she couldn't help but press her back paw against her fathers neck. She wanted to try and poke his eye out, just a bit more flexibility she needed to be successful.

It looked like the girl wasn't bothered too much. She kept on growling. She had more willpower than her father, at least she believed that. And Zhavvi was not a quitter. Her tried to move her hind paw further. Even if that meant this being her death, she wouldn't live in a Khalas where her father just picked a Khaleesi not even qualified to rule. Zhavvi wondered if he father could even kill her. After all the time protecting her from everything... He would probably not even manage to kill her. Zhavvi was eager to see what her father would do. Because holding her down against the ground didn't make her feel anything. She wouldn't stop struggling and her father would have to hold her for a long time, since she was never going to submit to him ever again.