Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Azzaro had an intense urge to leap forward and pin the disrespectful girl to the ground, to teach her a good, sharp lesson but restrained himself. Rakharo was her father, and therefore it was his job to teach her to be respectful not his. Nevertheless, he still found himself disliking the spoiled brat and couldn't help but think that the Khal might have made this monster himself. Sure, his intentions might have been good but he probably went about it in the wrong way and created this monster of a princess. Love was a terrible thing.

He watched as Rakharo pounced on Zhavvi and pinned her roughly to the ground. Good, he was disciplining her. Azzaro hoped she would shut up and submit to her father but she did not, instead she fought back, she growled and squirmed. That fool. For a moment, he almost felt sorry for the Khal. Almost. It was sad to have such a pathetic daughter, a daughter who did not know her place and rebelled.

Azzaro's tail flicked in frustration as he controlled himself, forcing himself not to leap at her and rip her throat at. Instead he snarled lowly, warning her, but refrained from acting..yet.