Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

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- @Lavakho @Zhavvi @Kivi @Azzaro @Zoratto @Rhanno @Vitihi @Tomahawk -

Although his daughter battled back, Rakharo kept his grip, and tightened it around her throat even further as she did. This would not be the moment she made him look weak, but sadly, this would instead be the moment he had to make the toughest decision he'd made since he left the homeland.

Zhavvi's strength was nothing compared to Rakharo's, but that didn't make it any easier for the father to inflict so much pain on the girl. She had been his life, the last of it, ever since Zhalia died. He was sorry that she had not had the chance to meet her, and he would do anything to change that, but he couldn't do anything now to change Zhavvi. All he could do now was either obligue her to submit or vanish her from his land for as hard as it could prove.

The Khal decided that his grip on her had been enough when his mouth was filled, and even dripping blood flowing out of her throat. Had he been too harsh on her?

"Everyone leave!" he instructed his Khalas pulling away from Zhavvi's throat but staying all over her with his body and heavy paws holding her in place. "Ajjin!" he growled exasperated.

For a moment, the Khal just stood there growling at his daughter, looking at her in the eye to try and get some form of submission from her before saying:

"All I ever did in my life since your mother and brothers were slaughtered was taking care of you. You are my daughter. A Khalakki. And your mother was dearest to me, but you have changed, Zhavvi. Something inside you has grown too strong for me to handle, something dark, and if you can't keep it under control to at least respect me as your father and Khal you leave me no other option that to punish you for your behavior. In this moment you are no different than the rest of the Khalas. You are no Khalakki anymore. You have lost that right." he growled in a low voice close to her face.

"I will take Vitihi as my Khaleesi, and with her I will breed strong Dotharan warriors. If you choose to be a part of that family you will respect everything about it. Even the memory of your mother, who I loved like no other." he stopped for a second, "But if you choose to behave like the Vikeesi you have lately, I will have no other option than to vanish you from my life and my Khalas. Do you hear me?" he demanded, poutting a paw on his daughter's shoulder and pushing down hard.