Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

This will be my last post. The thread will remain open for you to post once again if that's what you want, but it will be archived eventually.

Rakharo watched with hidden guilt how his daughter's neck was bloodied without remedy. She had put that onm herself, she had made him do it. But at least he hadn't chosen to do it the way his father had decided to make him his enemy. Rakharo had earned his position and respect just like Zhavvi had earned just the same, only her respect was unexistent.

She told him he had been the chain in her life, that he had confined her to a dreadful life, when all he ever was was her protector. He was indignant and outraged, Rakharo was a proud wolf, and his own daughter's wrds hurt him badly.

That "you can't fire me because I quit" game was not appealing at all for Rakharo either. He would have the last word as he always did, and so he pushed his daughter away from beneath him and snapped at her once again.

"Anha vazhak yeraan thirat," he growled, "But only because my blood runs through your veins. I will not be what my father became," but it would be the last time. "Es havazhaan!" he barked sharply and then took off to chace his own daughter away from the land that was supposed to be her heaven.

Rakharo would run behind her until the scent of Hoshor Plains' land was no longer there, and then he would watch until her figure disappeared in the distance. He would not be merciful with her again, he would not take again her insubordinance, but deep within he sincerely hoped that she would survuve long enough to realize that she needed her father's protection, that she was nothing without him.