Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Zhavvi knew her neck was bleeding, she knew she would have to do something about that later. But for now she wanted to go. To finally have the freedom she wished to have was kind of as a reward to her. Before he father was even done dismissing her she was already running. Her long legs sped up, Zhavvi was fast. She was light and easily taken down, she only had her speed. The young girl, even after being pushed down and having a bleeding neck, soared over the fields out of Hoshor lands. She was freed.

Not once did she look back, her tail flagging high in the air after her. She was her own boss, and she would damn well survive and be amazing at it. Fuck her dad and the Khalas. Yes, her plans had failed and she didn't have a home but she had gotten something in return she would never expect to have. A sly smirk turned on her lips before panting started to take over. Freed.