j- fortify and strike

Sorry! I saw this a couple days ago but I had no time to reply until now! *covers eyes in shame*

It was strange trying to adapt to a world where he didn't have to worry so much about his daughter -except he was still pretty damn worried about her. He knew that she was not fit to wander around this world alone, specially not when this place is as far from Dotharan-like than its inhabitants. It was dangerous, and uncharted, and it made Rakharo's fatherly instincts tingle -no, explode.

But there was nothing he could do. His daughter had made a desicion when she spoke the things she thought, and now she didn't deserve her father's mercy. She had put that on herself alone. All Rakharo ever did was take care of her and give her a safe life and -suddenly, those thoughts were cut short when a howl, coming once again from the borders, called with a familiar tone.

Rakharo left behind his current activity to attend the call and swiftly moved to the edges of the territory where he found a silhouette he thought he would never see again.

Back when the tragedy had striked the Golden Khal's life only a few loyal Dotharan had sticked around the troubled Khal and his small family. And when he got to the sacred mountain seeking help, only a few Crones had been kind enough to aid him. One of them a mystical woman, sister of the man that had doomed Rakharo to an eternity of pain.

"Awazzi?" he called with what seemed to be a mixture of excitement, confusion and disbelief. "What on Rhoa's name are you doing here?" he asked as he walked closer, tall and proud, but evidently respectfull of the Dosh Khaleen's status. His tail, as was proper of a Khal was high up in the air, though. Awazzi could be the most respected crone of the Dosh Khaleen, but this was no Kraza Dothar where they had the power. This was Ramasar Hoshor, and here only Rakharo had power.