Rising Sun Valley Branching out to other males

@Zoratto

Zhavvi wandered through the camp they set up. The slaves were boring her and following her everywhere to make sure didn't escape, and the wolves she could have fun with weren't here. She wished her uncle would sneak her out with a good excuse so they could have some fun. Maybe she could have another male do that act for her. It didn't really needed to be with her uncle right? Zhavvi started to filter through the wolves she had been seeing around camp, but then her eyes fell onto a young male that she hadn't seem before.

The beautiful Khal's daughter jumped forward elegantly and then approached the red masked male. "Algbo ava'yorn mobi. svanoa janik wux qe?," Zhavvi asked curiously. The girl was rather sly and cunning. Having her own tricks to get what she wanted or to avoid any time of punishment from her father.

@Zhavvi fixed it

It had not been long since he had been accepted into Rakharo's khalas. And what a blessed time it was. He was separated from Rhanno, that bastard, and was free to do as he pleased in the khalas, so long as he followed his orders and travelled with the khalas when they moved. He was content, and eager to being his training to become an Ezok. He was growing closer and closer to his first year, in the second summer moon. The silver-furred male could not wait for that day, and already he was shadowing the older males, watching them as they practiced.

But today, he decided to stay within the camp, learn the names of a few wolves. The lanky youth stood in the edges of the camp, awkwardly watching the coyote slaves trot by on their duties. He brooded there in silence, until a goddess walked towards him.

The khal's daughter. He stared, openmouthed, appalled that she would grace him with her divine presence. When she spoke, he blinked, pulling away from his trance. "Sia...s-sia ominak... ui Zoratto." He stammered, gulping his fear. A Dotharan warrior did not balk in the front of any danger. "Ki Remekhosi." He added, matching her eyes.

Thanks <3

Zhavvi looked at the younger male, wondering if he could bring her any fun. She wondered if he was done with being a pup and wanted to be a male. Her curious green eyes scanned over him with a mysterious expression. One that couldn't be brought if it was just a sly trick or a charming smile. Her tail rose confidently. "Zoratto," she repeated with a grin on her muzzle. Her green eyes scanned over him as she then approached him instantly invading his personal space, which Zhavvi often forgot.

She was a vain little thing. She wanted to hear how pretty she was, because of course she was the prettiest in the whole land. But also the toughest and the most cunning. "Wux tuor ekess tir creolnali diwhaf?," she questioned, her voice dipping. She wasn't sure if he was up for it. Maybe if she would trick him to do it. She wanted to explore outside of camp and she could blame it on him if they would get caught. Oh yes, perfect.

Zoratto was painfully inexperienced when it came to female interaction, barring Navi and Eshinni. He did not feel sexual attraction towards the young girl; he felt like he was an older brother to her, rather than her future mate. He did admit that she was growing beautiful, but he would rather see her off to another male, someone they both trusted, and she loved, hopefully. Eshinni was an old crone, and he despised her, but not as much as he did her husband. But her. The khal's daughter. Zhavvi. The khalakki. She was a different breed of woman. He trembled, very slightly, when she said his name. And he thought he was tough.

The red-eared wolf gulped as she pressed closer. He could smell her better now, and she smelled wonderful. His tail began to dance behind him, but he forced himself to lower it. What if the khal saw? "Ah..." He began. Svabol tira wux tepoha persvek ricin, khalakki?

Zhavvi's tail started to wag too, to coach the male on to something more. She liked to do more with him. Her slender body was so close to him but she wasn't sure if the young male got what she meant. Hadn't he matured yet? Maybe she should just go to her uncle for this. She forwardly nipped at his ear and jumped up against him. "Slathalin ve,' She then spoke in such a sultry manner it might have seem like she didn't want him to fight her. She kinda did want to have her fighting skills bette but she always wanted to see if this male could give her any fun.

She leaned in closer to the younger male. "Vur sjek wux ultrinninan si janik origato wux maurg ve," She called out for no one to hear but Zoratto. If Zhavvi didn't like him she might run to her father with his scent on him tell her this male did 'weird things' to her. Inside of her mind she got the most wicked grin. Oh how mean and sly she could be.

He had no problems fighting with girls; he and his sisters, both full- and half-blood, fought numerous times. He wrestled with the more outgoing girls of his khalas too, numerous times. But with the Khal's daughter?! The young man, blinked again in awe. But she was insisting that they fight. And she even offered a reward.

The boy was reaching the end of his maturity; given a few more months and he would be sexually capaple. But he was not ready for this yet; and he knew it. Khalakki, si shilta ti tir batobot. Si mi ti krathin...

Zhavvi's face instantly turned more sour as she looked at the me that could not satisfy her. Her green eyes almost turned extra cold as she scowled at him. Well at least he was honest, on part of her brain reasoned. But that still meant that the boy was utterly boring and no use to her. "Filiik wux re di thric klae ekess ve hak,' Zhavvi returned rather bluntly. But it was true. A man that was not focussed on sex yet she wouldn't have 100% control over. Zhavvi had realized that quickly enough.


She was wondering what her father would do if he would find out what she had done with her uncle.. and oh.. she almost forgot, with that local and his weird speech. Well whoops. At least she hadn't gotten her heat yet. Then she would have to watch out. She didn't not want to face her father with her belly full of young from someone her father didn't approve. He would probably bite them from her belly while everyone watching. She shivered, rather not.

And just like that, he lost favor with the princess. The young boy hit himself metaphorically over the head for his idiocy. Why didn't he just listen to her! Wouldn't that be better than just flat out refusing the khal's daughter?! Zoratto was worried now, what would she do now that she was no longer interested in him? What would she say to her father?

Um, Khalakki... nomagqe si shilta service wux persvek lyrik ways? He had no idea what these other services would entail, but it was better than not being liked by the head honchos of this small khalas. Good relationships mattered when the khal was so small...

Zhavvi could smile from the inside of her body. The male was already kissing her feet with one quick sentence. She liked that. He reminded her of their coyote slaves they kept. Oh well, for what kind of thing could this male be even useful. She studied him for a moment and then shook her head. She would need to think about this. She was rather mean, driving this male in to a corner like a weak prey. If he would have done as she said then he would talk to her dad and now he refused her he was also not in the female's good senses.

"Si tir ti ocuir svanoa wux shilta qe di tikil klae di ve. Nomagqe wux shilta grommi ve usv itrewic ve creol achthend, shar hak wux ornla qe thric desta loupon wer siliti yth nakta. Ui batobot svabol wux tuor?," Zhavvi returned to the male, exactly what had been on her mind.

Thric The young boy knew how it was to be a slave, though not for a pretty woman such as she. But if she was as bad as Eshinni was to her slaves, then he did not want any part of that. Si tepoha coanwor vi silit drong aurthon, khalakki. Si ornla|dah ysik qe creolnali befitting vi papref Dotharan arytiss. He looked up at her, his eyes trying to be as cold as Rakharo, but clearly failing. His hopefulness betrayed him.

Dout bodyguard, nomagqe? Yth re vi sart khal, vur nomenoi lands re vekik. wux ornla rigluin creolna ekess troth wux svadrav wer lyrik arytissi re mojka. He hoped she was not one of those warrior-type women. His place in this khal would diminish even lower if he insulted her more.

She is so evil omg. xD

Zhavvi looked mildly surprised for a moment when the male admitted that he had been a slave. Now she thought about it, it made most of his behavior far more clear. Her green eyes caught the softness in them, along with the suggestion of him being her bodyguard was almost laughable. Zhavvi didn't laugh at his face immediately. She studied him for a moment, making the amusement go away. At least he seemed determined to be her bodyguard.

Zhavvi looked around and then spotted a kind slave coyote. Svent batobot silit svern mobi, sjek wux succeed wux nomag qe sia shivi." Zhavvi grinned in a sly manner. She wanted to fight for herself, yes. But this didn't mean that she wouldn't need a body guard. Now she just wanted to see how well he could kill and IF he could kill one of the kinder female slaves that worked hard.

Wow. She really does know how to wrap men around her finger paw. XD

Zoratto's eyes flitted towards the slave. He was glad it was no wolf slave, for he could not bring himself to do that. A coyote was another matter; even in Rhanno's khalas, coyote slaves were lower than wolf slaves. He nodded, matching her eyes and hoping that he would betray nothing of fear or hesitation in his own green-gray ones.

The silver wolf strode towards her, calling to the slave in his deep, booming voice. Silit! He walked closer to her, now that her attention was on him, and lunged. His fangs dug into her neck, simultaneously crushing her windpipe and breaking her neck. He shook, wringing her neck and silencing her.

The young boy let her go, his breath coming fast. He just killed a canine. She was no wolf, but it still bothered him. He shook his head once more to control himself, then turned to her. Si filiik si mi dout shivi jaka, khalakki.

I know right? Isn't is amazing! :D Omg. I can actually see them become friends like Podrick and Brienne in GOT? :D

Zhavvi raised her chin as she watched the boy scurry off. She didn't think he would be able to do it but he surprised her. Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly when he called out for the slave and then killed the kind coyote. Zhavvi was actually quite fond of her but since she betrayed Zhavvi once to her father this would mean her death. Well, what a pity. Not. The slender princess watched how he jumped and killed her. Not very elegant but it would do.

"You surprised me. And I do keep my promises, so, yes. You are my guard now. Don't disappoint me. You will be my guard so that means I am your Khaleesi. If I go somewhere you can not tell my father and you will have to join my as my guard. Understood?" Zhavvi instantly demanded. She wanted this rules loud and clear.

Except you replace Brienne with Cersei. XD

The blood clung to his muzzle stubbornly, and if he did not clean it off, it would dry and eventually match the color of his "mask" and ears. The young warrior licked the blood off absentmindedly as the princess expressed her approval. He smirked, pleased that he had gotten her favor and was now her bodyguard. He hoped that she would travel a lot so that he may see more of this new land that her father was leading them through.

"I do, Khaleesi." He could not dream of ever failing her, especially considering who her father was. Zoratto finished cleaning whatever he could of the blood from his mouth, and now set his attention on the body. "What do we do with that?"

OMG XD Also it would be really funny if Rakharo would send Zor away for being to close to Zhavvi lol! He would be in such a struggle because Zhav is his Khaleesi and shouldn't obey the khal xD SO mean. Moehaha

Zhav nodded, seeing that the male licked the blood away. Why would he? "Leave the blood. It will show the others that you killed, at least you wouldn't be seen as weak," she pointed out. Her tail raised high along with her head. The young princess then let her eyes fall on the body that was limply laying before them.

"Leave her here it is a warning for other wolves and coyotes that come too close to our clan,' she young cunning female spoke. Zhavvi could be really horrible, but slaves didn't deserve burials. They would have to rot in the fields being eaten by other things. That was how life goes. "Now lets go."

I want him to yell: "KHAAAALLEEEESIIIII" someday. XD

He paused then, at Zhavvi's urging. He was nervous that the khalas would retaliate at a slave's death, especially since it was such a small khalas, with such few slaves. But he let the rest of the blood stain his coat, whatever patches were left on his mouth.

The young wolf looked towards the dead body once again, but felt nothing. She was merely a slave, to be used by her masters for the rest of her life. He would capture more slaves later, just for his Khaleesi, but for now, he followed after her tall, proud form, entering his new occupation as her bodyguard.