Rising Sun Valley There is no word for "thank you" in Doth...
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For the Blood of my blood, @Lavakho :D
This probably happened before Tomahawk joined them.

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indentToo many days had passed and there still hadn't been sight of the herds. They all were of nomad blood, they were used to the long days walking, but the situation was becomeing something Rakharo himself could barely abide. They sated their hunger with prey that wasn't invigorating enough, not as Bison at least, and it was turning into a nightmare. Lavakho had been on his side all along, his only loyal brother, his blood.

indent"Tir wux siofme yth geou ehtah coe, qoy qoyi?" Rakharo asked as they walked down yet another mountain. He thought he had started losing his faith, no Dotharan had even walked so far from the Rhaesh Dahaan, and the distance felt like worlds away. They had walked with faith of finding a place in which they could keep practising their customs, and so far all they had found were mountains and thick forests, none of those were proper places for grass runners like the Dotharan. They needed open spaces, lots of it, and it seemed to be something limited to the fatherland.

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Regret was not a concept that was completely understood by Lavakho and his 'streamlined' way of thinking. Usually, when faced with an important decision he looked to his brother to tell him what to do, where to go, and how high to jump.  He was always the more clever one anyway.  However, leaving Rhaesh Dahaan had been the closest thing to a regret to manifest itself within the soft-spoken warrior.  Silently, he longed to return to the plains he knew, that he loved.  

Though Lavakho wasn't the type to follow a dream or abstract concept, he was, on the other hand, the type to follow his brother wherever he would go like his shadow.  Mountain after mountain lay between them and their promised land and Lavakho wondered if he would ever see flat again.  His brother seemed so dead set on them finding plains of their own, but the gentle warrior was beginning to have his doubts after days of travel.  [hover=We will brother] "Yth geou isthasy," he mused as he struggled to keep up to his purposeful pace. [hover=If you think we will] "sjek wux siofme yth geou."
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indentThe golden rays of sunset infiltrating through the thick canopy were another reminder of the golden land Rakharo and his Khalas had abandoned. It was painful knowing that, in the event of failing to find the right place to settle, it would be him who should be blamed. He had been the only one to make the decision of looking for a new home, he had been the crazy one that decided Rhaesh Dahaan wasn't the only place with Bison. That seemed a stupid thing to think now, there were no Bison here, it was clear, and he could only hope for the land to not end as long as the Bison were still ahead of them.

indentLavakho was loyal, but even though he spoke with good intentions, he wasn't being helpful. His attempt of supporting Rakharo had only earned him a disappointed chug, "Coi jahus vi baclax jaseveir Rhaesh Dahaan." the Khal admitted, a thing he would only do in presence of Lavakho, he could be seen as weak if he did with anyone else. "Si tepoha coanwor claxir udoka ekess hesi hexlith shio nomeno tairais."

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Rakharo's admission of his mistake came as a surprise to the loyal brother.  His brow furrowed and ears bent backwards as Rakharo chugged with disappointment.  Though Lavakho was disenchanted with leaving his homeland, his disappointment did not lie with his brother, but simply the circumstance in itself.  The events of the past few months had been chaotic to say the least after the end of the war and the desertion of the rest of the Khalas, leaving Lavakho craving some shred of stability.   He clung to his brother like a life-raft cut adrift.

"Coi geou qe winhal isthasy.  Nomeno jahus thrice baclax," said Lavakho with a thin smile as he tried to reassure his brother.  However wary of the decision to travel to unknown lands, the soft-spoken warrior was fervently confident in his brother's leadership.   "Nomeno ui wer bensvelkilti ulhyrr yth tepoha. Filki siofme di Zhavvi."  Lavakho knew it was all for her, the last reminder of home Rakharo had.  
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indentRakharo's heart turned heavy with the mention of his daughter. She had been the main reason why he had made the desicion of leaving Rhaesh Dahaan. She had been the inspiration for his strength ever since the merciless Drojharko had ripped off the life of his true love and children. She was the only reason Rakharo was still fighting for their lives. He needed to keep going, turning around wasn't an option now.

indent"Wux re harkt, isthasy. Yth rigluin ekess nakta jacioniv tokeq." he said regaining a bit of confidence. Maybe some would say that Lavakho wasn't bright, and they were right to some extent, but he was a light in Rakharo's dark life, he had been all the time. "Nomeno verthichai shilta ti gethrisj shafaer malrak. Yth geou ehtah wer drogikh. Yth rigluin ekess." he said with a pint of distrust in his words, but he needed to convince himself of that. He had to be strong.

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Wux re harkt, isthasy.  These were the words Lavakho lived for, though he was rarely right in any circumstance.  However, his sentimental reminder of what they were fighting for seemed to have it's desired effect on the Khal, as he walked with more confidence than before. Though the decision to leave may have been rash and ill thought out, the reasoning behind it was sound and important.

Lavakho gave his brother a slight nod in solidarity as he walked beside him. "Si visp wux svabol. Sjek yth tir ti ehtah voga goawy hefoc Rhaesh Dahaan irsa wer vrrarral xinor, si geou sone sia jaxo,"  responded the large male with a heavy and deep laugh.  "Vur batobot ui vi inglata."
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Sorry for the delay! My posting has been a bit slow this week :s

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indentAt his brother's joke, a warm chuckle lit up the Khal's face. He didn't smile usually, and it seemed only Lavakho, aside from his one true love Zhalia, was the only one who could make such effect on the severe Khal. He knew Lavakho, as himself, had his doubts about the journey, it was only natural, but his confidence on Rakharo had been more fuel that the golden Khal had used to go on.

indent"Si tir ti siofme wux shilta itrewic dout kurjh jaxo, isthasy." Rakharo teased. It was an internal joke of them to mock their sizes, affectionately, but mostly by self-glorification. Size was held in high regard among the Dotharan, and it was hard to fint a wolf bigger than the Drojharkosi brothers.

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It's all good! I've been super busy lately and have a whole bunch of threads to catch up on.

It had been months since Lavakho had seen his brother smile, and after so long, he wondered if that sort of thing was even possible anymore.  After he lost so much during the war, Lavakho was skeptical that his brother could even feel happy again, figuring he was only a shell of the man he used to be.  Seeing the more amicable side of his brother brought a wide grin to the quiet warriors face. It had been far too long.

However, bouncing back was never an issue for the younger Drojharkosi brother.  Lavakho devoted little time to dwell on past events or decisions.  Instead, he usually opted to push them from his head, as if they never happened, allowing him to blissfully push forward toward the setting sun as if the world was new.  

"Wux nomag qe harkt isthasy,"  joked the larger of the two in reply as his tail swished mindlessly behind him. "Coi ui karif kiri othokent ihk ve."  He grinned wide as he turned to make a half-hearted attempt to grab at his own tail with no avail.  "Ocuir isthasy?" He added with a deep laugh.          
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@Lavakho I'm really sorry for the delay on my replies. Would you like to fade with your last post and have another one? :D

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indentIt had indeed been long since Rakharo felt the tranquility of being safe enough to smile. He had lost that when the constant reminder of his father's betrayal haunted him. He hadn't felt safety for too long, and now, thousands of miles away from those memories, Rakharo was learning to live again. Along his brother and his daughter it still felt like home; only without the stain of his wife's blood ruining the picture.

indent"Veh... Wux tepoha itrewictor vi smunsoua iwiek, isthasy." the Khal said nipping at Lavakho's belly in a teasing way. It was only wih whim that Rakharo would ever share this kind of moments. The rest of the world had lost that forever. It had all gone to the grave along with Zhalia. The moon of his life.

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Gotcha! I'd love to spree a couple threads with you if you want!  Hopefully it won't take too long to get you to 100 posts. Last post for me!

Panting from the circles he spun in demonstration, Lavakho lazily dropped to the ground with a winded huff.  Perhaps his brother was right, after the war ended, the warrior did very little to maintain his physique, seeing as there was not much to be fought except for the occasional hunt.  Although he was a being of pure muscle, his cardio definitely could have used some TLC.

"Veni wux," he joked to his brother between labored breaths.  "Si mi kssrech svern."  Lavakho rolled over to his back, casting his head to the side while his tongue hung lazily out the side of his maw.  Saliva dripped into the dirt, causing it to darken in a small pool.   "Svabol tir wux yenta yth pok tenpiswo? Seems vi bensvelk goawy ekess ve," he continued, stretching his limbs and yawning wide.  Travel had taken it's toll on the bulky warrior, far worse than it had on his smaller, yet older brother.  Although the sun was still high in the sky, the warrior deemed it the perfect time for a nap.
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Seems like I only need 50! We're almost halfway there! :D

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indentMany times during his brother's youth, Rakharo thought about the golden Lavakho's future. He had always been a distracted child, always running around with no real purpose, not to Rakharo at least, but now he knew what his brother's place in the world was. He was his own strength, the foundations to his emotional stability. Hadn't it been for his loyalty, and Zhavvi's survival, Rakharo would have probably taken away his own life a long time ago. He was a man of power, of physical power, and the only thing that had made his feelings come afloat had been his wife.

Rakharo chuckled when his brother dropped himself to the ground just like a tired puppy would do, and to his suggestion he nodded in agreement. They had already walked too much that day, and the sun was starting to set. "Wux re harkt isthasy. Coi tepohaic coanwor vi drong kear." he said looking around to make sure they could at least find a warm place to cuddle up for the night. And then, with a howl he let his daughter know where they were and their plans. She was adventurous, and she knew she couldn't get too far.