GoT- Dothraki Warfare: IC (Nydie & Suspect)
It had been a month since the death of Khal Drogo and the division of his Khalasar. That month had been hard on everyone, especially the females of the group who had taken the loss of their beloved Khaleesi the hardest. The men fared much better, as none had any true attachments to the woman of their former Khal, a man who had proven to be weak toward the end of his life and been shunned by his people. The Khalasar had been divided, those who remained loyal to Drogo had been left behind to live or die as fate decided, and the rest leaving those few behind to find their own paths. Some rode off to Vaes Dothrak in search of a new Khal to follow and a new clan to join. Other remained, watching as the men of Drogoís former khalasar fought for the rights to be named Khal.
Emi had little choice in her fate, although she would have preferred to remain behind with the khaleesi, she had been forced by her parents to remain with the clan, watching as day after day the men of the group fought. Each night brought a new funeral pyre, the clan gathering together to watch the body burn before moving off the next day. It was hardly the life Emi and her family had been accustomed to just a months before with Drogo in charge; it was hardly a life at all if she thought about it. She had tried to persuade her father into going back, believing that life with the khaleesi would be better for all of them, but her father refused. He believed that Vrelo would be the next Khal, and he was determined to remain on the manís good side.
Emi knew very little of Vrelo outside of the fact that he fought and rode well, which with her people were traits to be admired. To her, the manís tone was too harsh and he had very little idea of how to keep people loyal to him. It was a mistake for her family to follow him, that much she felt deep in her heart, he was not made of the same strength as Drogo, but no one other than her mother knew Emi felt such a way. She wouldnít dare speak out against the man out loud, knowing to do so would end in punishment or possible banishment from the khalasar, and neither idea was very welcomed to the young woman. So day after day she rode behind her parents, following a man who would ultimately lead them all to their death.
This day had been relatively peaceful, with no fights having broken out. They had covered quite a bit of distance, although there had not been much of a break in their travels and little time to converse with her parents. Not that it would have mattered much anyway, they had very little to say to each other. Emi had not felt the same closeness to her father as she had previously, now she merely followed his commands and remained silent. There was not much that she could say, not when she truly did not want to be where she was, and even more so since she did not share the same faith in Vrelo that her father did.
At the moment Emi was riding behind her mother, her light brown eyes occasionally straying from their path to glance over the other members of the clan. No one appeared overly optimistic with the situation the way that it was, yet they did not seem eager to escape the situation either. They followed behind Vrelo obediently; following his orders and his lead blindly with very little fight. The stronger men of the group had already fallen in battle against him, which meant there were very few remaining who believed they were up for the task of challenging Vrelo for the position. Casting one final glance at the group ahead, Emi returned her attention to her horse, a hand reaching out to stroke the beasts mane before encouraging the animal to pick up the pace. They would be getting ready to set up camp soon, and Emi did not want to be left behind.
He was gone and now his men are killing themselves to be the new Khal. It was an absolutely tragic display upon them all. It was a gruesome site everywhere you went; he couldn’t bare it any longer. He stayed put in his tent, getting tired of going out in the day, the smell of blood tickling at his nose. Even when he wanted some fresh air, nothing but blood. He was nearly sick to his stomach every single day. It has now been a month later since the death of Khal Drogo, a man who was never defeated in battle. A man who lead a large troop of future leaders. And now, they were fighting each other, just for something neither one of them deserve, something that will be decided fairly and that was to take Drogo’s place as the new Khal.
Geoff heard about a group of people leaving Vaes Dothrak and he was right behind them. He saddled up his black horse and grunted softly as he got on its back, grabbing at the reigns. He kicked the horse in its side as it began a slow gallop. The scenery was too barbaric to watch. He simply shook his head seeing the many bodies that scattered the grounds of Vaes Dothrak. Luckily the Khaleesi was kept in her tent, with several slaves attending to her every need. He wanted to stay and guard her but this beginning to be too much for him. His men, well Drogo’s men, were doing nothing but making themselves look very pathetic and weak, fighting for something that may never well be theirs.
He continued on riding until he caught up with the group. Seemingly everything seemed peaceful and calm, since there was no clinging of the swords heard about. He sighed softly to himself as he continued on riding. Vrelo? Was he now leading this troops? What was becoming of this? He thought all too well to himself. His face scrunched up in complete disgust as he didn’t trust Vrelo one bit. But he had everyone else following his orders. Geoff wasn’t going to have it and one day, he was going to show it, just not today.
Geoff stayed in the middle of the group, following the pace of everyone else as he knew that sooner rather than later, they were going to set up camp somewhere near here. He rolled his eyes and just wished they would hurry up before the night falls, which was nearing.
(Sorry it took me so long to post. I meant to do it yesterday, but I had the day from hell. >_<)
Emi continued to dwell on the shattered remains of Drogo's clan, barely acknowledging the fact that her mother had slowed her mount in order to trot along beside her. It wasn't until her mother swatted her arm that Emi finally took notice of her mother's change in position and the fact that the rest of the clan had began to slow down, signaling they would soon be stopping for the night. Frowning at the older woman, Emi nodded her head in understanding, easing the pace of her horse to match that of everyone else. As much as she did not want to be there, the woman was grateful that they were finally breaking for the day.
"What troubles you so much that you would run ahead of the group?" Her mother asked quietly, causing the young woman to whip her head around to look at her. Shaking her head, Emi refused to comment. They had already had this talk several times, each time Emi confessed to wanting to go back to the members that were left behind. She did not vocalize her opinion of Vrelo, nor did she speak against her parents, but she did state her desire to have remained behind often. It got to the point where her father would glare at her each time, telling her that those were silly female ideas, and that the khaleesi had no idea how to lead their people to anything other than death. A part of her knew that he was right, but in her heart, Emi felt as if she had betrayed Drogo by abandoning his wife.
"It's nothing mother. I am anxious to camp." Emi lied coolly, deciding that at the moment that was her best option. The older woman seemed satisfied with the answer, for moments later she moved back to her position in front of Emi, casting on final glance at her daughter before following behind her husband. Shaking her head at how easily she could lie, the young woman sighed softly to herself. She began to wonder how she was the only person in the khalasar that had any concerns about their new leader and the direction that the clan was heading in. For the past month they had lost some of their best fighters, and even more of their best raiders, either due to Vrelo's ignorance or the fact they felt they could form their own clan.
Scanning over her shoulder at the group behind her, Emi narrowed her eyes at the few males that lingered in the group. She had started to learn that there were two types of males that now resided in their clan, Vrelo's supporters who followed the man without question, and those who were waiting for the moment to break away unnoticed. It made little sense to pay either group any attention. One would just annoy here, and the others would disappear in the future, never to be seen again. The woman envied the latter group, wishing she could break away to find a clan with a leader that she respected, but she could not; not as long as her parents wished to remain.
Scowling briefly at the members behind her, Emi faced forward once again, peering around her mother to see what was going on in the front of the line. Moments later she was brought to a halt when her mother's mount stopped, signalling that camp had been found and it was time to prepare for the night. Sliding off her horse, Emi took hold of the reins and began to follow along behind the rest of the women. It was going to be a long night if the day was anything to judge by, and she could not wait to actually get some sleep. At least when she was sleeping she didn't have to deal with all of her troubled thoughts.