My NAME IS!!!!!!!!!
Third Person POV
The Dothraki are nomadic horse-mounted warriors, who sweep across the vast central plains of Essos in search of plunder. Most of their society is centered around their horses: even their name for themselves in their own language, "Dothraki", literally means "riders". Dothraki "don't believe in money", instead taking what they want through raiding (which includes enslaving defeated peoples). The two resources they actually have on the plains of the Dothraki Sea are miles upon miles of grass, and horses. As people can't eat grass, the main staples of the Dothraki diet are horse meat and fermented mare's milk.
What material wealth or precious objects they do possess have been acquired through raiding surrounding nations such as the Free Cities, Slaver's Bay, or Lhazar, or from raiding other Dothraki hordes to take their plunder secondhand. The Dothraki do not so much function on the barter system, as they use the honor system: they frown upon "trade" but honor the exchange of gifts, such as tribute. Long ago the Free Cities decided that it was often less destructive to just give the Dothraki massive tributes in gold, finished products, and slaves, than to try to fight them off. However it seems that this rule that even ancient cities will shatter the pride of this warrior tribe.
A man, a simple hooded nomad with his features hidden by the shadow of his hood , was strolling in the vast planes of the essos as if its sandy environment was nothing to him. Soon he came across the territory of the dothraki but continued walking as if they were no threat to him. Soon the dothraki took notice of him and stopped him.
"Halt, do you have a tribute for the Khal?" the man guarding the area asked speaking in the Dothraki language "if not you cannot pass" He continued,
But the nomad simply shook his head side to side and carried on walking towards the area. The Guard screamed and picked his weapon and quickly ran towards the stranger. The man just sighed when the dothraki came close enough he just threw a straight punch and a resounding crack could be heard as he fell down on the scalding with his neck looking twisted. The other man that was with ran towards the man not learning from the mistake that his comrade did. This time the man finally made a move as he sped toward his attacker so fast that they could barely see him and smashed his fist into his chest and the sound of shattered ribs could be heard. The Dothraki spewed blood from his mouth and dropped much like his friend.
Soon more and more Dothraki came to the seemed looking at the two of their dead on the sandy planes. The man looked around at the men and women that were surrounding him and stayed on the woman as they had more loose clothes.
"Where is your Khal?" The stranger shouted in the Dothraki language as a man came forward. He wore a long braid that went below his knees signifying that he has not lost a single battle in life. He seemed to be in his late thirties to early forties and yet he had no signs of aging. He held the aura of savage veteran
"What do you want from me ,stranger?" The now revealed Khal asked the man that killed two of his warriors.
"So your Khal Brado the Khal that never lost, Well then I challenge you if I win your Khalasar has bow down to me. Is that understood?" The stranger shouted everybody was laughing at the audacity of this fool that was challenging their leader. And jeering at him.
"Very well Let us begin" The Khal said before he threw his fist which the challenger dodged with grace before grabbing his wrist and forearm and pulling dislocating the bones from his right hand. The sound of the Khals cries were overshadowed by the bones being snapped. The man quickly grabbed the Khals neck and lifted him despite being shorter than him. And proceeded to increase his grip on him.
"Well then do you give up?" The challenger asked. The Brado wheezed out a yes which prompted the man to let go dropping the Khal on the floor.
"May I know the name of the new Khal?" Brado asked, being surprisingly compliant despite being defeated especially for a dothraki.
"My name...My name is Ravana" The man revealed before he pulled his hood down revealing a boy that was around 14-15 years with Golden blond hair and odd eyes with one being emerald green and the other being deep black. He had an way of charisma and beauty about him.
"We cannot accept a steedless Khal" A voice could be heard from the crowd with Brado glaring around knowing that was not a rule for the Dothraki. The man just smiled and whistled. Soon a Roar could be a massive entity the size of a Hill landed behind the stranger. A large dragon with leonine features and a fiery red coloration. He has a grand mane, large fangs, and a pair of horns that curve backward. His wings are covered in fur, and its tail ends in a clump of such fur. Fire was emanating, the sheer heat was causing sweat and yet the victor was unaffected.
"How about now?" The man stated with a smirk as the creature bowed down to him. Shocking everyone. Soon one by one everybody bowed in reverence of their new Khal.
"KHAL RAVANA ,KHAL RAVANA , KHAL RAVANA!" They soon chanted as the leonine dragon roared.
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Ravana POV
It has been 2 years since the moment I escaped and the worst moment in my life happened to me. I was too arrogant with my powers and abilities. While I did summon Hyperion it took him some time to get here. So it was just me and my mom in the dessert. Blood was still pouring from her back and even with Medical intuition without the necessary equipment or medicinal herbs it was getting harder to treat and this ability that I chose made me know that my mom was going to die soon.
My mom knew this as well and soon told me about my father and what happened to her. As she told me her story I soon had rage manifesting inside of me. As my mom closed her eyes for the last time I swore to rise and completely destroy the Lannisters and make them wish for death.
Now here I was in the Khal tent finally solidifying the power that was necessary for me to rise against the Lannister.