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"Thud
Thud
Thud"
Came the thunderous sound of the Horses, roaring down the Dothraki fields as they rode by. The Khal rode at the front of his selected group of riders, his five bloodrider always at his side. The Khal was a massive man, the pelt and head of a great black wolf atop his head and a strange large axe strapped to his back, along with the Khal's traditional whip at his hip. This group was chasing after a herd of wild horses, hoping to capture some to add to the khalasar. They closed in when one Dothraki stood on top of his horse and jumped onto a wild one,, throwing a lasso around its neck as the man held on for dear life. The rest circled in on other horses, lassoing them and holding them steady to calm down. Some got away, but the others were captured and bucking wildly. The Khal looked over the ones that had been caught, a faint smile on his lips at the new horses, his own pitch black mare looking at them curiously but obeying the Khal's slightest adjustment or direction

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It was no secret that Dothraki horses were the most coveted equestrian animals of all the breeds. They were strong and fast, hardy to the point of stubbornness and refusal to die. The Khal was not the only one out on the Dothraki Sea hunting for horses.

A woman rode on a horse that was not her own, her auburn hair tied tight in a long ponytail. The tip brushed her lower back, which was bare. She gazed around with sharp hazel eyes, listening for the thundering hoofbeats of wild herds. She was flanked by two men, strong looking Dothraki with spears as their weapons. A curved blade rested on her hip. She didn't look quite full-blooded Dothraki, perhaps the result of a Dothraki lying with one of the lighter skinned women of Westeros. They were not a Khalasar, not in the least, but the men seemed loyal to her.

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One of the Khal's bloodriders spotted her and yelled over to him. "There's three riders!" He said. Draugr looked over, his wolf head that covered half his face turning with him. "Hmmmm..... Only three? What would they be doing out here?" He mused to himself. "Take the horses back. Half of you stay with me." He ordered as they hopped to his command

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"We've come across a Khalasar," One of the men rode up beside her, his horse giving an unhappy snort, "Should we fight or run?"

"We're riding on horses from the West," The woman replied with an annoyed grimace, "They'd run us down in moments. There's no use in fleeing. Hopefully, things won't go too bad."

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Draugr and his bloodriders watched her as the horses were led away. The lnstant they were well away, Draugr turned toward the strange trio and rode closer, but stayed a safe distance. "Who goes there?" One of his bloodriders yelled over

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The men looked to her and she nodded. They rode up, so that the view of her was slightly blocked off, "Karro and Jarga, previously sworn to Khal Uugar. Now we follow Our Dacia. We haven't come to challenge your Khalasar or any Khalasar. We look for horses." The one called Karro spoke, gripping his spear firmly.

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The bloodrider who had shouted, named Marroz, looked them up and down. "The. We mean you no harm. As for horses, our khalasar already took the herd that ran through here."

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Dacia scowled in annoyance. That was such an inconvenience to her. Her hazel eyes darted to who she assumed was the Khal. It would be suicide to try and steal horses from a Khalasar. She spurred her horse to walk forward, "Then we will not bother you," she spoke fluently in Dothraki, despite not looking like she could.

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Draugr's expression was unreadable from her hood, but his lips curled up in the faintest of smiles. He pointed with his left hand. "A few miles that way, there lies another herd of horses grazing. We spotted them before we got to our herd."

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Dacia glanced the way he pointed and allowed herself to nod in respect. There were no Dothraki words for thank you, but the sentiment was there. Karro and Jarga watched the bloodriders, mistrust in their eyes.

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Draugr nodded and turned to leave. His bloodriders watched hers before following after him, holding their weapons and not saying a word as they left, waiting until they could talk without her hearing perhaps

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Karro and Jarga flanked her as they turned their horses and started toward the herd of horses, "We must be careful, Dacia," Jarga murmured, "Khalasars do not let others go so easily."

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"Should we kill them, my Khal?" His bloodrider asked. Draugr shook his head. "We got what we came for. We need nothing else. For now. If they pester us.... Kill them all." He said simple. And that was that as they returned to camp

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"And if they decide to kill us?" Karro asked, narrowing his eyes, "What do we do?"

"You do what you're here for- protect me," Dacia dismissed, waving her hand. The men exchanged a glance and grunted. The herd of horses wasn't far off now.

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Draugr returned to his khalasar, but only briefly before he took only his bloodriders with him to go observe the strange woman and her bloodriders. She was different, and Draugr wanted to see what exactly she would do

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Dacia narrowed her hazel eyes at the herd of horses. She wanted to find the perfect horse, one that would carry her strongly. But she didn't want it to submit to her too much, "You two can pick out your own horses," Dacia told her men, "I want to catch mine on my own."

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Draugr finally reached a lookout that could see her and the horses clearly. He dismounted and sat on the end, watching with a faint smile

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They knew better than to argue with her- when Dacia wanted something, she took it. The auburn haired woman urged her horse forward as she spied a fiery young chestnut horse in the middle of the herd.

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Draugr watched her to after the particularly fiery horse and chuckled. That one would be a challenge, for he had seen it run wild and rear at some of the other horses

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The herd sensed their approach and began to whicker in agitation. Dacia moved up slowly, inching her horse into the herd. Her eyes were trained on the chestnut horse.