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[LittleStarWolf]

bump. Would like another member or two to join please.

[LittleStarWolf]

Getting ready to open so if you want to be in it.. hurry up and make a charrie.

[LittleStarWolf]

COMPLETELY DONE!!! YAY! SO people make forms but do not start rping. I will start tomorrow or sometime this week!

[LittleStarWolf]

Open!!!! IT HAS BEGUN!!

Note before you read:
Rowaab – horse
It is 16 to 20 feet tall, he is 19.4
Has in this case, pure black fur (for now he is the only one that color)
Most are brown in color
Has brown or black eyes
Does NOT have a tail
Has long hairs on his feet like a Clydesdale horse

The Bmecte
A whispering sigh escapes my soft pale pink lips as a velvet wet nose rubs against my hand. I look down with a lost expression as I gaze at the creature beside me. A few seconds past and the my expression clears, not exactly with understanding but with renew hope. My name is Bmecte. I did not choose my name, it was given to me, just as my friend, an Rowaab, below with fur as black as the blackest night did not choose his name, but merely was given it by the land. I don't really know who came up with his name but I do know my name was decided by my race, the Moroaon's, as one tribe likes to call us.

I blink my eyes rabidly as I remember why I was up in the tree, a peeking about. I was trying to learn the secrets of the other tribes. I didn't really know if they had secrets but I wanted to know more about them and not just from stories my elders tell me but from learning myself. I shouldn't be here even though I really wasn't doing anything wrong. It is encouraged of us to explore as a child and I was a child.

Yephbin nudges my hand again. I call him Yephbin because it is different and I like the idea of change. I'm tired of the normal. Why can't the flower skins, the Roea of the Jungles live on the desert or in the sea. Why can't the hot skins, the Tenna of the Desert live on the jungle? I live where ever I want. Well in a way I do. I must always come back to the same spot for bed, but I travel where I want to travel.

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Matb
Screaming children, always screaming children. It never did seem to stop but she loved them still. Matb thought as she let out a big sigh and grabbed the nearest crying baby. She cradled it gently in hear arms till the soothing rhythm of her rocking quiet the youngster.

“There there sweet child,
sleep softly and soundly,
dream of your guide,
dream it is watching over you
and that your eyes are its eyes
and can see all the wonders of Xenhb.”

Matb finishes singing and watches as the little child's eyes close with a peaceful expression on her and the baby's face. Although she hated the screaming and other aggravating things that came with being the Matka, the mother of the tribe, she still loved every child that came and went her way. Matb had a smile on her face as she set the child down on a bed of leafs and went to check on the older kids to see how they were doing. There was one who already had a guide and sometimes she had watch over him or the others would get very jealous. They had a right to though, for having a guide so young was a very special circumstance. The children were fine and all were asleep or at least busy playing with dolls made out of branches and leafs, or drawing in the dirt with sticks. Finally she could take a break and sit down on her bed of branches and maybe she too could rest for a minute.

[Derelict Draught]

Tapt Barna

Tapt follows the tnrp across the dunes. The cool nights air softly kisses the skin of his exposed arms. Its a beautiful night for a hunter, all three moons are in full face lighting the landscape. Tapt's stomach growls, reminding him of the task at hand. Nearby Tapt spies some melon. Taking one into his hands, he slices it open and drinks its juices. Soon he would have meat but for the moment he will need the energy the fruit offers. Tapt hears the tnrp yip once, signaling that it had found prey. Tapt scales the dunes quickly and soon looks down on a group of sleeping orehb with the tnrp stalking from the far side. Nearby he spies a cactus of decent size, even in the moonlight it is an intimidating sight. He quietly places his sleeping gear over it, further silhouetting it. He then lies opposite the tnrp and scans the group for his target. There is a young male who has just recently grown his horns among them, just enough meat for the pair. A memory of fleeing orehb haunches flashes across his vision as the tnrp charges the group. The group stampedes away from the tnrp, seeing the cactus, they divert towards where Tapt lies. Tapt allows the group to reach him and pass. As the young male passes, Tapt leaps forward, wrapping his arm around the creature's neck to mount it. He then grasps its horns firmly and runs it into the ground. He skillfully slices the beasts throat, killing it immediately. As he begins to strip the meat from the fallen creature, the largest bull of the orehb group returns and charges him. Tapt doesn't have time to react, the creature is nearly upon him in an instant. Tapt's salvation comes as the tnrp lunges for him, an image of Tapt standing in his mind. The impact of the tnrp sends the pair rolling out of the bull's path. The bull turns to charge again. The tnrp lies stunned from the tackle. Tapt stands facing the bull as it charges. Holding his bloody knife high, Tapt charges the beast screaming. The bull skids to a stop and gallops away. A smirk on his face, Tapt finishes stripping the orehb and retrieves his gear. The tnrp joins him as he constructs a small fire and eats their kill.

[honeydont]

Izakiri'i perched in the treetops, balancing ightly on the thick, sprawling arm of the ancient tree. She glanced at the forest floor, far below her. Her Pykoboactbo rustled about in the undergrowth. Silly. The native girl smiled to herself in amusment. The river's in the other direction. You won't find any food there. Izakiri'i rubbed at her eye, careful not to disturb the pale green face paint that traced the left side of her face. She tigtened her grib on her spear and studied the ground again. She was here to hunt, after all.

[SkyDragon]

Talainx was crouched on a thick tree branch, listening to the sounds of the forest and the nearby river. Beneath her, her Pykoboacto was absolutely still, and barely visible. Its green-and-brown speckled feather blended in perfectly in the forest. The Roea girl shifted slightly, her eyes catching the movement of a large bush a house-length away. There, she thought, is my meal. She resented having to share, of course, but food was food.
Making sure her vine harness was securely attached to the branch, Talainx turned and started shinnying down the tree.

[Derelict Draught]

((theres an update to the main page, to give you guys some direction))

[LittleStarWolf]

((THREE More charries have been added. Please join people. WE need more Tenna (desert) and Talkur (water) Natives. Also there is a position for LOST ONES up now. Please let me know what you wish to be.))

[Solanum]

\\Ræna//

Walking cautiously on the balls of her feet, the moist ground causing her some displeasure though not nearly enough to distract her from her target. Pressing a finger to her lips, she made no sound, but communicated through signs to her guide. If things went well, her Ntnlia should circle round the back of the skittish Kpbica and lie in wait just in case her archery wasn't accurate. The small rodents were easily frightened, and when they were frightened, they ran with incredible speed. Skin blending into her background, even the red ochre on her face and arm blending with the mosses and flowers, she was almost invisible. Hooking her bow fingers around the thin sinew, she pulled back slowly to not spook her prey. Everything had to be done with great care, there was no room for mistakes. Dragging fingers of the other hand down her back to her quiver, the soft feathers of her guide tickling her fingers as they slid down the shaft, ready to knock it into her bow.
In a single fluid movement, the arrow was knocked into her bow, and the arrow shot. The sound spooked her prey, but the arrow hit target. The Kpbica was merely wounded, but was in too much pain to move. Blood poured from it's wound, making her gasp quietly. She hadn't meant to cause it so much pain. Curling her fingers around another arrow, she stepped silently out of the bushes, towards the rodent. She took the clean arrow, thrust her arm forward and pierced it's heart. It was dead in a matter of seconds. Dipping her head, she gently pulled the arrow out of the Kpbica's body, leaving it intact except for the small hole that the arrow head had made on penetration. To pay her respect to the forest for the gift of the prey it had given her, she took a small, thin knife and cut the tail off, placing it down by the oldest tree in the area she was in. The forest gave them much, it was just their way to repay it, by giving it a little of each kill to do with it however it chose to.