Realistic or Modern Tribes of the Sand

[Fishman Lord]

Wind blows through the canyons. All over the desert, people hunt, gather, paint, chip, carve, farm, build, and all other sorts of activities. This is a land far from what was thought to be the only place with advanced civilization in the world. This is a place that europeans, asians, and africans alike are unaware of. But life and culture flourish here too. These are the deserts of North America, and people are thriving.

 

[Fishman Lord]

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The Book Cliffs, near modern Green River, UT


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[Jixson]

Tihkoosue always enjoyed mornings. This struck many as odd, since he seldom slept on any form of cushion. Instead, the young man would always sleep outside on the cold dirt. He claims it toughens him up, but it really only makes him seem crazy.


When Tihkoosue awoke, his back was being poked with a stick by a group of children. He only groaned, and sat up. The children giggled and ran away.


Tihkoosue chuckled to himself, getting himself off of the ground and stretching his back. The morning breeze felt good to his bare body, and he walked over to his weapons.


Tihkoosue picked up his bow and quiver of arrows, and put them on his back.

 

[Fluffandstuff]

Lomasi yawned waking up and looking over to where her parents usually slept with a smile. Seeing only her dad, that smiled faded. She still had a hard time getting over her mom's death. Every morning she'd wake up and expect it to be a dream, but it never was. Sighing quietly, she went outside, careful not to wake her father. She placed her quiver and bow in their proper places before walking off.

 

[Fishman Lord]

Antinanco walked along the ridge of the cliff as the sun began to rise. He had been up since far before sunrise, exploring a recently discovered canyon. It wasn't spectacular, just a long canyon with a stream and a couple old cottonwoods, but the soil seemed good for farming and he'd seen a couple antelope. After last winter, when food was low, the tribe leaders had decided to start relying less on hunting and gathering and increasing the agricultural area so that more food could be grown and stored. Antinanco was simply trying to help by finding good farming areas. As he neared the edge of the cliff and the path towards the village, he spotted an antelope. He quickly readied an arrow and hit it's neck. He gave a piece to his mountain lion, which jumped up and swallowed it almost whole, and started bringing the rest back to the camp. It never hurt to have more food for later.

 

[Aspen Kelley]

Tempest could feel their eyes on her as she entered the camp. We go back a long way, she mused. She rejected their fake pity, shut herself off. Most of them could get the hint and drifted off, let her do her own thing. No matter. She proved herself on the battlefield and slew the enemies with ease. She felt no loyalty to her tribe, quite the opposite in fact. She just liked the tension, the heat of battle, the blood and death around every corner.


She shook her head, snapping herself out of her thoughts. She had been on a hunt, with a few others. While they had managed to catch prey for the upcoming feast, she had found nothing. What can I say, she thought to herself, amused. I'm not a hunter. I am a warrior. Tempest raised her chin and strode back to her tipi and sat on the ground, cleaning her weapons. She had fired some arrows, halfheartedly. There is a battle brewing. She let a smirk play on her lips. There would certainly be a war. She looked around at her utilitarian home. Light armor was carefully stored, along with her spears and knives. Oh yes. Tempest let her eyes close, trying to remember the rush of battle. I will prove myself. I am a warrior, not something to be pitied.