for 's novel she's making the animal i have chosen is a cockatoo
DESCRIPTION
Although the Tribe is very hung up on what was then called ancient times, their offensive forces are very up-to-date. They carve spears and daggers out of limestone and the barks of evergreen trees, since those are really all they can find in their surroundings. Typically, they will remain in forests that they find for years. They do not have a permanent home, since they are nomands.
Their government is something of well-developed. There is only one leader, who is most definitely a patriarch (matriarchs only occur if the patriarch had a mate and died). The patriarch will decide if the Tribe is needing any sort of reform or addition, and members of the tribe will have a council. Only male members of the Tribe are able to vote.
When in their human forms, they are dressed in feathers and typically deerskin, the feathers making up their sleeves. Usually, they are fair-skinned, but there are some darker-skinned ones. Males are always darker than females, no exceptions. Typically, females will have very light hair, and males will have dark hair. Patriarchs are required to have their hair died a pinkish-red. They have head-dresses that resemble their feathers that are on their heads.
The Royal Family members are the only ones allowed to wear jewelry on their clothing. Their color is blue, representing the open skies and oceans. Endless possibilities in tranquility. The mark of the Tribe is a sun rising between a set of talons, hoping for better days to come to them.
HISTORY BEFORE 's NOVEL
Currently, they are in a war amongst themselves, and are not able to fight very well in this turmoil. For the first time in centuries, the Patriarch has died while a mate is still at his side. This was different, though. This Patriarch was about to change things. He said he'd be there for good, and that he'd lead them to riches. When they discovered him, workings of structures they could not yet understand.
All they saw was some sort of hard, sharp and dark thing sitting near him. Some kind of material they hadn't seen before. Blowing it off like it was just a leaf, they were more fixated on who would become their leader. One half said, "The rules are the rules! We must follow them! She will have to do for now."
The other not-so-respectfully disagreed. The initiation ceremony was distraught and tensions were clearly visible. They'd split themselves in half during it, some only sneering as her hair became that dark pink-tone. As she walked down the corridor to the thrones, there was an uprising. The half against her had attacked her own people, screeching and yelling like the furies as the tipping cup of sanction was spilled right over.
It wasn't soon after that they had split the Tribe in two. Soon afterwards, the Matriarch was stuck. She didn't know...what to do. What had he done? Nothing yet! He'd just dropped dead right after the ceremony!! Fear struck her. What if he was killed? What if she would be killed?
It didn't look like it was going to happen. Years passed and nothing happened to the Tribe. What was once a great power and fear was now slowly dwindling...Suddenly, it hit her. She had...to change this. She had to change this for the better. Quickly, the Matriarch began taking territories and claiming lands. Just in her voice, however. The Tribe thought she was insane. Really? This female think of all this?
She couldn't lead them through it. That's what they thought. That was when the Tuckt started. Tuckt. Whenever she heard it, she was quizzical. What did it mean? Her advisors had told her of it, but not what it was. She didn't have to wait long to find out
While she was drawing up the plans for a final thrust towards power, the fire started. Fire encased her hut and swallowed her "blueprints". Narrowly escaping, she huffed and puffed to safety. Didn't they notice? Didn't they care if she was safe?
No. The Tribe wanted her dead. Tuckt wanted her dead. But she wouldn't have it.
MEMBERS ESTABLISHED Mira-- Matriarch of the tribe MUSTS;; HEADSTRONG AMBITIOUS With/or/Without;; Snarky dontdothis;; quiet
Mbai-- Son of Hunto and Mira MUSTS;; NOT ONE FOR WORDS INTELLIGENT NOT VERY ACTIVE With/or/Without;; uncomfortable around others dontdothis;; obnoxious nosy
Farra-- Daughter of Hunto and Mira MUSTS;; GENTLE CARING HOT-TEMPER With/or/Without;; Loud dontdothis;; ditzy 24/7
Hunto-- Former Matriarch ((deceased)) INTERPRET HOWEVER YOU LIKE!!
ZEKESTAR, i need you to CONTACT ME there is something IMPORTANT
THIS IS ALL REGARDED TO DON'T THINK OF TAKING IT FROM HER
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whats my age again?
lol i know my comment is tl;dr
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SON OF A BITCH
IT'S SHAWN JOHNSON
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Goin' 'round the country on a school bus named Jonathan, '15.
H-HOW IS IT AMAZING?!
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SON OF A BITCH
IT'S SHAWN JOHNSON
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Goin' 'round the country on a school bus named Jonathan, '15.
l-lol detailed?
i-i just slapped something together
lol i work fast
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IT'S SHAWN JOHNSON
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Goin' 'round the country on a school bus named Jonathan, '15.
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SON OF A BITCH
IT'S SHAWN JOHNSON
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