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Musa Grazing Bull

Musa's face is impassive until her eyes finish viewing you. Then she blinks and gives you a small smile.

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by Muunchkin

Description

"I've heard the scholars say that there are more grains of sand than there are stars in the sky.. How exciting."

ImageName: Musa(Moo-Suh) Grazing Bull
Sex: Female
Age: 21

Physical Description: Musa has the build of a flexible archer while standing at an average 5'5". Her hair is jet black and, almost, cut harshly to only reach her jawline. Two strands were left long in order to be braided down to her full, C sized breasts. Her skin is a sun-kissed brown due to genetics and being outdoors almost all of the time. Along her arms, legs, face, and back are red, tattoo like paintings. They could either depict status or hold a story of some sort that she chooses to not speak of. Her eyes are also a honeyed gold, native to her peoples. Her face is always set in one of scrutiny, as if she is constantly taking in information and analyzing it.

Clothing: Musa usually likes to wear anything that can be as close to naked as she can get but without being deemed inappropriate or blush-worthy and can also allow her body to move and stretch to whatever the situation calls for. Something such as this would be made of soft leather or strictly cloth. Over her breasts is a tight cloth wrap that keeps her breasts from interfering, which is covered by a slim fitting piece that is sleeveless and reaches up to the middle of her neck. The piece is more like a body suit and a coffee brown in color. Along with this, she wears large and gold disc earings, bracelets and a long, sparkling neckalace that surprisingly is very quiet. On her legs are snug, soft leather leggings that hug her ankles and pull just a bit above her waist. Her feet are covered by black flats that lace up to her mid-calf and have a visible steel toe and sole, the metal is laden with tiny holes so that the desert sand won't burn her feet through it. It also keeps her toes nice and cool. Along with everything, she will wear a cowl and cape during her travels. She also always wears the skull of a Water Buffalo.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Skin Colour: Sunned Brown
Hair Colour: Jet Black
Eye Colour: Honey Gold

Occupation: Hunter/Gatherer & Trader
History/Bio: Back home in Trenn, Musa was a well respected member of her clan and peoples, The Lakuli. She functioned as a Hunter/Gatherer and a Trader for her clan. In the beginning, Musa, as a babe, was found during a violent rainstorm mere minutes before the river would rise higher and sweep her away to an inevitable death. Hence her name, Musa: Saved from the Water. But before it could happen, a group of Hunters on their way back from a long hunt heard her wailing and quickly saved and brought her back to the Clan. Since she was small and obviously hungry, the clan quickly took her in and she was given to a couple who was unable to bear children of their own. Growing strong and learning of her origin when she was an appropriate age she immediately aligned herself with her rescuers and strove to be the greatest or at least, most respected of them all. And soon she was. With her rise, the clan elected her to be their trader whenever they should need it.

Home Town: Trenn
Native Clan: The Lakuli
Population: 175
Settlements: Trenn
Location: Margesh

Description: The Lakuli people of Trenn are rough but intellgent group. Although living may be a bit primal, they have their advances here and there that changes this idea quite a bit. Said to have descendants from the Ruma Jungle, the clan was started, developed and is ruled by 5 people. Because of living conditions the people have a hard time breaking 200 population wise, but every year there is some discovery that can make living a bit easier and allows the group to grow. Trenn is a town of clay and stone aranged in various heights and lengths. The city recieves very few visitors during the year but a few scholars will endure the long trip in order to learn how such a large amount of people manage to survive near an active volcano. The five people who govern Trenn have a head who is the oldest therefore the wisest and then the ages vary in number. Varying ages allow for every age group in the Clan to be represented fairly. All in all, the clan gets along well and is rarely sought to be dominated by a larger and more powerful clan as they have very little standing rank wise.

Personality: Musa is quiet, only speaking when spoken to, if she has the spotlight, or if totally necessary. When she does get around to speaking she will smile, laugh and joke with those around her. Sometimes she can be jumpy or skeptical of certain things. Her heart is large and her eyes are keen but all in all her spirit animal is a cat. The Grazing Bull portion of her name is because of her quiet and observative tendencies. Yet if poked the wrong way she can become a reasonable foe.

Fears and Desires: She fears the loud rolling of thunder, and the sound of explosions, as back home they meant that the volcano had erupted yet again. What she desires is no different from any other woman, that being love and family. But what she truly strives for is a title that is worthy of a head nod from even the highest official.

Equipment and Weapons: She is exceptional with any type of Pole weapon. Those being Staffs, Polearms or Glaives, with a Staff being the one she chooses. She is also commendable with a bow and arrow.
As a gift to her and for her inevitable travels as a Trader, Musa was gifted with an Eirka(Ear-ka) to be used as her mount. Eirka are only native to the Volcanic regions of Margesh. They resemble lions in body but dogs in their muscular build and nimble legs. Red in color, they feed off of constant heat but need fresh water and a reasonable supply of prey to live. The beasts are quick, aggressive and difficult to tame.

Styles and Abilities: Musa fights like a bird, flitting in, landing a blow, and moving back out before she can be swiped down. This style allows her a full range with her body and her weapon.

So begins...

Musa Grazing Bull's Story

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la
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Elise made her way to where the others gathered, wincing a little when she sat down. She'd gone off for a moment to wrap her torso, hoping the bandages would keep her fractured ribs at least a bit stable. she drew her knees to her chest and out her chin onto her knees, "We were in the air for too long...Dol-Duna is miles away, we'd never make it." She slipped her face further behind her knees before adding, "Not all of us." She then cast a glance over to where Aisha lay. She felt sorry for the young woman, and even more sorry for the man who lost his life trying to save his niece, the same niece who now bore the burden of burrying him.

She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts, they survived, there was hope the Change was real, and the irony of being thrust into an adventure was not lost on her. She eyed each of the members, all seemed to bring something unique to the group, the Clan. "So, we can't seem to deny any longer. I know I feel it, and I'm hoping you all do as well...we are all here for a reason, if not, you'd have left alone hours ago. After all, we don't owe each other anything, but yet, here we are. Fate has brought us together for one reason or another." She looked at Skullivan, "You say you know the Change is real, I want to find it, my name is Elise Seaver, and I think we should become a Clan."

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Everything just moved so fast. Musa's observent tendencies had led her to witness multiple scenes take place on that airship. She'd seen desperation, anger, nobleness and silence. The only thing was that there were too many people who weren't listening to eachother, for her to do anything about how they were feeling. But then again, human relations weren't her specialty. So she had kept watching until things really went left. Suddenly everyone had been running and Wetland soldiers were trying to hold their shimmering blades up to her neck. Luckily a hunter like herself was never allowed moments of blankness like the one she had felt trying to take over her. Her eyes narrowed and she'd fought back, clearing the circle of potential apprehenders before her. Then she'd helped along where she could, especially the with the ones who were in fact consumed by that feeling of a loss of direction when the action started. Musa had tried to get them moving but everyone was behind enemy lines and with so many of their prisoners already escaped, they weren't about to try and fail completely. Her heart had been pounding in her chest as she donned her Bull Skull and stood in front of a group that was now hers and tried to protect them. Then that explosion had stopped her heart and breathing as the ground was torn from under her feet.

Muss had plummeted probably hundreds of feet and managed not to pass out. When the sand was the right distance, she managed to pitch herself into a roll and safely land into a nice slide. When she was finally still, her right ankle was throbbing and the world seemed wobbly. She then had pushed up her mask and looked pale.. If a woman of her skin tone could even look that way. Flying, Falling, Explosions and jumping out of that flying contraption to face an immesurable height could do things to a person who's lived their whole life at the base of a volcano hunting and gathering for her tribe. Her golden eyes looked distant and dull as she had swayed and tried to get herself off of the dune she had landed on and closer to the voices that sounded distorted to her ears. She had.. Somewhat witnessed the death of Andle. If gasping and wiping her mouth between bouts of vomiting a little ways from the others really counted.

In the silence that had followed his death, Musa dropped her staff and took one step forward. She made another gagging noise and lost her footing as the horizon tipped and rolled, taking her with it. Her eyes rolled and everything went black as her body hit the sand with a soft thud.

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#, as written by Zalgo
Electrometer? Intact. Electric pulser? Intact. Prismatic emissions reader? Intact. Carbon tipped drill? Intact. Stirring rod? ...

As he gave his inventory a quick look over since he had most of the night to himself and little to do with it he was glad to see most of his belongings were not devastated by the falling he did. As far as he searched everything seemed to be in check save the absence of one of his stirring rods which he used for the beakers with narrower openings. As he wasn't quite in his clearest frame of thought his first of reaction wasn't to further investigate the lower portions of his bag but instead he wandered away from his equipment and stepped outside his tent to search the sands where he figured he might of lost it.

The world was somewhat twisting causing him to cant his stance rather askew. This made balance difficult as he teetered haphazardly through the camp towards his destination. One arm was out to serve as a counterbalance to his awkward posture while the other kept his pipe safely in place. Even after he coughed a bit from a particularly large huff of smoke hit his lungs he wore a loopy smile which seemed a slight bit crooked on his odd white face, a face so white it made the bleached dry bone mask atop the girl's head look tarnished by comparison.


Speaking of the girl clad in the bone mask his foot suddenly caught on something soft and low to the ground and he fell forward into the sand below. He was less worried about sticking his landing as he was about keeping his pipe level so the weed wouldn't spill into the sand. As it was he succeeded in keeping his pipe aligned with the sand and upright. The rest of him had fallen flat, a short billow of sand rushing out from his rough landing, the third one since last sunrise. The pain wasn't all too strong though, his senses weren't at their sharpest.

He pushed himself to his knees, sitting up and brushing the sand from his face. Before continuing on with shaking himself loose of sand he turned his body to see what it was he had tripped over. It was not a stray root nor rock nor even a tall gathering of sand, no indeed. It was a girl, her skin brown yet not in the same manner as those who called the sea of sand home and clad in thin leather with a beast's skull set atop her crown. He might of recalled seeing her face earlier but at this point the events of Dol-Duna were vague in his memory. Faces and events blurred together into a mess of things that happened. To determine anything that happened in specific detail would be nearly impossible right then. The most he could make of it was that wetlanders showed up and then a bunch of strangers messed things up.


From all appearances she appeared quite incapacitated. His sight was keen in the darkness of the night, even with the glaze of herb use cast over his mental faculties he was able to discern that she seemed quite unwell. Her skin around the face was lighter as one who was sick might be, the traces of bile from her lips and over in the pool he had luckily avoided landing in certainly sold an appearance of some illness. His mind tried to piece together an idea as to what her affliction might of been.

Illness?... Injury? Perhaps a poison? He went down the list of ailments in the hopes of identifying her particular problem. Against the better medical judgement of a sober self he bent down and hoisted the woman onto one shoulder, shifting it around until he believed her position to be the one with the least discomfort to her. Rising to his feet with her weight upon his back and shoulder was of little trouble for him. Her weight was not significantly heavy enough to cause issue and he was quite used to carrying a weight upon his back, often for great distances.


He brought her back over near his tent. He laid her form to rest atop the sand beside his tent, still wise enough to keep her head to a side so she didn't swallow her own tongue or drown in vomit should she fail to awake in time. This was a temporary arrangement he planned to remedy as he went inside his tent and brought out the extra sheet from his backpack. As he unfurled it however he discovered something else had broken in his fall from earlier: A weak acid which served as an element in some of his recipes. The acid while not strong enough to burn a hole through his backpack had eaten a certain amount of the threading on these sheets he held leaving the whole cloth ratty and barren. It was hardly a sufficient cover for a night of sleep.

Alas his more caring side prevailed over sheer pragmatism. He took the acid eaten cloth out from his tent and in turn brought the unconscious form of the girl inside. Taking care to leave her on her side for her own safety he set her in sheets for comfort's sake before taking to collecting up what few possessions of his he had unpacked thus far and placing them back into his backpack. He took it all outside and set it out with the thread bare cloth. That was where he was going to spend the night.


His rational though thoughtful was also somewhat bent towards practicality. If the woman woke from her condition before sunrise he'd be able to reclaim his tent for the purpose of sleep. For now though he sat atop his tattered spare sheet of bedding, his back rested against his backpack like before, and pondered on what might help her recover while he took another drag on his pipe. If it weren't for his high the whole ordeal might of put a bigger dent in his enjoyment of the night. As it was he was quite content on puzzling out this medical mystery as though it were a particularly well endowed riddle.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la
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Skullivan stared in despair as Thessir helped Musa, his hairs blowing in front of his eyes as the sands shifted around his sitting form - like a sheet of fog swaying across white hills - freezing in the night. He glanced around - bodies littered, people trying to get warm, trying to help one another. The Wetland Traitor glanced over to Elise - whose words had fallen on deaf ears. "Right, I'm not from here but I'm pretty sure you can't just decide to start a clan," He said. "There's... probably ceremony, or something. I don't know..."

Skullivan's words drifted off as his gaze lingered angrily onto the sand before him. "So are we all dead, is that's what's going on right now?" He called out, pushing himself off the slope lazily and standing in the wind - his bare body still shivering. "Because I was telling the truth to the... to the man, there," With a swallow he nodded to Bohdana's direction - to the grave she dug. "The Change is real... and I can find it. Or rather I could if we weren't in the middle of the god damn desert, and if the Leviathan didn't still have the idle." He glared back at Uluru. "Great plan, by the way."

Skullivan sighed, kicking sand.

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Musa's dreams were blank but filled with explosions and sharp gunfire. And it was cold, very cold. She winced in her sleep but otherwise stayed in the position that Thessir placed her in.

After 2 hours the female grumbled and slowly sat up, her eyes still closed. Stretching her arms forward she ran her hands over the blanket that had tumbled from her shoulders and was now covering her legs and bunched up at her waist. "Hrrmm.. What is this..?" She asked softly, her voice cracking from the acid that had stripped her throat when she vomitted. Her eyes cracked open halfway and she looked around at her surroundings. Her animal skull had fallen off of her head and was lying on its side behind her. In its vacancy her short black hair was revealed with its long twin braids trailing down the front of her. Reaching her hand up she looked around, while rubbing one eye until her untouched eye found the pale clothing of Thessir. She didn't know if he was sleeping or not so she turned onto her hands and knees and crawled closer to him until she could look down at his face. "Are you asleep?" She asked softly, her eyes like setting suns.

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Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel
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#, as written by WilPen
Whisper stumbled over a sand dune. Though she had jumped out of the airship quickly after Dustin, she hadn't landed anywhere near anyone else. She'd passed out from fear on the way down and had to dig her way out of the sand that had been blown on top of her by the harsh winds. Clawing her way out, she gasped for air.

Following the pillar of smoke, she stumbled into the camp with a giant sand rat on each arm. She'd lost a dagger in one of them, but figured she could eat them and find it at the same time. Spotting Sƶren off to the side, she struggled over to him past Rusten and a girl digging a hole. "Hey, watch out for the rodents out there. They don't like to play."

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"Wait..." Skullivan's eyes lit up at Elise's words. "If the- if the Wetlander's don't have the idol, if the Nomads do-" Skullivan looked up at Uluru, the starlight in his eyes. "Then we can still do this- we can still-"

Suddenly Skullivan saw a fire-light up in the distance, in the centre of the group. "YES," Skullivan breathed, kicking sand up into Uluru's mouth as he sprinted for the fire. Skullivan slid to a stop at the fire, the sands of the desert blowing over it - constantly threatening to snuff it out. But it was warmth. Skullivan glanced up, looking around - people injured, separated, talking among themselves.

"Guys, theres still hope," He called out. "GUYS!" He yelled loudly, standing up. "LISTEN TO ME. We can get out of this but we have to do it together - she," Skullivan glanced back at Elise. "Whatever her name is, just told me the Wetlanders don't have my Idol. That means there's still hope. That means we can... we can still get out of here and change things."

Skullivan's incessant yelling caused the other's to take notice. "But we have to work together - right now."

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"How?" was the knight's first word, sitting at the edge of the group. She swallowed loudly as she noticed some eyes turn towards her and realized what a mistake it was to take her helmet off. Dents in the armor seemed to be highlighted by the glow of the fire.

Ka'wa shifted uncomfortably as she sat cross-legged upon the sand. Averting her eyes, she chose to look upon the sand instead. Her right hand tugged upon the glove on the left with small, anxious tugs.

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Skullivan glared at Ka'Wa. "Well, let's figure out - let's figure out whose injured, let's work together - get me a blanket, if possible, you know, so I don't literally freeze to death." Skullivan's eyes glanced over at the wall of dunes that surrounded them, sand shifting atop them, and the maze of stars above. They shone so brightly here. "Then figure out who can navigate what, who has maps, compasses - figure out who is familiar with this part of the desert, figure out where we even are."

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#, as written by Zalgo
Deep in thought as well as a haze of herbal delerium he stared up at the stars, thoughts drifting without any real order. The night was quite young, he pondered just what he was going to do now.

Destination? Speed of vessel unknown variable. Dol Duna = South East. Info on Change = Potentially Old City. Wetlander = Unreliable. No solution for info on change minus wetlander at current time. Current time unknown. Moon = forty five degree angle, approximately. Time to plan > remaining greater marks of night.

This was of course a translation of his thoughts which were of course spoken in his original language. If they were to be heard it would mostly sound like a vaguely insectoid series of clicks, hisses and tapping sounds. The language of the Downders were quite different from Qafarian dialect, that much was not subject to debate.


"Are you asleep?"

He lazily looked up into her interestingly golden eyes, slowly blinking as his mind processed the rather sudden interruption of his thoughts.

"Oh."

Her being awake suddenly registered back into his mind, reminding him of why he was outside the tent, sitting on a damaged blanket against his backpack. "Ah. You are wake. Good! Good."

circumnavigating the woman who was looming directly over him as he slowly stood up he brushed off his coat which he was still wearing as it added an extra layer of heat yet was very smooth and comfortable for him. With a deep breath he exhaled a cloud of smoke, away from her face of course as he didn't want to be rude. He looked closely at her face, checking for signs of discoloration and abnormality.


"Are you feeling as you are normal? Any part still hurt?" He asked, probing partly out of concern but for the most part out of curiosity in regards to her condition. Healthy people didn't ordinarily pass out in the sand so he was curious as to what ailed her.

He cast his eyes downward, examining her body for signs of injury. He figured he might be able to spot an entry wound of some form which might explain her prior status. While it might of been easy to misconstrue his gaze for lechery he was by no means ogling her body for that purpose. That frame of thought was well buried under his scientific curiosity, a different sort of lust.


Without much warning he brought forward his hand, holding it very close near the side of her neck. He had two fingers held out while the rest of the hand was closed. "Will you grant me permission to touch the jugular? I promise no harm will come as a result of the action. It should also not be of discomfort."

He spoke in between the occasional puff on his pipe. His manner of speaking was quite off but his tone was far from sinister. His intent was to measure her heart rate by monitoring the pulses in her jugular artery. That way he could look for an irregular rhythm to her heartbeat just in case her bout of unconsciousness was a result of heart failure.

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Bohdana smoothed down the sand of the grave with the back of her shovel, glancing to Rusten with a proud expression. Finally done. It took less time than she thought, which she was thankful for when she heard the Wetlander's stupid screeching over to where the fire had started.

"Damn," Boh swore. She'd have to add the finishing touches later, "Damned fool of a took."

Sand lifted at her steps as she stomped toward the rest of the group, the fire blazing brightly in the middle where the Wetlander stood and screamed to them all, "Hey!" Boh growled, grabbing Skullivan's wrist angrily, "HEY! Shut the damned hell up. D'you know how far your voice carries in the desert? Have you ever noticed how silent the dunes are? We don't know where we are! Your friends could be around any corner!"

The young girl shook her head and released his arm from her snapping grasp, letting go of her frustration with a sigh. She looked up and down at the Wetlander with a raised eyebrow, catching his last comment about being freezing, "Listen, you can have Andle's things, here--" she shuffled over to where she had placed Andle's pack and hoisted it up, dropping it at Skullivan's feet, "We packed for 2 weeks back at the bazaar. Were gonna go to...well, it doesn't matter anymore."

Bohdana swallowed, "Now where the hell have you people been that you've never heard of the north star?"

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Ka'Wa's face burned and she merely nodded at Skullivan's words. Of course that was the answer, she thoughts as she bit her lip, Of course he would glare at me for that. Her eyes looked up from the sands, awaiting the input of the others. She was taken aback by Bohdana's reaction and couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and trying to keep it quiet. However, she didn't answer, fearing Bohdana's wrath since she wasn't too sure of how to use the north star.

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Skullian frowned at Bohdana, remaining silent before opening the pack of Andle's belongings. He pulled out a blue tunic from it and hastily pushed it on, ripping off the remaining black tatters of his uniform and kicking it into the fire. He grabbed a white cloak, wrapping it around his body as quickly as he could - giving out a loud sigh of relief as the cold no longer hit his bare flesh. "What the hell's the north star?" Skullivan sighed. "Will it get us to a town? Because if the Nomad and the idol are out there, we have to find it - and that means healing up our sick."

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"The north star is the worlds natural compass. It'll tell us where north is and therefore which way to go. It should be right over...aaah..." Bohdana pointed up to the sea of stars. There were millions. Billions. Thousands of different constellations and even more notably bright stars. Boh swallowed, hunting the sky with a glare.

Look for a star that's brighter than the rest, usually sorta separated from everything else.

Bohdana frowned as Andle's voice rung in her head. That wasn't very helpful. She glanced back down to Skullivan, "I'll uh, I'll find it, don't you worry. In the meantime Andle and I always kept medical supplies in our packs. Maybe it'd be best to rest up for the night or...I don't know."

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"Watch the mouth, kid," Uluru shot back. "I don't exactly have all the time in the world..." he muttered to himself before turning to look at the others. "Alright we're all a bit scattered about! If any of the wounded are still ailing I have some remedies to ease the pain that we can hand out!" He called out.

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Skullivan limped over to Musa and Thessir sitting in the distance of the fire. He held the box of supplies tightly. "You guys need anything? Medical supplies, stuff for wounds?" He whispered, looking down at the two awkwardly.

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Uluru grumbled and walked over to where both Aisha and Musa and Thessir were lying and handed out a pouch of medicinal seeds, though he left the rest to Dustin, Skullivan and Bohdana.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Skullivan Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir
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As Thessir stood up Musa moved back to give him the space needed to do so, her eyes watching him the entire time. She would stand but hurling up the contents of her stomach a few hours ago was now having its side effects. It felt like her stomach was caving in on itself and the pangs were starting to give her a serious headache and a bit of dizziness, especially if she were to stand.

"Are you feeling as you are normal? Any part still hurt?"

"I vomitted earlier.." She pointed to exactly where with a bit of a shaky finger. Not only was hunger making her unsteady but so was the cold. She should've dragged those blankets over with her "..So there are knives in my belly from it being empty for so long." She hummed before taking a long inhale to try and soothe her swimming head. While inhaling, she watched his large eyes scan her body. Her own eyes analyzed him for any ill intent behind his action but she could only see puzzlement in his pale features along with a sort of itching curiosit to know something. As if a burning question were on the tip of his tongue.

"Will you grant me permission to touch the jugular? I promise no harm will come as a result of the action. It should also not be of discomfort."

Giving an audible puff through her nose, she lifted her chin slightly while her eyes looked over his shoulder to examine the other group of people who's chatter was just beginning to register to her ears. Before, it was just sounds at the back of her mind, now it was words that were catching her interests. She then blinked and realized she hadn't answered the male in front of her. "I will give you my name first. Then you will give me yours.. That will be your grant of permission." She looked up at him. "I am Musa Grazing Bull of the Lakuli Clan that shelters in the hot regions of Margesh." She then awaited his name, and after he would tell her, she would be curious to know more while he found her pulse. But when she opened her mouth to ask, people from the group broke off after being called to do so. And after some yelling from the loud mouth Wetlander and a firm scolding from a girl amored for the desert.

The man with the fleshy butterfly dropped off medicines after the Wetlander came over to ask if she needed the ones in his hands.

"You guys need anything? Medical supplies, stuff for wounds?"

"Food would be better for me. I would also ask for water but I know it is most likely not at hand, so I will wait until it is available." Her tone held a slight accent since she usually spoke in the Lakuli tongue. She pulled vowels and shushed certain letters because of it. Her talking was also very direct and without contractions, as her language didn't have short cuts.

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"I vomited earlier. So there are knives in my belly from it being empty for so long."

He nodded, noting her symptoms in his diagnosis. There was some sound from the camp nearby but that was to be expected. It was nothing he really paid much mind towards.

"I will give you my name first. Then you will give me yours.. That will be your grant of permission. I am Musa Grazing Bull of the Lakuli Clan that shelters in the hot regions of Margesh."

A simple request, not a secret he cared to guard much at all.

"I am Thessir of the Downder."


With that said he put his fingers up against the side of her neck as permitted. He utilized gentle pressure, measuring the throbbing of her heart's rhythm for irregularity. As he was counting the beats per minute however the voice of the wetlander rang close, addressing him directly. Before he could answer Musa responded to the wetlander's question first.

"Ah, yes. Dehydration is potential of harm to the health."


He raised his flask into Musa's field of view. "I hold water I'm willing to part with given our distance from Dol Duna is less than two full night's walk, approximately. I will warn you that it is mixed with herbs to lend it potency in effect. It will not cause harm, that fact is certain."

He extended the flask towards Musa in a gesture of offering his beverage. "If you wish to accept. I will need the container returned to me when we return to the city though."

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Skullivan let out a slightly awkward laugh at Musa's words. "Yeah, we could all use food and water - not exactly on the cards..." He paused as Thessir offered the water he had, Skullivan continuing to stand before the two with his box of supplies, his locks flying over his face from the wind. He felt large standing next to the two - like an awkward giant, for more reason than one. His gaze moved past them, back to the campfire where the other's were being tended too - the girl, Bohdana, attending the wounded. And past her, the grave.

Skullivan closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, you know," He muttered, shifting his attention back to the two short-stacks beside him. He shifted his feet in the sand at their gaze. "About the Leviathan," He looked away from Musa. "It's not... they want me dead as much as you guys, you know, so it's not like I'm one of them..." Not that I'm exactly one of you, either.

The Wetland Traitor swallowed. "But it still sucks... and I'm sorry."