K'nahli

Nhogai had hardly even noticed that she had begun unwrapping his bandages until after he had focused his gaze back upon her - her tender delicacy with the task being unusually more considerate than what he had grown accustomed to with the tribal healers back home. He watched her closely as her words sunk in with him; his expression one of both perplexion and apprehension. Had Yura been returning his gaze at that moment then it may have appeared to her that he didn't even realise there was a difference between either detail. Regardless, her question was an intriguing one to say the least... and certainly one that said a lot for her character. She, as it now would appear, was not one to reluctantly dance around a topic that interested her. How unexpectedly brazen, Nhogai thought; though even so, somewhat fitting to that unsettling air that he had detected about the girl. One which, despite everything, seemed anything but harmless. "If I didn't know any better, I'd dare say you sound to be seeking my approval..." he posed toward her indirectly with an inquisitive tone while facing forward once more, albeit still watching her from the corner of his eye.

Yura's curiously knowing reply quickly earned the return of Nhogai's focus once again as she began making her way toward him. It was that very same tone that he noted from before, a tone whose unnerving impact was only perpetuated by those strikingly, deep eyes of hers. Though he would hold himself back from answering her in that moment, a wary frown drew across his face as he watched her casual approach. To the Xaelan, there was certainly something very unsettling about it all, though he could not put his finger on just what it was. To just about anyone, she'd have appeared to have been little more than a weak and fragile girl in comparison, and yet the confidence and fearlessness that she exuded was in sharp contrast to the apparent weakness that her stature would suggest. Nhogai was no stranger to confident and even arrogant foes, though such characters at least had the apparent strength and prowess to back up such a mindset... and yet somehow, in spite of it all, he felt certain that Yura was not much of the bluffing type. As she placed herself in a seated position next to him, Nhogai's expression softened slightly, albeit not enough to completely remove the subtle frown that had come to occupy his features. A moment of silence in which Nhogai would only continue to watch the girl closely with a hint of puzzlement would pass before being interrupted by a heavy sigh. "Fine. Do as you will" he resigned, almost as though he were humouring her insistence on the matter before he too would reduce himself to a seated position before her, placing himself in such a way that his most bandaged side - the place in particular that still lingered with that cold sensation of steel from where the blade had most deeply perforated his flesh - was openly presented to her.

My main, K'nahli, likely wouldn't tolerate anyone being rude or aggressive to any of her family(her tribe at large that is), but if any serious harm came to either her father or sister in particular, then that would undoubtedly damage her. How she'd react would depend on the means and circumstance. If it were a person for instance, then she'd likely flip into a psychotic rage were anything to happen to her sister. As for my Au Ra, he is normally rather stoic but he would become rather defensive if he didn't like the way someone was dealing with Yura; his master/companion sort of thing. If they made any actual attempt to hurt her however then he would eagerly paint the floor and walls with their blood, however - with varying intensity. If successful, then a snap would likely occur.

Added ^^ Sorry for the delay!

Nhogai didn't so much as flinch, even as Unzan began reaching for his daggers. Instead he just glowered right back at the male with the same fearless eyes that had been studying him all along, watching the Raen's every movement closely as he angrily spat upon his guest's ungrateful presence. Though he had expected little else from neither him nor anyone else for that matter, Nhogai surprisingly found his own antagonism quickly subsiding as Unzan spoke. Strangely, both the fury behind his words along with that of his apparent arrangement with Yura had succeeded with stirring a certain degree of doubt within the Xaelan, bringing him almost as far as questioning his own hastiness - although not quite. Having seemingly exhausted all patience he was willing to offer the warrior, Unzan wasted no time with excusing himself from his presence, leaving only a heavy air behind him. Nhogai's dark gaze followed along behind him in silence - lingering for a few moments upon the empty doorway even after he had disappeared from view. ("So this was your doing...") were the warrior's thoughts as a mildly softer gaze travelled back toward the girl who yet remained in the room with him. Oddly, though far from being the most expressive of changes, there definitely seemed to be a different air about her this time around - something... a little less cold. Curious, he continued to watch her in silence for a few seconds before the same soft voice from before interrupted his thoughts. “…Do you believe in fate?” A sudden and unusual question indeed. Nhogai's brow would furrow slightly, his eyes still locked upon the girl. "....what are you talking about?" he responded after only a short delay, his uncertainty as to where she was leading with such a question taking precedence over the actual answer.

It was perhaps with the appearance of yet another stranger within the doorway that prevented Nhogai from pushing his luck even further with Unzan. The owner of the soft voice now commanded the warrior's attention as his sharp gaze quickly shifted away from the seated male to fall upon the form of a rather curious-looking Raen girl - different from the one he had briefly glimpsed earlier. Dark eyes fearlessly confronted those of ice and flame, which returned his curiosity with matching intent, neither one seemingly lacking any more than the other in their intensity. He watched her closely for a few moments after that, searching deep through her mysterious eyes for any answer that might make more sense to him than these absurd suggestions of altruism — before Unzan would speak again and steal his glance once more. "I wouldn't expect your kind to know the difference between embracing the inevitable and seeking it out" he soon after retorted his comment with a dismissive hiss, his eye lingering upon him for only a moment before returning back to the girl. "For whatever reason you saw fit to aid to me, that was your own doing. I neither expected nor asked for it. I am in no-one's debt". Little though was it his concern, it hadn't escaped his notice that this girl was significantly different from those he had known all his life. Unlike her father, a male whose biology had him naturally appear almost as intimidating as any Xaela, this girl had an unusually delicate and refined air about herself - greatly unlike that of those found on the plains whom know nothing other than a life of warring and scrapping for survival. No, rather it would seem, she resembled something more akin to that of a figure of glass; something so delicate and pampered that could only be found in a place away from such dangers and hardships. Considering this alone, Nhogai might not have even awarded her nor her words a second of his thought for being so unworthy of respect, though in spite of her shatterable appearance, this particular girl had a very distinct aura about her... a fearless and knowing look that burned deep from within her unfittingly, vibrant eyes.... a look that would see Nhogai watching her closely with just as much mistrust and vigilance as he had with Unzan - perhaps even moreso. However, most alerting of all was the manner in which she spoke. Merely watching her as he was now saw to it that her words continued echo'ing within his own mind; a question that, though on it's own was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary, to Nhogai however, carried with it a very, strange power, something which would strike him with both a crushing feeling of nostalgia, but also the feeling harboured animosity held against this one healer in particular. This girl, Yura, something about her was off. It almost sounded as though she somehow knew of something that even Nhogai himself was struggling to recount... and the tone upon which her voice was carried, it reeked of intent.

I could practically be said that I never roleplay in public outside of events and perhaps one, single instance(on a legitimate character since I'm not counting my level 4 bandit character) a long time ago for a variety of reasons, but if I did then you could be assured that I would almost certainly not walk up to anyone else either since my characters wouldn't have anything to really say to strangers under normal circumstances.

Nhogai's expression immediately turned feral at the sight of the other man. Given his current state, it wouldn't have even taken a man as fierce in appearance as the one that now controlled his attention to throw him on the defensive like this - though it certainly had not gone without note. Though missing the advantage of youth, the black-haired individual cut a powerful figure as he occupied the doorway and watched Nhogai with intent before, after only a short pause, he then dared to enter the room and approach Nhogai with a sense of calm that did little to earn any sense of ease from the warrior in return. ("Another Raen...") was his foremost thought in that moment - his every muscle tensing while his eyes, though not daring to venture away from the other man's cryptic gaze, unable to help but note the distinctly, unusual colour of his scales. Though he had been aware of other tribes that recruited or at least affiliated with this estranged breed of his own kin, this was the first time he had ever encountered one first-hand. 'Docile, at least by the majority' as they were once described to him by a member of his tribe. 'Though just like any other outsider, never to be trusted'. Nhogai found himself reaffirming his grip on the ground with the one arm that allowed him to continue sitting upright as the man drew to a controlled and confident halt nearby before seating himself upon his knees, daringly close, though cautious enough to just barely remain out of reaching distance. With subtle though perhaps not unnoticeable movements, the warrior responded by withdrawing a couple of ilms and adjusting his posture so that he may more easily lunge at the older man should he be given any reason to do so. If the situation should call for him to fight, then hopeless as it may prove to be, he would at least give himself every opportunity to make it difficult for his foes. "Welcome to my house. I am Hagane no Unzan, patriarch of the Hagane clan. May I know your name?". Both the Raen's voice and his choice of words seemed to perfectly match the body language which he had shown up until now. Confident and carved-through with discipline. 'Respectful' one might even call it, not unlike how he and his fellow brothers would behave in the presence of the tribe's elders, though what manner of respect would one possibly wish to offer their enemy? Countless times were such things preached about within the Tumetan tribe but little had they been offered in return by those who would bear steel against them. It was only inevitable that some would eventually grow weary of such one-sided treatment, and for Nhogai, 'respect' had long since been a word that had lost it's meaning - one that had been sullied and spat on by most all of whom he had warred with. No, this was pride he was looking at... perhaps even arrogance borne from his indisputable position of control over his wounded captive. From the moment his steps had begun echoing from out within the hallway, Nhogai's expression had not once faltered in ferocity, with him only continuing to glare at the man with the utmost suspicion. As far as Nhogai was concerned, the Raen was lucky if any of his mannerisms up until now didn't come off as wholly antagonistic. Even daring to trust in what he had been told and believe that these Raen were docile - at least comparatively - there's still no doubting the fact that his presence here was merely a result of them seeing profit in keeping him alive. What other reason could there be? "The dead have no need for names" Nhogai responded with a sharpness that dared to sever the hand offered him by Unzan. "If you think dressing my wounds will earn you my cooperation then you are sorely mistaken. I would rather you cull me now than see myself serve toward anyone else's gain."

*adds* !

This was pretty much my belief too when a friend brought up the issue of Garlean control over Othard to me today.

Thank you for your continued contributions, everyone ^^

Nhogai Tumet. *is sleepy and gives up*

K'nahli would be grateful that she still at least has a good half a glass left to drink but also conscious of the fact that it's almost gone and now needs to try and conserve and savour it more. Metaphorically speaking, then it'd be half empty.

Thank you! It's perhaps a small detail but I thought that some people might be curious to know who is and isn't still part of a tribe.

The burning light of the setting sun greeted the Xaelan's eyes mercilessly as he awoke from what felt like a long slumber. Blinded by it's dazzling brilliance at first, the warrior retreated his gaze to the darkness once more before returning a more adjusted gaze toward a most confusing sight. What he saw was anything but what he had expected to see, for neither was it the open sky that greeted him, nor was it even the inside of a tent, but rather the interior of a very particular structure. A particular structure which he had up until now been aware of, but was otherwise very unfamiliar with. ("A... building..?") he asked himself, perplexed. Grunting lightly as he had now begun to stir, his sudden waking had quickly earned the attention of a feminine voice - something which also sounded to be very unfamiliar. Perturbed though he had been, lethargy soaked through him like a biting poison - stinting his movement and initially rewarding any attempts with a throbbing headache. Regardless, the man forced his gaze in the direction the voice has sourced from, until finally, an even stranger sight had entered his vision. An unfamiliar face...... but not only that, there was something even more unusual about this particular girl, something that, in his current state, took Nhogai a few moments to fully understand - long enough, in fact, for this girl.... this Raen girl, to exit the room. Astonishment and skepticism both quickly washed over Nhogai in that moment. Sheer awe from the encounter bled out through his expression and prompted the warrior to hurriedly force himself upward from the futon into a sitting position - only to quickly see himself drawing to an immediate halt. "...aggh..." A weak and uncontainable groan escaped from the depths of his throat as weariness proved an unrivalled foe and challenged his attempts to move into submission. The man grimaced this time as he caught his breath and reached a hand down toward the ground for support. He breathed deep yet silently as his demanding gaze threw itself across the room in search of the fleeing stranger. She had said something to him... he was sure of it, though little of it had actually processed with him. Though in reality only lasting a few seconds, the warrior's eternal glare searched out through the empty doorway for what felt like the longest time before it would finally be torn away once again to then turn it's attention upon the unfamiliar sight of his now, heavily bandaged body. Perplexed by the situation though he was, a dark expression akin to cynicism was all that his features revealed as he carefully applied pressure across his arms and chest over where the bandages had been wrapped, inspecting the damage that they otherwise concealed. Surprisingly, it would appear that most of the pain had subsided, even while purposely prodding at the wounds. In fact, the fading headache that he suspected merely came about from being out cold for so long seemed to be the worst of it - however long that may have been. ".........." Residing alone in the room's silence, the Xaelan's mind quickly became swamped with questions in his idleness. His gaze reached into the abyss beyond the room surrounding him as he eagerly searched through the foggy remnants of what he felt to be his freshest memories, though to little avail. One thing was for certain at least, though he was burdened by neither the company of restraints nor any apparent guards, he yet lacked the energy to do very much more than sit upright, something which didn't lend much toward earning him a sense of ease for what was yet to come. Frustrating as it was for a man of is nature, all that he could do for now was sit and wait for the answers to come to him.

Shall I assume that your characters are no longer affiliated with a tribe? ^^ Everything else has been updated... hopefully accurately!

There's a lot more to it that you could catch up on if you looked through the MSQ cutscenes back at the inn. For instance, The Empire are resuming their campaign on Eorzea under the command of Gaius van Baelsar and they have been present at both primal fights, with a high rank officer named Nero tol Scaeva in particular using a device to take readings of the the Primals' strength(?) from a distance for reasons yet unknown. Ifrit was described as disappointing and Titan I believe was described as "better" but still not good enough. Also, in an earlier cutscene, you see Gaius look skyward as a few of those dandelion helicopter things are transporting a large object overhead. It looked like a vehicle of some description. Oh, oh oh... and as you quest you sometimes encounter scenes where your characters discovers what are called Crystals of Light. You are apparently collecting these so that you can later challenge the Elite Four.

The questline between approximately 1 and 15 varies depending on your starting city but you ultimately perform various deeds that help raise your reputation amongst your peers and (eventually) people of influence. Along the way you meet certain members of a group you later discover to be from an organisation dubbed the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Each city state's storyline climaxes at a key event where you finally earn recognition from the state's leader. -For Gridania, you protect a the sacred Guardian Tree(correct me if I'm wrong) from an Ixalia horde under the influence of Ascian intervention. -For Limsa Lominsa, I think you protect an important ship-to-be from being destroyed by a horde of... Goblins? I'm assuming Ascian influence here too. -For Ul'dah, something of great importance was stolen by a malicious group of thugs(crown?) and you help recover it. You fight an ascian afterwards just like with the other two. Their involvement with the robbery, however, I cannot say. Regardless of where you started, you are subsequently brought before your state's respective leader who comes to realise you are chosen by Hydaelyn for a greater purpose and later assign you the task of serving as an envoy to deliver a message to each of the other leaders regarding a remembrance party for those lost in the calamity(?). From here on out, the stories merge and you do a number of odd quests and dungeons and, after coming to the aid of a woman being threatened by a thug and his cronies in the streets of Ul'dah, are met by the same member of the Scions whom you have bumped into on numerous occasions already preceding this. They recognise your talents(namely the echo) and moral deeds and invite you to come to their Headquarters. From here you lend your aid to the Scions and begin a number of quests, all whose objectives gravitate around the pursuit of Ascians whom have been up to no good in various parts of the realm. For one such questline, you are investigating kidnappings which later turn out to be orchestrated by the same thug from Ul'dah, and discover that he is selling innocent civilians to the Amalj'aa for tempering by luring them in under the pretence that he(feigning to be a man of the church) can offer them succor. You apprehend him and work together with the Immortal Flames to put an end to this by forcing him to arrange a meeting with the Amalj'aa. However, the Amalj'aa know about this ambush in advance due to a traitor within the Flames' ranks working alongside the thug and the Amalj'aa, and heavily outnumber your forces, leading to your capture. Everyone(including the two men aiding the Amalj'aa) are brought for tempering before the now-summoned Ifrit and all bar you lose their will and become mindless slaves to the primal. The echo protects you from tempering and noting this, a battle ensues from which you prove victorious. Having defeated a primal, you are asked to join one of the Grand Companies, each one wanting you among their ranks. Some more quests chasing leads on Ascian presence and also some quests relating to Sylphs where there were misplaced(as it turned out)concerns about their primal, Ramuh, being summoned(correct me if I'm wrong). You hear that Titan, the Kobold God, is expected to be summoned very soon so you set out to fight him on his home ground before he can pose an even worse threat to Limsa Lominsa. Searching for members of the Company of Heroes(who are famous for having slain Titan), you soon find yourself sent on a myriad of quests which later turns out to be their idea of testing your worth to take on the primal as opposed to sending any random, would-be hero to their death. Eventually, using the information they gave you, they arrange a meeting between you and a man named Riol who, with the help of the scion Y'shtola, earn you access a Kobold aetheryte to reach Titan underground right before he is summoned. After vanquishing him and reporting to the Maelstrom officer who provided you with information when you first began, you get a call from Minfillia(leader of the Scions) over the linkshell congratulating you on your success and bidding you return at your nearest convenience(for nothing particularly urgent as I recall). You return to their headquarters and plot happens. (If you are past this point then I can summarise more. I apologise for the very hasty and messy attempt I made here).

I admit that this confuses me a bit. While it's certainly not always necessary, I don't see how else you are supposed to convey an important detail like that regarding your character's reaction. For instance... Arrogant Swordsman: You can go ahead and leave now. I have no more need of you. Bumbling Acquaintance: W-Wait..... what? You want me to leave? In the case of the acquaintance's response, how are you supposed to tell if the person meant the statement to have been delivered with surprise while stuttering anxiously... or if they meant for it to be spoken with disbelief and frustration?

With each step he took through the thinning woodland, he could feel his body growing increasingly heavier and vulnerable to the storm's battering winds. His rasping breath was caught amidst a senseless battle between the survivalist within him that desperately sought to gasp for the ever-fading lifeline of air, and the honour-bound traditionalist holding tightly to the self-imposed façade of stoicism. Never, after all, was an audience necessary to hold true to one's dignity; such was the stubborn way of a Tumetan warrior, such was the way of Nhogai - even now, as the looming shadow of death crept ever closer in on him, much as a hunter would it's wounded prey. "Nnngh....." Self-loathingly, Nhogai found himself absently glaring out into the grey swell that consumed the forest around him, grossly frustrated with himself as he was, for simply failing to stifle yet another grunt of agony; this time unprovoked, and even louder than from moments earlier when a low-grown, tree branch had grazed against the messily, wrapped wound that defiled his ashen flesh. A large hand would instinctively reach down at the same time, quickly yet delicately moving to cover the telling gash that slithered around the right side of his abdominem in a futile attempt to soothe the piercing pain it gifted unto him with the lightest of touches. His eyes drew to a momentary close as a sharp, sliver of breath escaped past his trembling lips before he soon after brought his hand along with the dark film of crimson that now coated it away again a moment later. Nhogai grimaced fervently as his dark eyes locked upon the inauspicious shade of red that tainted his palm. What little time his makeshift bandaging had afforded him since when he had begun making his way through the abandoned caverns had long since passed him by now, possibly even before he had made it back out on to the mountainside. The normally insulated and durable fabric he had purposely torn from his clothes had now grown weak and wholly permeable having now being completely soaked through with his own blood. In addition, the tender sensation of it's tepidity as it trickled further down across his skin only further reminded him of the freezing, mountainous wind that hammered through the fragile woodland and smashed mercilessly into the unusual fragility that had overtaken his large body. "....eenngh..." he groaned once again, this time with a weaker, more dulled voice as his heaving lungs were sucked dry by a spontaneous flash of pain that shot through his body and saw him forced down onto one knee. The tempestuous wind whistled and roared around him, carrying with it an even thicker current of obscuring mist. Like the waters on the floodplains, it swiftly flowed throughout the lower reaches of the forest and in no time at all, rose above eye-level until it impeded the Xaelan's already-darkening range of sight. Another flash of pain saw the man agonizingly reaching down across his stomach to once again protect his wound from the elements. In spite of everything, the Xaelan's could think of nothing other than how it didn't bear imagining just how pitiful he must have appeared right now. Shallowing breaths. Though having successfully held off against the desire to simply crumble on the spot until now, it was for perhaps the first time in his entire life that Nhogai now found himself coming close to submitting; remaining there alone on the spot, silent and still like an obedient, little mutt. Though it was not the pain that had finally brought him to this standstill, but rather a sudden and resolve-collapsing thought which almost seemed as though it had been carried in along with the rolling winds. ("Why do you remain in this world?") a voiced echoed within his mind. He blinks slowly, his pained expression fading and falling neutral as his mind becomes consumed by this single question. ("For what reason do you flee death's embrace? Is there not nothing left for you?") Slowly, his eyes draw to a close as those words haunt him with the bitter reality of his own failure. ("There is nothing left") he resolves with a reluctant breath. ............ ................... ........................... ................................. (........?) Though unsure of what his eyes were searching for, the warrior suddenly found his faltering gaze reaching into the darkness that lay beyond the blustering haze before him. The wind's incessant howling dominated all other sound into submission, and this otherworldly haze had completely enraptured the forest to the point that the warrior could see no more than ten fulms in front of himself - and yet, almost like a sixth sense, he was certain that there was something else was out there. Straining to push his growing sense of agony aside for a moment, Nhogai's eyes narrow with both intent and focus as his gaze set upon the dark abyss that lay directly ahead of him. Only a few moments later would this mysterious presence finally draw into view from behind the swirling veil. A wolf. Curiously, though he would not normally dare underestimate the cunning of a pack of wolves, a short moment of eye contact between the two had immediately dispelled any such concern. There was no mistaking the matter. It was alone. Nhogai's dark stare narrowed even further, though moreso out of curiosity than apprehension. This animal... was like none he had ever seen. The dazzling purity of it's white coat was wholly unnatural - with not so much as a faint splotch of dirt earned from the mountain's rugged landscape to mar it's pristine perfection. And beyond that was it's unfaltering stare, a stare which lacked the reputable, predatory malice for which such creatures were both feared and greatly respected. From the very moment the wolf had drawn into view, Nhogai's intent focus had been fearlessly met by it's divinely, icy-blue gaze - the creature apparently unphased by the Tumetan's intensity. It was a surreal experience, one which left Nhogai speechless and in awe as he watched the creature's immaculate, snowy-white coat blend and haze restlessly against frosty mist as though it were merely a vision, a spectre conjured up by the swirling winds themselves. Were it not for the sharpness of that azure gaze that returned his curiosity with a piercing stare, Nhogai might not have even believed his eyes. When the warrior finally allowed himself to blink once again, however, the wolf had already seemed to lose interest in him, it's back now turned upon the wounded curiosity as it slowly began it's silent retreat through the swirling mist. "............." Though having briefly found himself stunned to complete silence, it wasn't long before Nhogai was on his feet once more and, for reasons beyond his understanding, began pursuing the creature through the thickening haze - one burdened step at a time. The true severity of the storm had become more apparent now more than ever, with his surroundings no longer appearing discernible to him. The mountainous fog had now consumed the entire forest, with the wind drawing innumerable currents throughout the air until little else could be seen other than a swirling sea of grey channelling through and between the towering silhouettes of the surrounding tree trunks. The new task he had suddenly assigned himself was made none the easier for the fact. Though why he was even moving again he could not say. A few moments ago it almost seemed as though he were seriously contemplating the idea of forfeiture, to merely sit and wait for death to come to him instead... but something inside was urging him to follow the mysterious creature that led on ahead - though he knew not why. Curiosity had never been a vice of his, so why now? The wind was growing increasingly more fierce as he continued forth, so much so that even a man of his stature was finding himself reaching into the air adjacent in an attempt to shield his face from it's incessant bludgeoning and preserve what little remained of his failing vision. The wolf ahead of him just barely continued to remain within his range of sight, a thinning white silhouette slowly stepping deeper and deeper into the dark abyss that would see it consumed. No matter how much more quickly he managed to force his pace, it always seemed as though the wolf was only moving further and further away from him, little by little. ~ Several minutes must have passed by the time the wolf had completely escaped into the concealing darkness. Stubborn in his nature however, Nhogai pressed on in the same direction regardless, his eyes only panning occasionally to make sure the creature hadn't suddenly deviated from it's course, though there was little to suggest that this was the case. He needn't have even allowed that occasional, naïve glance toward forest floor either, for naturally, it was of no help, not in this weather. Tracking anything like this would be damn near impossible for even the most expert of scouts - even ones whom weren't bleeding out at the same time. Cursing all rational thought, Nhogai swore beneath his breath and continued pushing forward regardless, all while ignoring the fact that what little of which remained of his strength continued to bleed dry from the deepening wound that this exertion was only worsening. ~ Unrelenting, the darkness was quickly enclosing even further upon his vision, reaching the point that he could only just barely make out what was directly ahead of him. It was a worrying sign when Nhogai was able to notice the cold. And it was cold.... very cold and only becoming colder, but still he would not relent. ~ Several more minutes had passed before Nhogai had finally reached his limit. Taking but a single step forward now demanded all his strength and will. His expression contorted with both agony and determination as the pitiful thought of stopping sought to seduce his mind once more into submission. He would not, could not stop like this. With a heaving grunt, he could feel the crunching snap of rotten sticks under foot as he took one more heavy step forward..... and then another....... and another.... and finally another - only this time there was no crunch to greet him. In fact, there was nothing at all. Brief was time it took for his large body to lurch forward over the unseen edge, and brief was the time he could feel the wind's unbridled ferocity as it swallowed his entire form whole for the short-lived moment he had fallen prey to the open air before all was returned to darkness.

Not at all ^^ Someone would have made it sooner or later regardless, but it is really nice to see so many people entertaining tribal backgrounds and open to the possibility of sharing them with others! And yes, haha ; I know because my friend had to make two name changes for her auri placeholders. It's a bit of a strange security measure but at least you don't need to wait very long. Edit: Okay! The opening post has been overhauled to be more fitting as a directory. I hope it's not too messy and difficult to read. If so, then please let me know what to change - as well as pointing out any mistakes I may have made!

Okay! I'll try to highlight the Mok's tribe in a moment as a means of showing that it's out of the ordinary. Ah, sorry about that. I take it that you mean to say that her name is the same as your username? I assumed you simply hadn't provided one yet >_< ; Sorry for the misunderstanding. That's so cool! I love how baby-faced that model is. She can genuinely pass for it (*-*) Congratulations!

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