Oasis Hunt

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[A depiction of a member of the tribe hunting with his falcon.]

 

As the winter months began to draw to a close in the Mountain Oasis, cooler temperatures receded like the ocean’s tide, the first leaders of migrating flocks returning have been sighted, and wildlife began to creep out of hiding amongst the rocks and hills of the mountain ranges. 

 

With the first fleeting hints of winter’s end, predator and prey alike braved forth in search of food, starved from long months of scarcity amongst the mesa’s already harsh, deserted climate. A great clamor arose amongst the Mountain Oasis as flocks appeared to straggle, slowly diminish. Individually, members of the tribe caught foxes, small desert wolves, and other predators seeking out prey amongst their pens - but still the ghostly onslaught continued. What would happen if the disappearances among their flock moved to their children, their youth, their brothers and sister? Something must be done to preserve the sanctity of the Oasis, and therefore a call went out amongst the muqeem for a Hunt to take place, to withhold rest until the culprits were found and dealt with.

 

Word spread, and brothers and sisters alike bustled with activity in preparation for the upcoming Hunt. Blades were sharpened, arrows fashioned, bows restrung. Pens were closed, more closely guarded, 'til what devilry attacking the flocks was caught.

 

Spoiler

OOC: event to take place Feb. 11, at 8pm EST, gathering at the Oasis marketplace