by Kiaramali on August 16th, 2013, 3:07 am
"The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger; the first is a perpetual call upon them to propagate their kind, the latter to preserve themselves." Blood is thicker than water and in the arid dust bowl of Ekytol, there’s nothing left to sustain Kiaramali. Boundaries etched by tribal ties form the dried well that is her heart.
While her father crafts the Tatsuwaat tribe’s finest clay with the same weathered hands that piece together her family, her mother is their provider. She keeps them alive with the honed skills of a Chaktawe hunter, but it’s knowing her four daughters will fatten the tribe’s bloodline that truly gives her pride.
Her mother’s daughter to the core, Kiaramali strives to preserve their way of life and if the rune stones fall in her favor, the dark shadow of the outside world will remain well beyond the sand dunes of their home. She could never muddy the Chaktawe's thin gene pool by falling for an outsider again.
And now that her sister has? Kiaramali’s spiritual journey is on hold, her way of life is in tatters and she may not ever be able to find her way back home once the sandstorm settles.
"A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." On the 63rd of Fall, 489, Kiaramali was born into the loving hands of the Tatsuwaat Tribe as the second-youngest daughter of Padidah and Shyamak. She's spent her entire life traveling across the deserts of Ekytol, living off the sand and protecting the culture of her people from anything that would taint it. |
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