Deep Hollow! {IC}

[LookatMe]

OOC is still accepting!
Sia Fortee
The sound of the alarm drums echoed around the small camp waking Sia up from her slumber. She would always get up from her slumber when she heard the rather loud drums that had been in the village for years. Being manually drummed on by her uncle, he was the only father she really had because of what happened to her real father. Sia never counted him as a father and agreed she never would because of what he did, even if he came back she wouldn't accept his apologies. Taking herself from her blankets that were placed on top of small raised logs with a platform to keep her in the air. Placing her bare feet onto the red blanket that covered the mud to make do as her 'carpet' so they wouldn't have to get their feet dirty in the mornings - Her mother having made these with the money Sia had earned when selling the animals she killed to get fabrics for the blankets that he mother sewed together with a needle. Sending fingers to her eyes, she rubbed them trying to wake herself up more. The sound of the drums went on for about 20 minutes until Sia had exited her cabin and her uncle knew that if she was awake most probably others were. She grabbed her day to day clothes from the end of her bed, placing them on with the paint that she also put on when she was leaving herself around her eyes and the top part of her face. Sia knew she was ready for the day one the paint was on her face, taking her quiver and throwing it over her shoulder with the strap. It hung there as she picked up her bow from the side of her bed, throwing the arrows into the quiver on her back. She exited her hut, pecking her mother on the fore head. Once out, she nodded to her uncle, he moved towards her with a great smile and the drum still stuck in between his legs.

[MsKittyCatty]

Meyta had been up an hour before the drums began. She knew the other villages knew when they would awaken simply by listening to the drums. If they could ever catch them before they began beating them, the village would certainly be unprepared. Meyta always looked over the village during this time to make sure none of them ever tried this. She had on animal skin pants today with a thick piece wrapped around her chest tightly, making it easier to climb trees and shoot her bow.

After the drums began beating, Mey knew it was okay to get out of the tree. After all, better warriors than her were now awakening. She jumped out, landing the 20 feet she’d been up onto the ground, her knees used to it by now. She never wore paints on her face, but always a woven band of leaves around her head like a halo, and a woven bracelet of flowers around her wrist… she liked making such adornments when bored in the kitchen with her mother.

She sighed, checking that she had all her arrows and her bow was intact before walking back into town, headed for her hut. As she walked in, her mother and father were getting out of bed, stretching and discussing their day’s agenda. Meyta rolled her eyes and walked over to her own bed, sitting down on the edge to await her mother’s usual commands. “Kitchen?” she asked, looking to her mother. “Of course!” he mother smirked, knowing how much Meyta hated it. She groaned and took off her quiver, setting it aside with her bow. “Fine… I’ll be there,” she said flatly, walking back out of the hut.

[MaloBeto]

The obnoxious sound of drumming pulled Tichaona back to reality. He hated the drums, they were meant to wake the entire village, but he always woke up a couple hours before. Not that he really wanted to, his body just woke up then and wouldn't go back to sleep. On this particular morning he had already prepared a poultice he would have to leave sitting out all day before it was ready, and sewn up the few holes that were forming in his robes from his frequent walks. He had just sat down with his pipe, took a couple puffs and was about to lose himself in thought when he heard the drums. It's rude interrupting a man while he's thinking he grumbled to himself, as he had done a thousand times before. He muttered to himself as he got up from his seat, retrieved a walking stick, and headed away from the village. He knew it was only bound to get more noisy as people woke up.

[MissCapnCrunch]

This hut was the polar opposite of the dweller's personality. Dank, cluttered, and intimidating, even the most fierce of warrior turned into a mouse when having to enter for her advice or spiritual healing. A various amount of bottles, bowls, powdered ingredients, lined the wall, and toppled over one another on the wooden chest that had been in her family for many years. Legend says if you get a look inside the chest, you get to see the way you will die. Of course no soul is brave enough (or perhaps foolish enough) to ask to take a peak.

Anacaona's head bobbed back side to side with the beating of the drum. Her eyes slightly closing as it lulled her back to sleep. The rustling around her hut as village member and village member awoke is what caught her attention. She spoke to herself, "Can a woman get any beauty rest around here?" Ana peered against one of her glass bowls and caught her reflection in it "Perhaps they'd worry I'd have to hibernate!" letting out a quiet chuckle at herself. She then proceeded to put on her daily tunic and a dash of her red warrior paint.

"Laat vrede op ons huis gehou word" Ana chanted as she pounded a mixture of various plants, herbs, and unrecognizable items together in a wooden bowl. She proceeded to grab a handful spreading it across the ground in a line. "Thankyou." she whispered up to the sky, waiting for the word of the day.