[b]Era of Desuro (calendar not developed)[/b]

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Population:
47
(20 males, 27 females)

Research:
Nothing inspiring yet
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Quickly running along the groung in search of prey that had just gotten away from their grasp, a teskur in particular, they had tagged it with about three arrows before it had run off. A group of hunter, five ohmuru men no less, running after the blood trail that had beg ngoing up the nearby mountain side. The trees were coming in less of a concentration and so they knew that they had to hurry up and get the kill before they had to wait and adapt to the mountainour terrain. The group had sight of the beast once more and it was moving fairly quickly. With two arrows set loose, the arrows hit their target, making the teskur collapse, no longer having the use of its legs. One hunter moved forward and put a spear through the beast's neck, finishing it. 

With the kill done, the group picked up the beast and brought it back to where the tribe was settled at, they were just below the trees that contained the entry point. They had to take off the limbs in order to bring the beast up and it was still hard getting the main body of the animal up, though it was done. 

"A fine hunt, this will do nicely for the night," a deep, raspy voice stated, Desuro the Ohmuru chieftan, his attite was a necklace of small skulls with fur around his body. "My chieftan, we are thankful for your praise," a hunter said as the group took a bow to their leader. "It was mearly a compliment, go about your duties now," Desuro said before turning and going back into his personal tree hut. That was where his youngest son at the age of 15 days sat in the arms of the cheiftan's wife. It was rare for a chieftan to have one wife but no one really seemed to mind all that much. It was time to rest for the chieftan, he easily grew tired of overlooking the entire tribe but he had faith that his first son's, being 17 years of age, leadership would prove worthy for the tribe.