Tarantula - PHIGHTING!

# [ LOST TEMPLE ]
**DIVIDED LANDS**

*A large, dessert faction. With miles and miles of sand, and plenty of red canyons.*

*Ever since the incident relating to Firebrand scroching the Capital of Lost Temple 10 years ago, Lost Temple's inhabitants fractured into many groups notably;* ***The Church of the TRUE EYE and the Red Cliff Wranglers*** *in which both groups are equally large and at necks with eachother. The Government of Lost Temple is in shambles, trying to build a new capital though it is somewhat too late as the Faction's inhabitants have formed their own groups.*

*Oziphrages are large, vulture-like avians that are ridden mainly by the Red Cliff Wranglers.*

*All natives to Lost Temple speak in a southern accent, unless the Inphernal isn't originally from Lost Temple.*

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**REDCLIFF TERRITORY**
**"RED DUNES"**
**CAMP**
**7 PM**

*It was another great day, and the evening rolled around before anyone knew it.. and alas, the lot were gathered around the campfire. Telling all kinds of stories- personal anecdotes, their time in the past, about their families.. all of them took turns;*

**" —'n that's how aah lost mah middle finger! "**
*A Wrangler exclaimed, before the majority of them exclaimed in rambunctious laughter. Grappling Hook chuckling- before nudging Tarantula who was beside them, in which she merely rolled her eyes and yet even she couldn't hide the small smile forming on her face.*

" Ya were sorta askin' fo-wah it ya know? maybe reckon about what ya say next time. "
*Caltrop piped up after taking a sip from his warm of bowl soup. His expression remains neutral, and yet his body languange being at ease told one that he's completely enjoying the atmosphere.*

**" Chuck 'n aah hands are full! we caint keep lookin' after more children! "**

*Chuck, who sat beside Caltrop simply nodded. Having had finished his ration just now. Not even hiding his amusement.*

*Dinner for all had been served several minutes ago, and* ***Tarantula*** *helped prepare the dinner. It wasn't a one-inphernal job afterall, feeding an entire group.. even more a large one at that. She was used to making things in large quantities, so it was just a piece of cake for this burly Wrangler!*

*The atmosphere was nice and all- but she can't help but feel like.. someone's missing from the gathering. Her motherly senses were tingling- there were so many Wranglers, and yet she can just* ***feel*** *that a certain someone was not here. Mentally, her mind took note of all the Wranglers at attendance, remembering the majority of them aside from her primary group of friends.*

*Who, who.. who was not here?*

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Tarantula

Oziphrages are large, vulture-like avians that are ridden mainly by the Red Cliff Wranglers.

REDCLIFF TERRITORY "RED DUNES" CAMP 7 PM It was another great day, and the evening rolled around before anyone knew it.. and alas, the lot were gathered around the campfire. Telling all kinds of stories- personal anecdotes, their time in the past, about their families.. all of them took turns;

" —'n that's how aah lost mah middle finger! "

A Wrangler exclaimed, before the majority of them exclaimed in rambunctious laughter. Grappling Hook chuckling- before nudging Tarantula who was beside them, in which she merely rolled her eyes and yet even she couldn't hide the small smile forming on her face.

" Ya were sorta askin' fo-wah it ya know? maybe reckon about what ya say next time. "

Caltrop piped up after taking a sip from his warm of bowl soup. His expression remains neutral, and yet his body languange being at ease told one that he's completely enjoying the atmosphere.

" Chuck 'n aah hands are full! we caint keep lookin' after more children! "

Chuck, who sat beside Caltrop simply nodded. Having had finished his ration just now. Not even hiding his amusement.

Dinner for all had been served several minutes ago, and Tarantula helped prepare the dinner. It wasn't a one-inphernal job afterall, feeding an entire group.. even more a large one at that. She was used to making things in large quantities, so it was just a piece of cake for this burly Wrangler!

The atmosphere was nice and all- but she can't help but feel like.. someone's missing from the gathering. Her motherly senses were tingling- there were so many Wranglers, and yet she can just feel that a certain someone was not here. Mentally, her mind took note of all the Wranglers at attendance, remembering the majority of them aside from her primary group of friends.

Who, who.. who was not here? "..." Tarantula's expression changed slightly. She seem to remain calm, and yet the way her hold on her bowl drooped..

TNT, seems to be the only one that noticed his friend's subtle unease. He was wheezing prior, completely engrossed in the campfire stories— but his delighted expression, slowly lessened when they sat up and took note of Tarantula's expression.

" Oi, Tara, ya doin' well? if ya reckon the soup tastes slightly off, nobody is noticin'. "

He lightly teased as he looked up at her large figure. His normally loud voice automatically dropping to a volume that is only heard between the two.

" Its not the soup, aah just feel lak someone's not he-yah. " Tarantula matched TNT's volume. Her worried expression getting more prevalent when TNT asked.

" Ya talkin' about Beehive? saw 'em goin' back to their tent around 6:30. " He took a bite of the bread, before continuing on. " No harm en checkin' own 'em if ya reckon ya should. Maybe they are just taard. "

...Tarantula, with TNT's encouragement got up from the log she sat on. With a more determined expression this time-

Here, she shortly found herself infront of your tent. A small container housing the soup, and some bread.

" Beehive? " She called out softly with her motherly southern drawl.