The trek had been a long an arduous four month haul, a trek that had been not been without it's casualties. The once 32 strong Tsingani Traveler tribe of wandering gypsies would crest the horizon with only 26 remaining remembers to their pack. Many were wrapped up in their normal attire – faces hidden, and thick clothes to hide their genders all were precautions to help keep them safe on their journey. Many were mounted up on Kalgro – large horses that had survived the fall and been bred over the years into enormous mount horse capable of carrying up to five people and still drag carts and wagons. They were sturdy horses and harder to kill having developed thicker hides and cloven hooves for defensive means along with a strange set of canines. A bite or kick from one of these new era beasts would break bones and slice flesh.<br/><br/>The caravan only drew with them a single<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FtQNd4iEFTkk%2Fhqdefault.jpg&amp;hash=57aa0c7edc5ffba1794885bcc11cd42b" href="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tQNd4iEFTkk/hqdefault.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">wagon</a>converted from an old tank and a train, the weight of the metal rolled slowly on caterpillar tracks and drawn by two Kalgro. Those mounted in the tribe formed a circle around this 'wagon' while those that walked moved closer to the wagon or clung to it's frame as it moved. Standing at the front of the wagon was their Leader<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F2f%2Fad%2F65%2F2fad6563852da9f39051e8979fca7902.jpg&amp;hash=6cec15c50d997f3c7d5230db5709816d" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/ad/65/2fad6563852da9f39051e8979fca7902.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Gregon</a>a brute of a man who wore less covering being shirtless and holding the chain reins of the hauling pair of Kalgro. His hair was cropped short and smeared with ashen colored mud. All this and more was to make him stand out within his tribe Their beliefs meant for their enemies to come for him first and foremost – while hiding their women amongst their men.<br/><br/>They were moving with purpose slowly along the eastern side of the G.G. Nearly two miles from the outpost – their tribe avoided most populated places as a general rule of thumb. They survived on their own but as they came nearly parallel with town a whistled call came up and the caravan halted their movement. The circle didn't break up but weapons were at the ready everything from bone staves to full auto rifles could be seen. A chirp came from the rear of the caravan and this was when something different appeared in the tribe.<br/><br/>A roving form smaller than the Kalgro that moved with predatory purpose slinked through the group with dark black and crimson scales click-clacking against each of and low rumbling growls rolling from it's enormous chest. It was another new era beast, one that not many had the fortune of walking away from. Said to have evolved from a splicing of both canine and feline genes it was one of the most deadly normal creatures to walk the lands, even hunting Vysts to survive. The Tsingani Tribe had come to call it the Demon Dog, but it's<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Fd3%2F21%2Ff3%2Fd321f32dd25b7051baf185cd0dea43a3.jpg&amp;hash=79da78e456e977f92f7cb634419b3aea" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d3/21/f3/d321f32dd25b7051baf185cd0dea43a3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rider</a>, perched low along it's back, had called him<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F5lzLOjT.jpg&amp;hash=ea6eb4e3855f9fa1a42330b7d4858bfb" href="http://i.imgur.com/5lzLOjT.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Devos</a>.<br/><br/>It stopped just beside the front of the wagon allowing it's rider a few quick words with the tribe leader before the pair of them looked towards the G.G. Outpost. Gregon's face was not happy but in the end the gruff man gave a quick jerk of his head then whirled his hand above his head and called for the caravan to move on. However, in the comotion the Demon Dog's rider pulled Devos to the side and broke from the line heading straight for the outpost. A long staff – glaive was strapped diagnoally along her back and she wore a conglomeration of scraps from old world military attire. About her neck thick over laying collar was belted on and pulled up above her nose to rest just under her eyes. Long crimson hair streamed out behind her was tied up in a single pony tail was fiery red. Devos gave a great howling call as he headed for the city only to be pulled short and made to approach at a walk when they were just outside of the town.<br/><br/>She was here for supplies, her family were still moving east. The earth quakes of the west – paired with the insanity of their politics had left her kind to move on. They'd been fueled on rumors that told of a great oasis to the north east of what remained of the old U.S. Continent. That and California only had a year or two at most left before it would break free of the continent. They sought a better living and well they had never truly been welcomed back west anyways. In fact the Tsingani seemed to be unwelcome in most places.<br/><br/>Pulling to a sliding stop the Demon Dog's rider sat tall on his shoulders her feet tucked tight along his ribs just under his elbows to keep her position snug against his back just behind his shoulders. She looked around for look outs and guards of the like before a gentle cluck of her tongue had Devos moving forward once again. She was hoping to find a rations store, having more than plenty of bullet's she could part with for trade, along with some other interesting things she kept in the packs harnessed onto Devos' sides. Devos gave gentle low growls at passer bys while his rider shushed him and smiled behind her own veil.<br/><br/>“Now now Dev, don't mind their starin – they simply don't know better.” She smirked “I hear most here lack in manners after all” She gave his thick scaled neck a pat which he seemed to respond to by clacking those ruff scales together. She looked up from his grumbling manners and noticed a lean to that may do her some good. She halted Devos and slid down slowly from his back casting startling hazel gold green eyes about as if in warning to any dare approach her 'pet' before turning to move for the lean to store.<br/><br/>Pushing past the weak curtain she called out “Ello and fair greetings?” The place looked rather dusty. She wondered – would her family ever find a place not covered in dust dirt and grime! She quirked a thin brow and look around the shop while waiting for someone to reply.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="114" data-username="@Andraus" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/114/">@Andraus</a>