<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0772c3596747f45ef5dcf2d5f074c0ca/tumblr_mf1oeeiy4L1rflk1eo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bastet<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Haas Filoth<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Roran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Haas-Thuban<br/><hr/><br/>She walked silently without much of a noise underfoot other than the gentle sweeping of her garments against the sand. As the custom of her people, her body was fully covered with nothing visible other than the dark brown of her eyes. The rest of her features were hidden by a veil. She could still remember the time when her mother introduced her to the garment. Within her tribe, girls began to wear it when they became of age. It was both blessing and a curse.<em>It itches.</em>That was her first and last complaint before her mother drilled her with those seeing eyes of hers. Now, the cloth had become as much a part of her as skin covering bone. As she moved further away from the settlement of her people, she took note of some of the small changes since her last visit to this area. It seemed there was more greenery. A positive to report back to her family. With more plants, came new life in the form of insects and other smaller creatures.<br/><br/>Soon enough, she came upon the clearing used for retrieval of water. Instantly, the air felt cooler on her visible skin, and she very much appreciated the natural shade from the sun. Baset was about to fetch the water until she heard a curious sound a small distance away. There was a man in the water. It was not a member of her tribe. She prevented any gasp of surprise from coming from her lips then quickly moved behind a tree close enough to remain hidden from this intruder. Silent as a mouse, she withdrew the blade from her clothing. It glinted off a sliver of sunlight. Again, she invested the man from protection of cover. He looked odd. At least to her desert eyes. Yet, she knew of his kind. Their greed was notoriously heard even in these parts where their numbers were low. Part of her wondered if he was there alone, or did some more of his people lurk further away. Bastet placed the water pot on the sand without even a clink, thinking of her best options. She could kill him while he was defenseless then try and track the others before reporting back to her elder.<br/><br/>A decision was made in her mind.<br/><br/>Lowering her body to the cool sand, she began to move stealthily through the clearing with her sword clenched in between her fingers. Once near a tree by his possessions, Bastet rose back up to stand on her feet. She kissed her blade then revealed herself to the man, standing over his weapon's with narrowed eyes and pointed her weapon at him without a quiver. It was clear she knew how to use and wield her weapon.<strong>"Get out of the water. Slowly."</strong>Her voice was confident, low, and a touch dulcet due to a natural accent.<strong>"If you try to grab your weapon, I will cut off a limb."</strong>