Staring at the skies, Tash'arr remembered the past when their tribe ruled the land near the Burning Sands. The numerous times that they entered the sea of endless sands to raid those dark-skinned humans and take away all their belonging. Those many times that they celebrated their victories, dancing around a great fire while carrying their battle trophies that are still dripping blood.
Such splendid memories have all come to an end. His tribe now has fallen so low that many of them sided with their greatest enemy. His blood boiled as he remembered the teachings that were passed down by their ancestors.
"May our ancestors show as mercy..." Tash'arr softly muttered as he charged towards where Xok'nath was at. His movements caused the ground to shake wildly as his enormous and heavy figure dashed forward.