Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150215205820/@comment-4211788-20150505040818

Assuming every member returned to the cave after the past events, nightfall landed on the island. This night was oddly clear, but it was dark, pitch black even.

Once every member returned to the cave, Hiero himself closed the exit doors of the cave.

The hawk lit very small flames, enough to keep each member warm but nothing substantial as a source of light.

Hiero kept to himself, ignoring his comrades entirely as he kneeled down in a dark corner and looked over his Igna-Tribu emblem. The hawk had much of his hair covering his face, making it hard to decipher his expression, especially with how dark the corner of the cave was.

Truth was, the hawk's eyes were sparkling, there was no longer aggression in the hawk. He was miserable. He misses his home dearly, and he realizes he took his stresses out on his comrades.

His hand shook when holding the emblem, All the hawk could think of what home was like.. How his powerful tribe would react to the death of everything. He thought of his friends, his closest comrades in the Igna-Tribu.

The hawk finally puts the emblem away before curling up and falling asleep.

[I am considering on ending this chapter here, next chapter will focus on the forest plains, where Dingo's character lays dormant. if you've got anything to say as either a hero or villain, I suggest you get it done now.]