Well, this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
A simple kidnapping and pretend marriage suddenly ended up with a complete banishment from the tribe, and the precious pony tail that showed aged and earned respected had been cut off. Idly his hand had wandered back to the still fresh cut hair at the back of his head. It was rough and short, the black depths no longer trailing down his back. A mournful sigh passed his lips as he continued to walk along the sun beaten path. It wasn't too bad out here, he had seen this road many times and walked it even more.
All he was guilty of was falling in love and not wanting to let go of said love.
He didn't even get to keep that which he had done all this for, he thought bitterly to himself. She was off now somewhere, and here he was, stuck to walk the desert until he made amends, or until his hair grew back out to the same length. They'd keep his old braided hair tail back at the camp no doubt and just wait for his return. This was terrible! Even his Spirit Givers had taken away his Earned name. He was no longer a Vin 'El.
He was just...Capric.
The tanned caramel skinned man was wrapped in light clothing. It kept the heat out for the most part, and even kept him dry. Despite the full face wrap around his head, his long pointed ears, like a rabbits, stuck out from the white cloth. Each of them had been pierced five times, but now they held no rings, they were supposed to close back up, and he would undergo the pain of piercing them once more. It was not a happy day for the lonesome traveller, but he vowed that he would find a way back to his tribe...one day. He'd go back better and stronger than ever. He'd get ten rings in his sensitive ears! Yes! That would show them.
Cussing lightly, he kicked a rock out of his path. The young man had nothing more than a small travelling pack on his back, two daggers on his belt, and the clothes he wore now. He was allowed to take as much as he could carry, and knowing what he would need to survive, he packed some clothes and a lot of food and beverages. He had to leave all those precious things he had gathered over the years...letting them get divided up amongst the clan.
It just wasn't fair...kind of.
