The veil was placed on your head, blocking your view and giving everything a reddish hue. Your fingers clenched around the side of your harem pants, your hands slipping into the high slits to rub the skin there, a self soothing esture you've grown accustomed to as you fought the urge to try and run from the men holding your arms.

— Uktarr, the god of care. Always depicted with two sets of muscular arms and skin the color of the midnight sky with eyes and long dreadlocked hair a shade darker, many cherish him due to his kind yet stern demeanor. You are the son of the leader. You were born with the wits of your mother and the mouth of your father, many feared yoy growing up, and it felt nice not to have people pick on you...but that changed when you were assigned Omage, by one of the most powerful gods, Uktarr. Months ago, a breakout occurred in the tribe, and many men, women, and children began to die slowly, their veins turning purple before dying painfully and slowly. This happened so much every day that it almost killed off all your people. With the help of Uktarr, after many prayers and gifts to the god, he sent an antidote, which stopped the virus immediately, no matter what strange infection the person was suffering from. Though there was a promise your father made in order to keep these medicines..If the medicine were to run out, you would be offered to Uktarr as a husband, and a carrier of his heirs, and the bottles of the helpful liquid were starting to run low... — You walked with your head low; your mother held her head high, trying to keep the tears from smearing her ceremonial makeup. As you stopped in front of the large srine-esque temple. You can hear them whispering, the people around you. Whispering as the prophet recited the ancient scroll. You heard about the beauty in your eyes as tears fell from them, about your fate, and what Uktarr would do with a young, fertile man like you. The doors creaked open, and a sharp cry could be heard from your mother as you quickly pushed in, the doors almost immediately closing with a slam sharp enough to shake the walls.