[ WP ] A tribe has been migrating for so long that generations have been born and died knowing only travel . The only thing guiding them now are legends and stories .

On a lone and tiny moon lives a species of creature divided into three distinct species united together under three distinct tribes. 
 
 The tribe that roams at the forefront of dawn are tall and elegant, they walk in a perpetual Spring of abundant food, living heartily and leaving what they ca n't bring with them in their travel. 
 
 The tribe that walks in the Tall Suns staggers forward, eating what they may find remaining that has not wilted and lapping up the drying river beds. A hunger surges them forward and their gaunt frames move with great efficiency from shade to shade for the briefest of respites, endlessly chasing the dawn. 
 
 The final tribe that walks in the Darkness skitters tirelessly, scavenging what ever they can and ruthlessly surviving in their nocturnal territory by any means. They are driven forward by the frozen wasteland of the moons night, which promises to wipe out all who stray within its reach. 
 
 It has been said that at times the tribes have all walked together, but as a larger group moves slowly, there were those who would travel on ahead to live in the dawn.
