Title: Seven Kingdoms.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing connecting to these characters. All of Transformer related things are the property of Hasbro.
Warnings: I probably won't be bashing anyone and this is AU, fantasy, and I was inspired to do this by the movie Push. You have been warned. Also, this will be carried on by drabbles, one-shots, snippets and the like. All will be connected by a single motivated story-line so hold onto your hats and enjoy the ride…. Please?
Summary: AU, based mostly around the idea of the Tranformers landing on an Earth with shape shifters, psychics, witches and very, very little technology. Slightly tilted Armada verse with the occasional appearance of the '07, '09 and Animated humans and possibly Transformers, although those will most likely be based on Animated, because the ones in the movies freak me out.

"Mech"- Regular speech
"Femme"- Mini-con speech/comm. link
"Trans"- Telepathic speech
'Formers'- Thoughts
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Primitive:

"So, you're the ones High Wire spoke about…"

Standing above Rad at an ominous height of over thirty feet, tall and proud, were the autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron. Three of them. The blond had expected it to scare him, make him change and bolt back to his tribe, but… High Wire was right. They may be somewhat strange to him and Carlos, but they had a trusting aura.

"Hello. You must be the ones the Mini-cons spoke of," The obvious leader greeted, bending down just enough to get a better look at both young men, their two Mini-cons, plus the one who hadn't been claimed yet, standing their ground beside them. The blue eyed seventeen year old moved two steps forward, Carlos staying with the Mini-cons in a regular protective stance all the elder males of the tribe took when guarding something precious.

"I'm Rad, and I'd like to welcome you to Earth and the Red Plain."

The leader of the very powerful looking robots smiled under his battle mask, emboldened by the much smaller being's courage, "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, and I thank you for the hospitality," Optimus turned to his men, coaxing them to give their names non-verbally.

The tall blue one stepped forward giving a little bow of the head, "My name is Red Alert."

"And you can call me Hot Shot," The yellow one who might as well have been a teenager in Transformer years said, jutting a thumb at himself, "Because that's what I am. And I don't take any prisoners."

"Pretty confidant isn't he?" Carlos spoke to the Mini-con, Grindor, who had taken a liking to him. Grindor nodded, giving a happy little beep in return.

North Country:

Megatron hadn't expected to land in a pleasant place when he warped to the strange planet he'd never even heard of, but this was ridiculous! He and his men had crashed into some very solid trees, no signs of Autobots anywhere but trillions of organic life as far as the optics could see. He was still trying to remove little green pieces of organic plant life from the grooves and seems along his front.

"Lord Megatron?"

Turning from where he'd been looking at the very hot, unpleasant sun above them, the commander of all Decepticons looked to his second in command with a fairly pissed off look, "What do you want, Starscream?"

Unfazed by the horned mech's temper, the red Seeker said in his usual scratchy monotone, "Me and the others have discovered a formation of caves that would be appropriate for a base. Also," And here Starscream paused, thinking over his words a few times in his head, "Cyclonus has spotted a small group of sentient organics, about thirty in number, three point four miles south of here. Shall we terminate?"

"No," Megatron ordered, resisting the urge to cheer when the stick he'd been nudging about in his shoulder strut finally came free, "We don't want to draw un-necessary attention—"

"Lord Megatron!"

The Decepticon leader cringed as Demolisher's voice rattled through his comm. link, "What is it now?!"

"I'm sorry sir, but there's a strange black and brown organic with a sharp set dentals attacking Cyclonus in the cave we were clearing out!"

Megatron gave an annoyed snort. Perhaps it would have been better to bring Thrust on this mission? At least he could handle some worthless organic.

Imagery:

The thing that made Rad, Carlos and some of the people of the Seven Kingdoms so much like the Transformers, were their abilities. More than a third of the human population could shape shift into a type of animal… Only, much bigger than the average animal. Rad, being a red elk stag the size of a Clydesdale and Carlos being a gazelle about the same size, were enough proof of that. The other two thirds of the populace had special abilities. Like moving things with their minds, seeing the future, shielding themselves and others from people who could see everything, being able to change objects for a short time from one thing to another and very rarely, seeing everything that was and being able to be unseen in all the strings of the future.

Rad and Carlos both had one of these abilities, acquired through years of their families' genetics.

The blond male can move things with his mind and is exceedingly good at it. He even managed to lift Hot Shot into the air and spin him. Freaked the poor mech out pretty bad.

Carlos can, if he ever wants to, change any things' physical appearance for about an hour or two. He tried it on Red Alert to prove a point, making the medic's left laser arm into an actual servo. It was strange and exciting, but Red Alert was actually happy when it changed back.

These gifts had helped the two humans a lot in their difficult lives and they gladly shared them with the Mini-cons they'd awakened. High Wire could basically do what Rad could, but it was hard, especially when the mostly blue Mini-con tried it for the first time, lifting a glass bowl the boys had brought, into the air and setting it in one of the higher holes in their underground base. Grindor had managed to change a wrench twice his size into a big metal ball, sending it through the base on accident.

Death Masks:

"What in the Pit is that?!"

Standing at the mouth of the cave the Decepticons had started to clear out, boulders and debris spread out for yards like an explosion had taken place within as proof, stood a black beast with a touch of brown on the end of its tail, a set of sharp teeth displayed for the giants that had tried to steal its home. Under its front paw was one of Cyclonus' rotors, gnawed on and covered in the creature's saliva.

While Demolisher dragged Cyclonus away, the whirly-bird complaining about mistreatment and struggling to get back into the fight he'd been in with the organic for the past few minutes, Megatron raised his hip cannon at what his systems identified as hostile and fired, "Whatever it is, it's not welcome here. Starscream, isn't there something on this planet that can tell us how to get rid of this thing?"

The red Seeker tilted his head to the side, searching the airwaves for that information system he'd discovered shortly after hearing Demolisher call for back-up. The organics at least had some electronics on planet and he could vaguely understand that it was called 'Internet', a source of communications for the very few who could find it. Starscream, luckily, could do exactly that, and thereby searched for what his leader requested.

"Well, according to this 'Internet', it's something called a wolf. But, I might point out that this one is five times bigger than the ones indicated in the information. Perhaps it's a hybrid of sorts?"

"Never mind that," Megatron ordered, growing much angrier as the wolf kept bounding away as he shot his cannon, missing it each time and giving it more room to move around, some of the cave walls collapsing from the cannon's ammo, "Why is it attacking us?!"

"It's protecting its home, sir. They apparently find empty places like this to hide, remain dry and protect their young. There's probably more of them hiding further inside."

As the last of the words left his vocal processors, the wolf gave a low yip and, unexpectedly, looked from the cave, to the Decepticons and lost its threatening disposition. It was as though it had suddenly run out of steam or just thought it pointless to continue when there were four hulking, metal beings and it had only itself. When Megatron didn't attack again, it bolted from the cave and into the woods, not even looking back once, disappearing in the trees and shadows despite its size.

The horned mech looked back over to Starscream, optic ridge rising questioningly.

Starscream held back the urge to shrug, "Or, maybe we just woke it from its recharge cycle?"

Too Much Animosity:

Rad's father wasn't the chief of their village, that title belonged to Keller, a whitetail buck that might as well have been the size of a buffalo, but when Mr. White spoke, you listened.

"Rad, I've come to learn that you've been talking to those giants up near the old mines. What is it that they want?"

The teen shuffled under his parent's steely gaze, but did his best to answer, "They're looking for their brethren. And something else, but they haven't told us what just yet. High Wire was going to explain it to me more when we found a few more of his tribe."

The older man's large elk ears folded back a little. As much as he was proud of his son for helping beings not like them, he couldn't shake the feeling something was going to happen. Something dangerous.

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"Did you have a vision? Is that why you're asking all these questions lately?" Rad asked, voice lowering in worry at the look his father gave, body language telling him he'd hit the nail right on the head, as his father was no good at hiding things since the teen's mother died. It had gotten to the point that he couldn't tell a lie to save his life and Rad had to basically become his confessor.

The blond man with a few little wisps of grey sighed, eyes closing to arrange his thoughts more clearly, "Yes. But, it's not all to do with your new friends. It has something to do with those other ones that are now in the woods and… that wolf Keller got rid of. The black one with the teal eyes… And that little orange bot that looks like it's looking for someone… I don't know, Rad, just promise me you'll be more careful."

"Of course," Rad confirmed, giving a reassuring smile.

Learning:

"Ah, Grindor this is awesome! You look almost just like me, right down to your horns!"

The dark male could not have spoken truer words. Grindor, taking some of his human's energy as High Wire had with Rad just hours before, stood before Carlos in his earth 'vehicle' mode. He was much smaller than Carlos, but indeed the proper anatomy for a gazelle, two long spiral horns atop his sleeked helm, four spindly legs that were perfect and made for speed and a few features on the inside that came naturally to all Mini-cons. His coloring could never be found naturally on this planet, but was still a lovely sight for Carlos who was, himself, in his secondary form.

Carlos stood before Grindor at a size no average gazelle could manage and looked over his friend, pride radiating off of him like a parent or the like. It made the dark Mini-con wish he could give a smile or something, to show his appreciation.

Behind the two, Rad and High Wire looked on in their own secondary forms, the blue Mini-con's disposition saying he was clearly proud of his dear friend being able to overcome the problem they'd been faced with for the last few weeks. High Wire's own horns that unlike Grindor's were thick and tilted back, gleamed in the Autobots base's un-natural lighting, "You're doing wonderfully, Grindor!"

"Thank you, High Wire," Grindor beeped back, his odd metallic hooves clicking as he shuffled a bit, "Now… can someone show me how to walk properly?"

Expectations:

"Optimus, sir," Red Alert spoke from behind his commander, who was reading over the blueprints Rad had given him of the caves they now occupied.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Could I have a private word with you about the orange Mini-con?" The medic asked politely, shutting the rusty door behind him and taking the extra seat that the Warp Gate's room had in case someone was expected to watch out for Decepticons. The crueler batch of Transformers hadn't made any sort of move since coming to Earth because a Mini-con signal hadn't activated yet, but they needed to be prepared for anything. Hence the discussion the medic wanted to have with Optimus.

"What about it, is something wrong?" The commander asked, glancing up at the blue mech beside him.

"Well," Red Alert paused briefly, considering his words so as not to seem as worried as he actually was, "Sir, I can't seem to find it today. I woke up out of recharge and it was just… gone. You haven't seen it walking around anywhere on the monitors, have you?"

"No," Optimus replied, moving to check the computers they'd installed the first three nights they'd spent in the caves, looking over the maps of the area and finding a little green blip on the radar, most probably the orange Mini-con that had yet to find a partner, heading for what the Autobots had designated as Decepticon territory. That actually would have worried Optimus and Red Alert both, if they hadn't seen in making the slightest of turns that meant it wasn't looking for their four million year enemies.

"What's it doing all the way out there?" Red Alert asked rhetorically, pushing a couple buttons to see if there were any schematics of the woods the little Mini-con was tromping through, with no regard to its own safety. They didn't know much about the orange Mini-con, it hadn't spoken since being awakened at the same time as Grindor and refused to become any of the Autobot soldiers' partner. It was almost as if it was waiting for someone.

"Maybe it's picked up another Mini-con's location?" Optimus suggested, pointing on the screen at where the little one had seemed to stop for no reason, but not reading anything on the radar to say that his theory was correct. The scanners were picking up something, but neither 'Bot could tell if it was a Mini-con or an organic, the screen actually becoming covered in static just a few yards from the unclaimed Mini-con's location.

"Red Alert," Optimus spoke, finally deciding on a course of action, "Go find Hot Shot and Jolt and give them these co-ordinates. Let's hope the little one isn't in trouble."

Raining:

Leader-1 had hoped that he'd at least go into stasis on a planet where he had little chance of being turned into scrap metal upon. This hope, he quickly realized, was dashed the moment he was awakened for some reason from his nice recharge by, of course, his old master. Now, not only had he been sent to this very far away, organic planet for no reason, but he had to get to work or he wouldn't last more than a moment.

Tiny digits digging into the tree that he was strangely happy to find much bigger than his "great leader", the grey Mini-con made his way up the trunk to locate and dislodge the green panel his master's second in command was stilling whining about. The panel was too high up for the ground oriented mechs and Starscream couldn't fly under the canopy so that had left Leader-1, grumbling internally at his life.

'I will not drop this panel on Megatron's head to make myself feel better, I will not give Megatron a reason to flatten me, I will not complain like that whiney crank shaft of a Seeker…' Leader-1 chanted from within, his servos finally reaching the panel and beginning the tedious process of removing what would soon be his re-awakened brethren from the solid organic material.

He managed to pry the panel out just enough to get a firm grip on it, below Starscream was still belly-aching about being lied to by his commander about getting the Mini-con. Just as Leader-1 was about to beep down at the red and white mech to just shut up, a sound he'd never heard before sounded out from the sky. It was loud and mean and so terrifying that Leader-1 actually managed to pry the panel out through sheer fear of what the noise meant was coming next and dropped the panel…

A millisecond later, turbines accompanied the sound that came from the sky and the Mini-con was fairly certain about what was to come next.

"Yes! Finally I have my very own Mini-con!"

'Woo-hoo.' Leader-1 thought sarcastically, head leaning on his servo and watched as the Seeker activated the panel. By Primus, they were never going to hear the end of this when they got back to base.

'Oh well,' The grey little mech conceded, watching as the newest Decepticon bound Mini-con came into focus, all amped up, red and ready for whatever came his way, 'Is least now there's someone else to talk to.'

Above, drowning out the sound of Megatron reprimanding his second in command for this pitiful display, came yet another terrifying boom, this one followed by what Leader-1 discovered to be water droplets in large amounts. It drenched him in moments, along with his master, the other mechs and the red Mini-con who sort of revved his engine at the pleasant feeling. Wet, which Megatron hated.

Maybe this organic planet wouldn't be so bad…

Victim's of Fate:

Really, Hot Shot had been expecting a nice tour of the valley when Rad had offered to take him out with High Wire. The yellow mech hadn't been disappointed for the most part. He had the opportunity to see the beautiful golden landscape, some trees that looked spindly along the trunk and like wispy green clouds along the bottom, the waterhole that Rad and High Wire splashed around in their elk forms…

But, he hadn't expected to see what the humans had warned him about the week they first met.

Along the lining of the trees, with the shade covering the deer that the blond human Hot Shot had become attached to explained were simple animals with not much mental capacity, the yellow Autobot was witness to a terrifying event. When one of the larger deer, a buck, moved to eat a generous portion of grass, it almost seemed as if one of the shadows beyond the trees lunged out and tackled the buck. It sent High Wire and Rad bounding behind the Autobot as the shadow, which had sharp white teeth, gave the deer a moment to register it was finished and broke its neck.

The rest of the dead animals' herd bolted away leaving a clear view for Hot Shot as the attacker ripped into the dead buck, bone and skin giving away under sharp fangs, blood being lapped up and soon nothing was left behind but the pelt, large bones, the skull and what may have been the stomach. The Autobot had the urge to flinch when the great black creature actually noticed the Cybertronian's presence. Or, the much smaller males near Hot Shot's feet, teal eyes seeming to grow hot at the mere sight of Rad, like a glow from a lamp that flickers with extra power before going back to normal.

The creature didn't make a move for Rad or High Wire, but just sort of vanished into the woods again, one of its legs seeming slower than the rest of it. If Hot Shot didn't know any better, he'd have thought it was injured or something.

When he was sure it was gone Hot Shot turned back down to the smaller males, High Wire sticking closely to Rad and still looking at the dead remains. Rad, on the hand, was giving a sort of melancholy look from the woods and then up to Hot Shot, "Sorry you had to see that, but even predators need to eat something. That one especially, since she only eats every few days."

"What was that?" The soldier asked, finally deciding to move from the area, the two elk walking a little ahead of him. Quite a feat, considering how freakin' small they were.

Rad's explanation had a somber tone to it as he filled in the blanks for the foreigner, "She's a wolf by the name of Alexis. She runs the territory from here to just a little past our tribe. She used to be one of us a long time ago, before she reached maturity and got turned out by Keller."

"Why do you sound like you knew her?" Hot Shot asked, tilting his helm a little, High Wire giving a little beep that the giant assumed was a question as well.

"We…" Rad hesitated a moment, looking for the right words, "Me and Carlos did. We were friends with her since we were babies. It broke our hearts when she had to leave."

Classification:

"A dog is a dog, until he or she looks directly at you," Carlos explained, walking cautiously with Grindor along the many underground tunnels of the Autobots' base, avoiding the ones that smelled too much like danger and blood.

Still looking for the Mini-cons that had been activated from within the areas of the tunnels the Autobots couldn't get to, the dark human was more than happy to converse with Grindor about matters the mech had no idea about. So far they'd covered food, territory, fighting, raising of young, protection, pranks to pass the time and now etiquette. Grindor was wondering about the many enemies his new friend seemed to have and what he should do if he ever ran across one of them.

"Then what do you call a dog?" The Mini-con asked, following Carlos down another tunnel, this one seeming brighter for some strange reason.

Carlos thought the answer over a little, "Well, that really depends on what type of dog. If it's from the city and can turn into a human, you call it Mr. or Ms. Dog. If it's one that is simple and stupid and just a pet, you call it by what the owner calls it. If it's a fox, dingo, wild dog, hyena or coyote you look it directly in the eyes and tell it 'hello' and just run." This sentence was followed by him making a motion with his arms to illustrate for effect.

"What about wolves?"

Carlos paused for a second, only enough for Grindor to notice and become a little worried he'd said something wrong, but quickly continued walking once more.

"You shouldn't worry about wolves. Wolves only live outside of our borders, and if you ever find yourself confronted by one, you don't look directly at it, you don't say anything to it. You just find some way to get away from it and run for your life, because those types of dogs won't give you a chance to get out alive or play with you, they'll just kill you. Do you understand?" Carlos asked very seriously, taking the time to look at Grindor and be sure that he understood.

Grindor didn't understand. Sureshock said there was a wolf near where the Decepticons were supposed to be stationed, the orange mech had seen it himself and said it would never hurt a Mini-con. Why was Grindor's human so scared of them? He didn't understand, but he didn't want Carlos to worry.

"Yes, I understand."

It was a lie of course, Grindor had the feeling his human knew it was lie, but didn't press the matter. A soft smile reappeared on the teen's face and he went onto a more pleasant topic about The City. Grindor was happy for the chance to think about other matters as well, he really didn't want to get Sureshock in trouble if he was intimate with the enemy.

Catch Me If You Can:

Oh, this was the worst thing ever. This was bad on so many levels that if the levels had a building attached to them, Optimus would be plummeting right through them to his death. That's how bad this was.

"Well, well, well," Megatron chuckled from across the waterhole, hip cannon aimed with deadly precision at the Autobot commander, "What a surprise to see you alive, Optimus. I'd have thought that little crash landing would have put you into stasis. Hmm, what a shame."

Behind Optimus stood Red Alert and behind the tyrant of all tyrants stood Starscream, both of them with their weapons out in the open and glinting in the sun. The area surrounding them, surprisingly, continued as it had when the Decepticons arrived, animals milling about so they could eat, flies and butterflies floating on the wind or maddening other creatures respectively and Rad, Carlos and the Mini-cons watching on from a safe distance. Optimus hadn't wanted them getting involved in this fight and run, but they wouldn't budge from the tree line, too worried about the giants.

"Megatron," Optimus greeted passively, "I can't allow you to get your servos on the Mini-con here, you know that. I'll have to ask you to leave."

Megatron's wicked smirk seemed to get bigger at the noble Autobot's words, having heard them many times before a few million years ago. Some things never changed.

Walking slowly around the waterhole, Megatron couldn't help his antagonistic words, "Try and make us, Prime."

The next movement happened before the humans could blink. Optimus drew his lone gun and fired, the horned mech jolting just out of range, peds skidding across the ground and leaving a deep indentation and shot off a round from his hip cannon, Starscream behind him made a bee-line for Red Alert. The medic took a step back, out of range from the Seeker's wing sword, the tip just barely missing Red Alert's left shoulder.

Rad and Carlos had the greatest urge to help, but as Optimus had said, they were of better use to run to safety or search out the already activated Mini-con in the woods while the Autobots had the enemy distracted. The two stags chose option B and with a final worried look to their friends, they nudged High Wire and Grindor and moved into the woods, ever watchful for that other Decepticons and their own enemies. High Wire knew the awakened Mini-con, a yellow speedster who was a little unsure of himself despite the fact that he was Optimus' chosen partner. If they were lucky, they'd find Sparkplug before Demolisher or Primus forbid, Cyclonus who would try and either capture every single one of them or blow them away.

'At least we have our partners,' High Wire thought, inwardly wishing that Sureshock had come.

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As An Added Bonus, Human Character Profiles & Kingdom Descriptions! If you were paying attention to the drabbles you may not need these, but if it's hard to keep up here's the first set of details on the humans and their abilities in this fic.

Name: Rad White.
Age: 17.
Home/Tribe: The Defendit Tribe of Red Plain.
Second Form: A red elk the size of a Clydesdale with a gold underbelly.
Ability: Push, aka, the ability to move things with his mind and he's quite good at it.
Backlash: Sometimes his ability doesn't work at all and leaves him in very awkward situations, like having to lift a five hundred pound boulder off of one of the Autobots with his bare hands. Also, when it does work it can come on too strong and cause accidents.
Loyalties: His tribe, Carlos, the Autobots and High Wire.
Enemies: The Decepticons, predators and Henry Masterson from The City.

Name: Carlos Blackhorn.
Age: 17.
Tribe/Home: The Defendit Tribe of Red Plain.
Second Form: A brown and gold Grant's gazelle about the same size as Rad, with little dark brown spots on his ankles.
Ability: Morph, aka, the ability to change with ease one thing into another.
Backlash: Whenever he changes something, the change only lasts a maximum of five hours if he really pushes it. Also, this drains a lot of his energy and makes it difficult for him to concentrate on anything other than the object.
Loyalties: His tribe, Rad, the Autobots, Fred and Billy and Grindor.
Enemies: The Decepticons, Trent, wolves and other predators.

Name: Alexis.
Age: 17.
Home: The underground tunnels of Cold Mountain Woods on the edge of Red Plain.
Second Form: A black wolf with a brown tail, the size of a Percheron mare, with scar marks everywhere.
Ability: Post-cognition, aka, the ability to see things that happened in the past.
Backlash: With the ability to see the past, this makes her unfortunate in being privy to others' sexual activities and strong feelings, in not being able to see her future via anything, her own energy stays with her forever and she sometimes causes history repeat in the form of injuries, the weather and catastrophes that she has no control over.
Loyalties: Sureshock, maybe Rad and a few Decepticon Mini-cons.
Enemies: Decepticons, Autobots, her old tribe, other wolf packs, Keller, other herds, Prometheus Black, etc.

Seven Kingdoms:

Red Plain: Like its name, it is mostly comprised of red earth and is used for farming land near the center of the Equator. Many herbivores retreat there because predators find it very difficult to cross its borders. The very, very few predators that there are were either born within from the generations before the borders were put up or are the result of a fluke between two herbivores.

Cold Mountain: The woods just north of the Red Plain, comprised of thick forests that occasionally snow and tunnels that the Red Plain tribes used to use to mine precious jewels and ore but ceased a hundred or so years ago. Now, mostly coyotes, wild dogs and wolves roam through it.

The City: One of the only places on Earth that actually appreciates technology. It is at the pinnacle of mechanical advancements and urban decay. Most of the residents are political, controversial, freaks, geeks, royalty or strays. This is where the Internet was created and is south of the Red Plain.

White Hills: To the east of the Red Plain, with high hills comprised of weeping willows and perfect for newlyweds looking for a place to start a family. The grounds are rich with nutrients and have various vegetation through the whole of the landscape. When it snows in the winter it's quite befitting of its name.

Gale Fort: West of Red Plain and the perfect place for windy storms with tornados and hurricanes, which is why so few people actually live along this ocean bound site. It is a wonderful place to look for gold and silver, though, so good and hardy breeds of shape shifters do live there for half a season before going back to their summer homes.

Jade Country: A place where it's always spring and where farming is at its richest. It is situated on sloped hills that were cut out of the land thousands of years ago to make it look like the homes and gardens were situated on square blocks and stairs for giants. South-west of Red Plain. The small clustered together cities are covered in green shale and polished stones from the sea shore nearby.

Blaze Gorge: Canyons to the region just north-west of the Red Plain borders. This place has many rivers running through them suitable for fishing and swimming, but some are rather dangerous. Small, nomadic tribes travel along the ravines through the whole of the year with their families. It has a rather large amount of predators around at all times, but most of the tribes people are horse shape shifters which make them formidable at any rate.