Something's gone horribly wrong for two Native American tribes in Oregon. A Shasta girl is revealed to be a legendary figure from the stories come to life once again. Not only that, but a Shoshone boy has faced the same fate. But that's not all. When they incidentally meet up, they're drawn together, despite their tribes dangerous rivalries. And they literally can't live without each other.
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Alright. If you don't mind, I want to play the girl because I sort of based that part on a book character I love.
fine by me I won't be able to think up a character outline until tomorrow though. It takes me a while
Alright. I'll get my girl signed up.
Name: Rokkel Nevana
Looks: Long, thick glossy black hair that accents her bright copper eyes. Her skins a flawless bronze color and she has long, slender legs with a small waist. She's about 5' 10" with delicately sculpted features and full lips.
Personality: Rokkel won't let anyone tell her what she can do. She's independent and a natural leader, but she's not really willing to take advice and is extremely distrustful, but she's loyal to anyone she considers to be a friend.
Legend Powers: She can communicate with demonic spirits and is also allowed to shapeshift, but the latter requiress a blood sacrifice suitable to how powerful the form she wishes to take is.
Name: Syro Makai
Looks: Rough, thick black hair that is always back in one long braid down the middle of his head and intertwined with hawk feathers. Skinny but strong, tall build and VERY unusual blue eyes
Personality: mostly a rule-follower, because he is afraid of punishment, but needs to hunt at night, because he is much better on his own and can feed his family from hunting on the Shasta border. Cares deeply about his tribe and their well-being, and doesn't like war.
Legend Powers: he can see the future in snippetss and images of animals that must be interpreted, and only he can interpret them and he can only see these at nighttime, which is another reason he goes out at night. Also, because of this, he is familiar and friendly with the Shoshone's prophecy god (which I will look up when we come to him)
(Alright. Let's start.)
Rokkel glances around the camp, copper eyes catching every detail as she grabs her bow and quiver of arrow, slipping into the darkness. Sure, she shouldn't go to hunt, but she wasn't like the other women of her tribe. She had no illusions about that at all.
She went by instinct, weaving through the trees on silent feet, always listening and watching for danger as she headed toward the border.
Syro waited until the moon was at its full height. He would need it to reach the border stealthily. If he stayed in the shadows, he could easily spot any other person in the bright full moon without being seen himself. He grabbed his bow from where it stood outside of his hut and ran silently over the snow. He needed to hunt to feed his tribe, and although the chief would disapprove of his hunting at night at the Shoshone border, food was scarce in most places. Alone and unseen, he slipped into the darkness.
Sorry. I mean the "Shasta border."
Rokkel pauses, spotting the wolf pack she'd been keeping track of for the past week. She quickly sets her bow and quiver beneath the roots of a tree, approaching the pack, loath to shapeshift tonight.
She whispers a silent thanks to the gods as she made sure none of the pack had disappeared. She kneels in front of the alpha female, meeting the wolf's gaze unflinchingly. "Show me," she whispers, standing and retrieving her bow as the wolf pack resumes its hunt for prey.
Syro moved stealthily through the woods, following the signs on the trees that marked the Shasta border. He knew he could be caught, but at the time, he didn't care. The shape of a red fox caught his eye, its shaggy red outline pouncing into a rodent's burrow. He raised his bow and notched an arrow for the kill, his eye squinted to get the best aim that he could, which was, in Syro's case, very good aim.
Rokkel pauses, spotting someone out of the corner of her eye, abruptly changing direction. She leans against a tree, watching Syro with a raised eyebrow, saying nothing.
He wasn't Shasta. She knew everyone in her tribe, and she didn't recognize him from the camp.
The gleam of a human eye caught Syro's attention, and he lifted his gaze to find a girl watching him. She had to be Shasta; she looked like the Shasta warriors that he had seen patrolling these woods before. But she seemed kinder, less threatening. No, he thought. I will not befriend a Shasta. But she was in the woods at night as well, hunting at their border. She seemed so like him, despite their differences, so he set aside his apprehension and approached the girl.
Rokkel frowns slightly, watching him warily, her burnished copper eyes locked on him. She wasn't sure she could trust him, and she would take the risk of shapeshifting if he threatened her.
Her voice held an icily restrained quality to it, yet beneath there was a burning curiosity. Most Shoshone avoided her if they could, yet he seemed unafraid of her.
Strange, she thinks, cocking her head to one side in a very wolf-like gesture.
"Hello," Syro replied like an echo. He eyed her suspiciously, mistrust emanating from his whole body. His bow was still gripped tightly in his hand, but he didn't think he would need to use it. "Who are you?"
"Rokkel. And you are?"
She had an arrow nocked, the bowstring drawn slightly, but the arrow's tip pointed at the ground. At least, it was for the moment.
She shrugs a strand of inky hair off her shoulder, bronzed skin flowly smoothly over wiry muscles. Her copper eyes scanned his body, silently registering any weaknesses and strengths and generally helping her remember him if she needed to.
"Syro." His bow was still gripped so tightly that his fingers were turning purple, but he sensed a friend. He searched her for other weapons, and noticed the wolf behind her.
"Danger in being alone," he said ominously. "Danger with others. Our lives are rocked with danger." His voice had deepened significantly since he asked her her name, but when he finished his statement, his voice raised back to normal.