07-27-2012, 01:00 PM
Desired Profession Path: Tsulvwisdanehi
Spirit Guide (if age allows): Otter, Awenasa, Female
A short history of your character's time in the Tribe: She traveled with her father back to the Great Tribe and lived there with him learning how to train with horses, and harvest, as well as use of a bow and arrow.
NPC's: Black thoroughbred horse (Mare) with flaxen mane and a star on top of her head
WC: 356
It took her many weeks, but she found herself right on track. The Great Tribe was further than she thought, but she was good at directions so she knew she was where she was suppose to be. Mirage was walking a steady pace as they moved slowly through the forest. The mare was by far an easy horse to take care of, she was a beauty too and the pick of the herd. Saqui aquired her as a wild horse when she was only six months old. She was black as any horse could be but her mane, the flaxen color of it, that seemed to compliment her made her something special in Saqui’s heart. It took nearly next to nothing to break the horse, but she was not nice to all. She would only let her father and her brother near her and the rest were nothing to her. Saqui kept that in mind and kept her away from anyone even the stables unless the rains came.
It took them only a short while to get to the borders, the fenced area and her eyes looked across the threshold. Her birth place. She left for it, knowing it was still there and she missed it well what it was before that Maska man took it over. She barely remembered it but she remembered the fear her parents had, and even remembered her mother, whom she looked a little like, except for the shorter hair and the blue eyes. The thought came to her when she was told her mother was never coming back and she fought even now to keep a straight, somber face.
Dismounting from the horse she composed herself, pushing any memory she had to the back of her mind and gave a loud sing song voice to cover Aniwaya, requesting someone to join her at the borders. She then sat on her knees and waited, putting a hand on one of the horses flanks to push the mare away. She accepted the push and calmly moved to the side to give the young woman some room.
Spirit Guide (if age allows): Otter, Awenasa, Female
A short history of your character's time in the Tribe: She traveled with her father back to the Great Tribe and lived there with him learning how to train with horses, and harvest, as well as use of a bow and arrow.
NPC's: Black thoroughbred horse (Mare) with flaxen mane and a star on top of her head
WC: 356
It took her many weeks, but she found herself right on track. The Great Tribe was further than she thought, but she was good at directions so she knew she was where she was suppose to be. Mirage was walking a steady pace as they moved slowly through the forest. The mare was by far an easy horse to take care of, she was a beauty too and the pick of the herd. Saqui aquired her as a wild horse when she was only six months old. She was black as any horse could be but her mane, the flaxen color of it, that seemed to compliment her made her something special in Saqui’s heart. It took nearly next to nothing to break the horse, but she was not nice to all. She would only let her father and her brother near her and the rest were nothing to her. Saqui kept that in mind and kept her away from anyone even the stables unless the rains came.
It took them only a short while to get to the borders, the fenced area and her eyes looked across the threshold. Her birth place. She left for it, knowing it was still there and she missed it well what it was before that Maska man took it over. She barely remembered it but she remembered the fear her parents had, and even remembered her mother, whom she looked a little like, except for the shorter hair and the blue eyes. The thought came to her when she was told her mother was never coming back and she fought even now to keep a straight, somber face.
Dismounting from the horse she composed herself, pushing any memory she had to the back of her mind and gave a loud sing song voice to cover Aniwaya, requesting someone to join her at the borders. She then sat on her knees and waited, putting a hand on one of the horses flanks to push the mare away. She accepted the push and calmly moved to the side to give the young woman some room.