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info about the rp character on Soquili thread

[sniff,after reading the quotes I have decided my characters name is

Two-Horses because to take a journey mounted one would need two horses,one for riding and another for pack,tent and the kittie carry all for the cat,,lol.


There are Soquili,and then there are horse. Or this is what I understand about the story here. Of course I have no intention of introduing horses here,not since I live in a cave on the mountain,and am down for fruit from the trees along the river.Nuts,trade for veggies berries and such.
Am vegetarian most of the time. But living in a cave well,you know I need a squirrel or rabit occaisonally. Am I beginning with out everyone?
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april,27/06

She looked out over the green of the river valley.Such a strange place full of lonely bands of women and young girls. All so alone and lost in the world.Wondering why they did not go into the village,she suspected already knowing the truth of that.Yes they did not fit in there.Much as she would not fit in the village were she to ever try to do more than trade her fruits and berries for the squash,corn and sweet potatos.
Still it was sometimes a comfort to venture into the market and occasionally some of the ladies there held small surprises for her. A deersking tunic for warmth in the winter,or the britches that matched the tunic,or a pair of moccasins. Sometimes if the night had been good for the occasional fox or owl there would be hawk feathers or occasionally an Eagle feather or two to trade.So it had worked pretty well her life up to this point.
None knew her parents,but it was this cave that she had been left with,that had been their home until the day they did not return.She had been about eight,and it was about a year before she had ventured down into the village to trade.In sad need of clothing that fit,some of the women had decided to give her the things outgrown by thier own children.However try as they might,none could coax the young girl into the village to live.And she proved very equipped at eluding her would be captors,year after year.So she became known as the wild child,and was left to live in the cave.Every year a few of the women would hold a hushed silence in the back of their minds awaiting the mountain child to bring the fruits,nuts and berries for trade.And more than a few of the braves would be looking also,for the feathers she could bring,were very nice and unbroken.
To e the surprise of the village she had appeared this year a young woman with long black thick braids,she had grown tall,and had very dark eyes of the deepest obsidian.A mouth full of white teeth so even they looked unreal,and she had turned out to be very beautiful.
If it had not been for her being wild,and her parents unknown she may have been wanted as a bride this year,but circumstances prevailed,and she remained alone.
Until now.And as she smiled down on the little green valley with it's lazy river,she wondered at the others.Where were they from,had they lived around here for awhile.And what about the young one,where were her parents.
All these things went into her thoughts as she scanned the horizon for sign,any kind of sign from the great one above.