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On This Plain (w/ VanJungle)

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AlabasterDragoness

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"Elina," Helka called, two large buckets of water trudging behind her. "Come help me!"

Elina quickly finished braiding her bright red hair and rushed to Helka's side. She gingerly slipped one hand around a handle and took the bucket.

"Honestly," Helka complained. "You're so much like your father. Always have your head in the clouds." Shaking her head, she made her way to the small house that was surrounded by open plains and a sea of billowing grass. The wind gently tousled her nutmeg hair as her weary emerald eyes looked to the house ahead of her. barely giving Elina a second glance. Before they made it to the door, she dropped the bucket onto the porch and huffed. "It doesn't help that your sister decided to stay in Manhattan."

"She had her reasons, Mama," Elina said.

"So she could stay with that good for nothing Irishman? So she could carry his child and look forward to giving him more?" She gestured at the spot next to her bucket. "Put it here so your father can carry them in."

Elina simply nodded and placed her bucket on the porch.

"Now, Papa should be home soon with some supplies."

"Perhaps he came across some Indians-"

Helka locked eyes with her, her eyes seemingly burning. "Don't you dare say that! That's the last thing we need out here!"

"No, no," an older man said, pulling on the reins and bringing his wagon to a halt. "The trip to town was fine. I didn't run into trouble."

"Oh, Papa!" Elina threw her arms around him and only tightened her embrace as he chuckled.

"Go ahead and unload the wagon. I'll help Mama with..." He eyed the buckets for a moment. "Helka, I told you I don't want you stressin' yourself with things you can't carry."

Helka crossed her arms. "Well... you weren't here."

Elina had already begun to unload the wagon and bring a few items into the house before leading the horse back to the stable once she freed it from the harness.
 
Elina eased the horse into its stall securing the door shut as she leaned over the half door of the stall with a sugar cube in her hand as the horse gingerly licked it off her hand and then began to lick her face. Elina had always had a special connection it seemed with animals. She was nothing like her settler family. Her parents ha believed that any non-Puritan whites were beneath them, though Elina wondered how their religious teachings spoke of loving all. Elina was known to day dream a lot, usually of a much more exciting and fulfilling life than the one of housemaid that awaited her like it had her mother. Elina was lost in fantasies when she heard a groaning. It wasn’t animal but more human as she rushed to the back of the stable house where she saw a wounded, Indian brave in his 20s laying in a pile of hay. His hand was clamped over his leg and Elina could see the blood dripping out from the bullet wound he concealed beneath it
 
Elina giggled as the horse licked her hand for the sugar cube. She continued to take the horse to the stable when she heard a groaning. Going to the back of the stable, she put a hand over her mouth to conceal her gasp.

She wasn't sure where he came from, but she was more concerned about his leg wound. She immediately located a few old rags, a small knife, and small bucket of water before returning to the man.

"Move your hand."

Gently removing his hand, she carefully pulled the bullet out before patting his wound down with a damp rag. "I'll have to find something to properly dress your wound." If her parents knew...

It was best not to say anything as her father would no doubt want to deal with the Indian in a more undesirable way. "Wait here."

She ran to the back of the house, quickly grabbing a few supplies, and rushed back to him. She began to put ointment on the wound before she began to attempt to put stitches in.
 
VanJungle was a proud native warrior of the Sioux. His nickname in his native tongue was Tatanka which meant buffalo. It was a wise and fitting choice as he was as big and strong as one. However, even a brave fierce warrior is not immune to the blistering fire of a bullet in the leg. Prospectors trying to take his land for their own had chased him off but not before tagging him with their bullets.
As a native he could not step foot in a settler hospital and the journey on foot to the nations doctors would surely kill them. VanJungle wrapper his leg in tall blades of grass fashioned into a crude tourniquet. He dragged the leg behind him limping miles before finally having no choice but to drop himself in a horse stable where a dirty horse piss covered bale of hay became his bed for hours as he passed out.
VanJungle awoke to the sounds of a girl’s laughter and he tried to pull himself up forgetting about the bullet in his leg till the white hot pain shocked him back to reality. He slumped back down emitting a loud, pathetic groan of agony. He heard the horse stop licking something and then the sound of delicate feet trampling across the ground and there before his eyes was a white settler girl. Despite being a brave warrior, he had been told many derogatory stories about white settlers and how they will harm the Narcís ones. Seeing her approach he tried to find something to defend himself with but he stopped as he watched her immediately take to tending his wounded knee and talking calmly in what English he could understand filling in the blanks with logical choices. It shocked him to see a white woman so fearless and caring in the presence of a Sioux. Grimacing a bit as her hands press the medicine and bandage to his leg emitting softer moans this time perhaps showing humility in front of this white angel. As she worked her magic, the mighty man spoke in broken English. “Me VanJungle, tatanka of the Sioux.” He holds a hand out to signify he is addressing her and places it right on her left breast not realizing how his native custom was to be interpreted by the white man or woman. “You?” He asks inquistively still afraid to fully trust her.
 
Elina was finishing bandaging his wound when he began to speak to her in broken English. She repeated his name in her head. Tatanka. Poor thing had likely been there for hours before she found him. She gave him a soft smile before spoke. "Elina."

She helped him up and walked him to a small shack that her family never bothered to use. At least it would be better than lying in a dirty pile of hay. Once she led him in, she set out some blankets before gesturing him to lay down.

"Can you tell me what happened to your leg?" she asked him.
 
VanJungle laid on the soft plush blankets on top of the bed and felt instant comfort. He heard Elina ask sweetly and concerned about what happened to him. Trying to figure out all the translations, he laid out what he remembered. “Me tending garden behind hut. Vegetables growing well this season. Gods must be very pleased. Then white men came. Said land there’s now. I try to fight but there too many. Before me get away get shot. Great pain. Walked many miles in search of safety”
 
"Oh..." she said as she made sure he was comfortable. "You poor thing. How could anyone do that?" She didn't understand why anyone would treat the Indians like they were animals. They were people, too.

"Did you need something to eat?"
 
VanJungle looked up into her soft eyes still weary of trusting any white person but he couldn’t deny the pains of hunger in his stomach matching the pains in his leg that she just finished sewing up. Looking down again he whispered “me hungry. Me thank you for kindess” and a tear rolled down this red cheek
 
Wiping the tear away, Elina gently rubbed his arm before she rose to her feet. "I'll be right back." She slipped through the back door to pick up some biscuits and a few slices of meat before going back to the shack.

"Are you not worried about your daughter, Felix?" Helka asked as she kneaded the dough.

"She's her own person," he replied.

"But she has this look on her face all day and-"

"She'll be fine." Fleix placed a hand on her shoulder.

Elina hardly stayed long as she made her way back to Tatanka. "Here," she said, handing him the biscuits and meat.
 
Taking them from her soft hands he sniffed at them before taking a small cautious bite and then devouring them in greedy hunger as she watched on. Once finished he looked up “thank you. Who isn’t Elina” He asked and she could tell he meant what was her story
 
She let him eat before he asked her what her story was... at least she figured that was what he meant. "My parents are originally from Finland," she began. "They moved to Manhattan before I was born. My sister and I would always run around the square to try and sell baked goods. Essi stayed behind to marry Ulysses Finnegan while I moved out here with my parents. They weren't overly thrilled to hear that she was choosing him over us. But she needs to be on her own."

She sighed. "Sometimes I wish I could go off on my own."
 
VanJungle finished the last crumbs of the food and at the sound of her sigh he looked up at her. He fully understood what it was to disappoint parents. He had chosen a life alone in the woods in a tent on his own little plot of land instead of living on the reservation amongst his own kind. Seeing her sadness he asks “why you not leave? World out there big. You should explore”
 
She sighed. "I don't want them to worry. I don't want them to have to carry the burden on their own." As much as she wanted to strike out on her own, she knew that would be frowned upon. Her parents were probably preparing for her to meet a potential husband as she was already nineteen.

"Besides, I don't really have any skills to help survive out here."
 
He looked at her sad face and tried to sit up a bit more “me teach survive?” He said with a sincere look. “Back on reservation me teach many young to survive. You need learn”
 
Elina sighed. "That's kind of you, but I don't think my parents would take too kindly to that." Though... this gave her an idea. "Perhaps once your leg is healed and you can move about more, you can meet me here and teach me."

She was thankful that Tatanka was willing to teach her, although she would likely never have to use said skills. Her parents would likely want her to stay, and her mother would guilt her into doing what she wanted.
 
He looked at her and smiled a little “you...me...together?” Is all he said as he interlocked his hands to signify uniting.
 
Elina tilted her head sligjtly before Tatanka asked if they could be together. "We... we hardly know each other..." she said as her cheeks reddened. "But I'm not going to say no. I think we should try and get to know each other..." Well, she didn't sant to outright reject him since she didn't know him well enough to form an opinion on him.
 
He thought a moment and smiled. “Me no go anywhere. Me protect Elina. Me make Elina happy” he said as he beat his fist against his heart as he looked deep into her eyes imprinting himself on her
 
"Oh..." Her cheeks reddened more and she turned away slightly when he said he would protect her and make her happy. "That's very sweet of you..." She didn't have the heart to tell him that he might be wanting things to move a little too fast.
 
He looked down sad “Tatanka very lonely. Family no speak since he leave. He told he big disappoint”
 
Elian's heart began to break. How could his family treat him like that? And how they just turn him away so easily? She cautiously wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry they did that to you," she said, gently rubbing his back.
 
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As Elina hugged him rubbing his back he could feel her delicate young breasts pressed against him as she comforted him with her words. He leaned in close to her inhaling the sweet smell of lavender and cherries from her skin. Not realizing what she was feeling wasn’t what he was, Tatanka leaned in and kissed her on the lips
 
She was about to pull away when he kissed her. Sitting in shock for a moment, she blinked at him until she could recompose herself. "Um... that was nice," she said, twirling some strands of hair with one finger.
 
He looked up at her and smiles “very nice. Very sweet lips like berries. Elina want more?” He asked softly and sweetly
 
Elina blushed furiously as Tantanka remarked about her lips and asked if she wanted more. She was about to answer to when Helka started screeching for her.

"I have to go. Mama seems to be worried." She ran a hand through his hair. "I'll come back." She left the shack and found Helka around the stable.

"Where have you been?" Helka huffed.

"I was looking for some grass for the horse..."

"Well, come on. We need to get supper ready."

"Yes, Mama."
 
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