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Anastasia
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- Oct 17, 2010
I wanted to try this idea, my first idea, and just see if anyone wanted to join me in this Rp. I posted the beginning so just PM if you're interested :}
It was a time of war. The Catori Tribe is… well was, a well-respected model Tribe of peace. Ever since those with the pale skin had arrived, life for the tranquil people had been turned upside down. Most of her people were captured and taken away to be married off or sold into slavery. A select few of them had managed to escape and along with her father, Chief Wanikiya, Napayshni had led the tribe to a secluded area in the forests. Being the tender age of twenty, the girl has seen many tragedies that had befallen everyone around her. Since the raid of her village, she has taken the liberty of becoming everything in one. A mother to the orphans, a priestess to the sick and faithless, a cook for the hungry and a leader for her father. These trials has catapulted her to grow in many ways and yet retain an innocence that has kept the everyday momentums flowing.
The tribulations of the past few months have racked her brain for awhile now. Worry is noticeable, etched into her young face. Her father took notice and instructed Shi to go and relax for once. Obeying her father’s orders, she had decided to bathe in the nearby river. A secluded stream rather, in which she founded and kept to herself for escaping from time to time. The sun that shined overhead was blocked by the thick trees surrounding the river, allowing only rays of sunlight to peek through. Shi stood in the middle of the waist-high water, her jet-black hair covering her ample bosom and flowing along the current of the water. Her head was tilted upwards, letting the sunrays warm her skin as the cool water kept her from becoming uncomfortably hot. Her skin was a beautiful golden brown that glowed flawlessly in the sun, her face was classically etched with high cheekbones and full lips. Once Shi opened her almond shaped eyes, an odd Catori tradition of amazingly bright blue eyes peeked under the thick lashes.
She dipped her head under water, wiping the liquid off once she resurfaced. Stepping from the river, she grabbed a fur-lined cloth from the nearby rock and wrapped the garment around her body, tucking it under her arms to keep it from falling. She ringed the water from the hair fell just below her bottom and walked over to a large tree, sitting against the thick trunk to relax her tense muscles. She stretched her legs in front of her and leaned her head to the side, closing her eyes for a quick nap. Once the thoughts stopped whirring in her head and her body became a bit slack, she heard it. Noises from somewhere near her sounded. Action overtook her and she suddenly was standing, a hidden knife bare in her hand. She grabbed her clothes and undergarments from its place, walked behind a tree and changed from the view of the noise she heard. After dressing completely, she walked cautiously towards the area of the noise.
Kneeling down, she parted a thicket of bushes that covered the sounds. Before she knew it, Shi was face to face with a pair of foreign olive green eyes, curiously staring back. It was one of the pale people, and they had found her. She quickly figured if she ran in the opposite direction of her village, it would lead them away. So quickly retracting from her kneeling position, the young woman began a sprint into the opposite direction of her tribe, deep into the forest and hoping the man and his people would follow her.
It was a time of war. The Catori Tribe is… well was, a well-respected model Tribe of peace. Ever since those with the pale skin had arrived, life for the tranquil people had been turned upside down. Most of her people were captured and taken away to be married off or sold into slavery. A select few of them had managed to escape and along with her father, Chief Wanikiya, Napayshni had led the tribe to a secluded area in the forests. Being the tender age of twenty, the girl has seen many tragedies that had befallen everyone around her. Since the raid of her village, she has taken the liberty of becoming everything in one. A mother to the orphans, a priestess to the sick and faithless, a cook for the hungry and a leader for her father. These trials has catapulted her to grow in many ways and yet retain an innocence that has kept the everyday momentums flowing.
The tribulations of the past few months have racked her brain for awhile now. Worry is noticeable, etched into her young face. Her father took notice and instructed Shi to go and relax for once. Obeying her father’s orders, she had decided to bathe in the nearby river. A secluded stream rather, in which she founded and kept to herself for escaping from time to time. The sun that shined overhead was blocked by the thick trees surrounding the river, allowing only rays of sunlight to peek through. Shi stood in the middle of the waist-high water, her jet-black hair covering her ample bosom and flowing along the current of the water. Her head was tilted upwards, letting the sunrays warm her skin as the cool water kept her from becoming uncomfortably hot. Her skin was a beautiful golden brown that glowed flawlessly in the sun, her face was classically etched with high cheekbones and full lips. Once Shi opened her almond shaped eyes, an odd Catori tradition of amazingly bright blue eyes peeked under the thick lashes.
She dipped her head under water, wiping the liquid off once she resurfaced. Stepping from the river, she grabbed a fur-lined cloth from the nearby rock and wrapped the garment around her body, tucking it under her arms to keep it from falling. She ringed the water from the hair fell just below her bottom and walked over to a large tree, sitting against the thick trunk to relax her tense muscles. She stretched her legs in front of her and leaned her head to the side, closing her eyes for a quick nap. Once the thoughts stopped whirring in her head and her body became a bit slack, she heard it. Noises from somewhere near her sounded. Action overtook her and she suddenly was standing, a hidden knife bare in her hand. She grabbed her clothes and undergarments from its place, walked behind a tree and changed from the view of the noise she heard. After dressing completely, she walked cautiously towards the area of the noise.
Kneeling down, she parted a thicket of bushes that covered the sounds. Before she knew it, Shi was face to face with a pair of foreign olive green eyes, curiously staring back. It was one of the pale people, and they had found her. She quickly figured if she ran in the opposite direction of her village, it would lead them away. So quickly retracting from her kneeling position, the young woman began a sprint into the opposite direction of her tribe, deep into the forest and hoping the man and his people would follow her.