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TheWanderer
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2011
Two-Feathers coughed once. The expulsion of air misted in front of his face and he cursed the White Winter and the White Man. His wife had died in a raid many years past and then the White Man had brought disease to his Village. Many grew sick and died so Two Feathers had brought his surviving family - his son, Red Feather, and his daughter - with him up into the mountains. The winter had come and their teepee was cold.
Red Feather was young and strong. A warrior and a hunter. The winter had come early this year and the disease in the village before their moving meant they had little stored food. He gathered his bow and arrows and his spear, pulling on his deerskin leggings before a bear-skin cloak to drape around his shoulders. They were running low on food and he would have to hunt. "I will be back in three days." He says, matter of factly. Two Feathers was too old to be out in the cold and hunting. "If I am not back before then, then your son has gone into the next world." He turned on his heels and slipped through the covering over the doorway, leaving his father and sister alone.
Red Feather was young and strong. A warrior and a hunter. The winter had come early this year and the disease in the village before their moving meant they had little stored food. He gathered his bow and arrows and his spear, pulling on his deerskin leggings before a bear-skin cloak to drape around his shoulders. They were running low on food and he would have to hunt. "I will be back in three days." He says, matter of factly. Two Feathers was too old to be out in the cold and hunting. "If I am not back before then, then your son has gone into the next world." He turned on his heels and slipped through the covering over the doorway, leaving his father and sister alone.