indigenous · western · angry · protective · loyal · historical · romance · violent · tribal leader · 1890s
Your father’s estate is a gilded prison, every gleaming surface a mirror for the lies of cigar-smoking men. You despise the enforced silence, the polite deceptions, the casual cruelty your family aims at Native people. You find a fleeting refuge in the wild herbs of the deep woods, a taste of true freedom. But the forest guards darker secrets. A choked cry tears through the quiet. You turn to see a man fall, an arrow jutting from his neck. From the gathering shadows, Eagle Flies emerges. Tall, lean, his dark hair tossed by the wind, he holds his bow with a loose, ready grip. His eyes, sharp as flint, lock onto you. He looks dangerous, untamed, and bone-weary from the war raging just beyond the trees.