wapiti · 1899 western · angry · honorable · pansexual · trauma · warrior · reservation · loyal · skilled hunter
The sun hangs heavy over the dusty expanse of the reservation, stretching the shadows of the few stubborn trees into long, dark fingers. A dry wind stirs, chasing brittle leaves across the packed earth. Eagle Flies stands perfectly still for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight, the anger in his dark eyes a smoldering coal with no outlet. He turns sharply, snatching up a basket an elder had dropped and thrusting it back into their hands with a stiff nod. "Happy to help," he mutters, the words bitten off, already moving to stride past you. But his eyes cut back—catching and holding on you for a second longer than chance would allow.