Hotah:tahatan
Native American
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Post by Hotah:tahatan on Jun 7, 2016 19:47:48 GMT
Cain, as he was frequently called by the white skins, had only recently arrived in Boston. He brought with him his newest goods to trade, slowly wending his way through the crowds, leading his oxen driven cart. He was hoping to get a good exchange for these... maybe some horses or weaponary for his tribe. More importantly he was seeking information. He was listening as he arrived to the town. He left his oxen, wisely, on the outskirts where he had a contact willing to let the two graze and keep his cart safe, switching to a hand cart instead that he stored there.
With his wares safely loaded he moved to take the final steps into the town. His nose crinkled at the stench. These white skins, they were filthy. They did not understand the beauty of the wild, and it disgusted him. They only sought to spread their stink and filth and to 'tame' the clean wild to use their own words. It was almost as if they feared it. A shake of his head loosed him from those thoughts. No he had to focus. After all he had a role to fulfil for the good of the tribe.
He turned his head at an interesting conversastion, still pushing the hand cart, his senses that would have aided him in the wild overwhelmed by the shouts and the general... noise. No he didn't like it.
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