Bio:

Name: Tokala [A Dakota name meaning fox]

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality: Cunning and sly like her spirit guide, Tokala is excellent at slipping in or out unnoticed. She’s well educated and can confuse many people by twisting her words around until they don’t know where to begin or end.

Native American or White Man:  Native American

Spirit Guide Animal: Fox

Family: Dead, killed or enslaved by the white men

History: O___O

Other:

Mary stood by the window looking out, waiting for her daddy to come home. She didnt know what he was doing only that he said he had to help some guys deal with the Native american problems. She knew exactly what he ment and she was scared. Not for her daddy but for the Natives. Her brother, Danny walked up behind her. "You know he wont be back 'till late." He said resting his elbow on her shoulder. They where twins and he was a foot taller. Marry nodded and walked away from him letting his elbow and the rest of his arm reetreat back to the side of him. "Mary!" He said a little to loud but clamly. "You know what he is going to do to them." Danny said not walking after her. She walked faster and out the back door. Tears where now flowing out of her eyes like a waterfall. She imagined the thought of her dad killing them and how she was going to stay mad at him for week until her brother could convince her otherwise. Mary now stopped. She was standing infront of her tree. It was her oak tree. The looks moss hanning from the branches. The loose, chocolate colored soil that was packed on to the tree, but when touched, would fall to the gound. Just like she imagined the Native Americans doing. She inhaled deeply and reached her hand up to a branch. She gabbed hold of it tightly and picked herself off the ground onto another branch. She did this until she was about 20 branches high and could see the whole town. She wipped her tears as she just sat.

Back at the house Danny was helping his mother do laundry. To him it was a jo, because she would give him twenty-five cents every day for helping her. After wards he would go out and buy him self something nice. He would sometimes gamble the money away, other times buy his sister something. "Mom, you know Mary will be mad at dad tonight, so you better make her, her fav' pie." He ordered her laughing. All his mom would do was scold him and that night make what he ordered her to do. After Danny was done helping he ran out to Marys' tree she was alway in. "Mary get down!" He would always yell. Mary would always give him the same answer and then like always he would try to climb but fail and would later run i nside to write like he alway did until dad came home.

((Lame intro...What time period dose this take place))

Kneeling by the lake Tokala dipped her nut brown hands into the inviting, cool water, lifting them out slowly to watch the droplets drip off her skin. Dark green eyes dulled with sadness sat under heavy black lashes, flicking from side to side quickly. First to her hands, then to the opposite shore of the lake, where the white men lay.

‘Wasicu,’ she spat out angrily, wiping her hands swiftly on her deer-hide tunic. A spiral of smoke drifting gently upwards betrayed their camp, and the bitter teen rose to her feet with an ex
pression of anger marring her pretty face.

Sending a few pebbles flying with her angry footsteps, Tokala padded over to the forest edge, fingering the bone knife that sat within its sheath, hanging from her wampum belt. Patterned with white whelk shells this was her most precious possession, even before her bow.

She drifted into the forest, fading from view as if like a woodlands spirit.

---A few hours later---

A stinging sensation, that was all it was, when Tokala first awoke. Blinking her eyes slowly she turned her head stiffly, aware of the wet feeling of blood on her neck and head. 'Wasicu,' she muttered again, though now the tone of her voice was more of confusion than anger.

Lifting on hand to her head she was relieved to find it was not herself that had been injured, but could barely stiffle a gasp of shock when she felt cold flesh behind her, also soaked in a crimson liquid.

Staggering to her feet the willowly teen turned her body to face what she had been resting on. It was her uncle Akecheta, a warrior of her tribe.

'No,' she whispered in disbelief, bending her knees to touch his face gently. Lifting her eyes she gazed around the camp only to find death and blood everywhere. And white men.

Giving them a frightened look she turned to flee into the forest when a shout stopped her. 'Hey!' it called in english, a foreign language to Tokala. 'Stop there!'

'Wasicu, wasicu,' she hissed under her breath as she plunged into the underbush, followed by the rining shots of a gun. 

Suddenly, Tokala could feel herself stumbling, and falling, falling, falling...

[She's a fox now. xD]

 Thick black smoke filled the hut that Annaliese was sleeping in causing her to choke, which jarred her awake. Rough hands rested on her shoulders shaking her. She lifted her yellow gaze to meet the worried look of her father. “Run, Anna. Run” Her father yelled at her. He rested one hand on her shoulder and another on her side as if trying to push her over. “Sto—“ She went to yell to tell him to stop but a snarl escaped her mouth which startled her. She looked back up at her father’s worried gaze only to see the hurt in his eyes. ‘What’s happening? Why is he looking at me like that?’ she asked herself within the safety of her mind not understanding anything.

“The chief turned you into your spirit animal. All the children have been turned. You must run…flee, survive” Her father said to her. A loud gun shot echoed threw the hut causing Anna to flinch back. Her father’s hands loosened around her shoulder and side. His eyes lost their life as he fell forward, bleeding out on the ground. The red sticky substance seeping out onto the beautiful mosaic rug her mother had made.

Her eyes looked past her now deceased father to a wide eyed man standing at the entrance of the hut. Anna thought back to her father’s words but pushed them aside as she got to her feet cowering back against the hut. The man didn’t move as he stared at her. “What the---“ His words were cut off as another man shoved him out of the way to look at what he was freaking out about. As soon as the door was cleared from the first man Anna pushed off the ground with her back legs leaping past the two white men out of the hut, landing swiftly on the earth. It was an odd feeling but she wasn’t about to stop and investigate now. With all her strength she ran from her village heading towards the woods for cover. Shots fired from behind her causing her to flinch slightly but not stopping. With another powerful leap she darted into the bushes stopping herself by digging claws into the soft earth beneath her. She panted as her yellow gaze peered out from the bushes watching an orange flame engulf her hut. She felt her heart drop watching her own people slaughtered and drug away behind the white men’s horses for a life of hell.

 ‘Sekko!’ she thought stepping forward but stopped herself. She had completely forgotten her brother in all the mayhem.

(( Since that was longer than I had intended, I shall post Sekko later in the rp. ^.^ ))