Prairies wind
Hi guys! This is my new story, inspired by Liselotte Welskopf-Henrich books. But this is totally OOC. And about my first story… I just lost it. I don't get any ideas about it. I'll end it later.
Now, on with a story.
Strong wind ran through prairies. It was spring, ice just melted. On outskirts of a forest, hidden from human and predators eyes, sat a squaw. She didn't sit there without any work. A girl, only seen seventeen summers, was managing a hunted elk. Not far from her, was grazing a roan mustang. To see a squaw far away from her home tipi's and alone, without any suite was a very strange thing. But this squaw wasn't special from other squaws just because of that. She had weapons put aside her which only men can have: a bow, quiver with fine arrows, an elastic bat, a tomahawk (1) and a sharp two-edged knife she was disemboweling an elk. But just that didn't make her that special. When she was born, a spirit of a holy wolf Greenvoice dwelled in her body. When a girl grew up a little, her tribesman saw her strange behavior. Also, they saw that all dogs ran away from her, whining; mustangs were frighten when she got closer them, like the times when they got attacked by wolves. Tribe's powwow didn't recognize a holy wolfs spirit in the girl and decided to banish her from a tribe and their hunting lands, because even when she's in their lands, she could attract a disaster to the tribe. To tribes chief it was hard to obey, because she was his daughter. Uncertainty if it was just a coincidence, but her name was Shung Manitu, which meant wolf. She was a werewolf.
Manitu glanced at a sky just once. High in the sky was flying an eagle. A girl out watch it for awhile, then returned to her work. It was a woman's work that she should've done. But she did man's work, too. Living in banishment required to work all kinds of work to survive. But this only toughen her up, made her stronger and wiser.
Finally finishing disemboweling an elk, she lighten a fire and fried elk's heart, brains and liver. It was delicacy witch spoiled soon, that's why she cooked it first. She hided other meat. Entrails removed away from the spot she was. She didn't need coyotes to prowl near her.
Manitu lived like that seven years. Not in a same place, of course. She was traveling from one spot to another. She never tried to come back to her tribe's and allied tribe's hunting lands, because she knew that people knows about her there, too. That's why they probably kick her out of there. She didn't think of going in to an enemy tribe or in their lands. At winter, a girl worked for white people in their little towns, even though she hated them more than anything. But they paid her well just because she was a good tracker, had a very good hearing and was a skilled fighter. White people tried to convince her to work them at summer, too but Manitu never agreed to do so. From money she made, she paid for a room in a hotel or in some blockhouse. At spring, when snow melted, she always astride away on her mustang.
After eating everything she fried, Manitu stood ant walked to her enfettered mustang. Animal was used to her mistress – wolf's smell and didn't boggle her. It was very tough and fast, because he was only 3 years old. Mustang, which Manitu left her tribe, lived 3 years after she left the tribe and died from old age. Good, that Manitu saw this before it was too late and coughed her pinto, which was a leader of a wild mustangs herd and old mustang used as a packhorse.
Suddenly, a dry branch cracked. Manitu pricked up. A squirrel landed from a tree, but saw a human and ran away into bushes. A girl sighed. It was quiet for a last few days. She didn't get in any fight, only into a hunt. Even thought she was used to loneliness, she missed a company of a human. White people, stinking with vodka and tobacco, screaming and vulgar weren't her friends, except for some normal white people that Manitu knew.
After returning to her fire, Manitu put all meat into separate bags. The sun was in a highest point and didn't want to set to a western side. A stream flowed nearby and it was flooded. The girl went to bath. Cold water covered her and enfettered her all. Manitu understood that it would be deathful to be like that for some time. So, she wasted no time and washed up. After that, she went ashore, then rubbed her body in sand (that's how they towel) and in a bear's fat, so her skin would be resistant of cold and heat. After doing that, the girl put out a fire, collected her things, packed it and load down her pinto like all her things won't disturb a mustang while running. Then unfetter its legs, got onto it and rode away in a walk.
(1) tomahawk is the Reds axe.
A/N: Well, how was it? I hope, it's not very bad. So, please, review. I'll wait for it.