Post by Inyan on Apr 13, 2012 21:26:22 GMT -8
Inyan had always been enlightened by others she was beautiful. That her eyes fore-told a story of great honor and undying ferocity. That her lips would speak powerful words of wisdom. That her hand’s would ensue justice. In her youth she hadn’t comprehended her Shaman’s words. She could remember the grappling miscomprehension of what the “spirit-doctor” would proclaim. Inyan at such a young age could imagine herself vividly as a wife to a noble warrior. One who would bring the white-eye’s down to their knees. She couldn’t see it any other way and the anticipation for that day grew eagerly in her heart.
She was the daughter of a proud man. Govind was handsome and a formidable Apache warrior. He was the son of the Chief of their Mescarlero tribe tucked away into the depths of Arizona. Gonvid married at sixteen to a small Mescarlo Apache woman, Ela. At seventeen the couple bore Inyan in late summer. She was named Inyan “Rock” due to her early detected stubborn nature. As she grew, she was the center of joy in Gonvid and Ela’s life. Her life with them was fulfilled in admiration and affection. Inyan could often times remember in her youngest years, her father being gone. She never fully understood what he went out and fought. He would come back with strange fabrics, instruments, and what looked like golden flat rocks foreign to her knowledge. It hadn’t been until later she understood the war going on between the White eye’s and the Apache race.
She grew up dancing by the fire to their God Yusn. She grew up weaving beautiful blue, red, and black stones into headbands. She grew up sneaking behind the Hogans late at night, listening to the Council’s hate-talk of the white-eye’s. She knew nothing of what was beyond the vastness of the desert, what dangers remained beyond.
At nine years old she could remember feeling grief when her father married another woman. She knew it was in their tradition but never fully grasped it. Ela coincidently could no longer bear children to Gonvid as he desired. So he married a pretty young girl Nitika, in which he loved torridly. Although Inyan watched his father’s love deteriorate for his mother it seemed his love never changed for his daughter. It saddened Inyan watching her mother’s depression grow through the years.
It was set before she turned of age. She would marry a slightly older warrior, Gurcharan when she turned fifteen. When she was younger she feared him because of the scars running across his jaw. His beady black eyes that seemingly would stare into anybody’s soul. However, it was thirteen when she began to notice the slight handsomeness that he wild held. She was rapidly becoming more beautiful with time.
It was just before her fifteenth birthday. The Apache’s were celebrating a marriage ceremony of a young man and woman of the tribe. It was a thrilling time for Inyan knowing that the day of her marriage grew nearer. It seemed these days she was engulfed in happiness. It was of such night the entire tribe was raided by white-eye’s. Many were killed including men and women. Inyan watched while her mother and father were killed in cold blood. She escaped through the canyons without a trace.
It was days without any food or water that Inyan wandered through the desert. Re-visualizing the horrific slaughtering of her tribe. The pain which tore through her heart was overwhelming. She collapsed in the parched desert in the fifth day without food and little water. She awoke in a surrounding much different than she was used to. It wasn’t long she learned it was the home of a man and wife. Although the man had been prejudice, the women was kind-hearted enough to help her. At first it was a horrifying experience and she was very frightened of them. It took days to become accustomed to the woman trying to help her. It was days until she trusted the woman. It was then she began learning the ways of the white-eye.
Inyan had stayed with the couple for two years. After some time of being afraid, she began processing her ideas of hatred. She learned many things from the white eye’s culture. How to use their tools, speak English, how to sew, and most importantly; how to shoot a gun. She soaked up the information. With learning their ways, her hatred began to grow for their race. Inyan ran away with out thanking the couple. It was until one day her rage became unbearable, and her desire to kill in revenge was arising. Along her way she lured men easily with her beauty. Killing them to get what she desired.
Within a couple years she became a hateful Apache outlaw for a strong vengeance to kill white-eyes. Although she knew her culture would look down upon her for taking the position as a warrior she thirsted for revenge. It wasn’t long until she discovered the white-eye’s whisky. With this, her greedy appetite became that of a raging drunken outlaw. She favored stealing, killing, and late at night picking fights with white-eye’s at their own Saloons.