A New World [at least 1 male needed]

[atouchofdestiny]

[This is a Pocahontas/John Smith style story but far more twisted. You don't have to play a guy named John Smith, but that kind of style of character...though much meaner! Anyway i'm looking for descriptive writing please and reasonably good grammar! Looking forward to getting started!]

Dark hues watched through the thick green foliage, full lips parted in silent breath, filling lungs with the cool early morning air. A trail of long, raven black flowed down a slender back, only ceasing when it's ends reached the flat expanse of skin before the gentle swell of a backside. Delicate fingers curled upon a branch, shifting the covering only slightly in order to gain a better view upon the scene below. The rains had washed the land clean at some point during the night, causing the earth beneath bare feet to cool and cling to the warm, brown skin. An intelligent and inquisitive brow furrowed in concentration as the activities of these white skins was observed from afar.

Of course she should never have wandered so far from the safety of her tribe's camp or the warmth of the morning fires, but foreign sounds and unusual smells had been carried to her on the gentle easternly winds and she could not deny her nature to explore. Tula drew the soft skin of her lower lip between her teeth, chewing faintly upon it as she tried to make sense of what was taking place before her.

Clearly these white skins had been here for some time. The land on which they appeared to camp had been cleared of almost all sign of life. Trees had been pulled from the ground, plants butchered to make way for the various items and contraptions which were being removed from a gargantuan canoe of some kind. It was clear these strangers did not believe in respecting the land upon which they lived, an observation which saddened the young woman's heart.

But where had they come from? And why did they carry these sticks of wood and some kind of polished material? She could make out little of what these white men were shouting to each other, clearly they had a dialect of their own. Tula shifted upon the soles of her feet, allowing the branch which she had been holding to slip quietly back into position as she eased herself upright behind the covering of a tree. She had been about to disappear into the forest through which she had come when shouts could be heard, followed by the tongue of her own people.

Body flattened to the rough bark, Tula dared to inch her head around the side of the tree, eyes flittering around the outskirts of the camp for the origins of such familiar sounds. Three scouts stood with spears raised above their heads, shouting for the white men to stay back. She could hear their words so clearly so why did these strangers continue to advance, their strange sticks in hand pointed toward her kin?

The explosion caused her body to leap, a faint cry torn from her lips as she pressed herself closer to the tree, eyes wide in terror as she watched one of the scouts stumbled backward. His companions hesitated, watching as he fell, hitting the ground hard before lying still, his chest a mess of blood and torn flesh which he clutched desperately. It did not take long for the wounded man to slump against the damp ground, but Tula's gaze remained fixed upon the unmoving man, eyes wide with horror, lips parted in a silent scream.

[AWDracer]

Originally Posted by atouchofdestiny

[This is a Pocahontas/John Smith style story but far more twisted. You don't have to play a guy named John Smith, but that kind of style of character...though much meaner! Anyway i'm looking for descriptive writing please and reasonably good grammar! Looking forward to getting started!]

Dark hues watched through the thick green foliage, full lips parted in silent breath, filling lungs with the cool early morning air. A trail of long, raven black flowed down a slender back, only ceasing when it's ends reached the flat expanse of skin before the gentle swell of a backside. Delicate fingers curled upon a branch, shifting the covering only slightly in order to gain a better view upon the scene below. The rains had washed the land clean at some point during the night, causing the earth beneath bare feet to cool and cling to the warm, brown skin. An intelligent and inquisitive brow furrowed in concentration as the activities of these white skins was observed from afar.

Of course she should never have wandered so far from the safety of her tribe's camp or the warmth of the morning fires, but foreign sounds and unusual smells had been carried to her on the gentle easternly winds and she could not deny her nature to explore. Tula drew the soft skin of her lower lip between her teeth, chewing faintly upon it as she tried to make sense of what was taking place before her.

Clearly these white skins had been here for some time. The land on which they appeared to camp had been cleared of almost all sign of life. Trees had been pulled from the ground, plants butchered to make way for the various items and contraptions which were being removed from a gargantuan canoe of some kind. It was clear these strangers did not believe in respecting the land upon which they lived, an observation which saddened the young woman's heart.

But where had they come from? And why did they carry these sticks of wood and some kind of polished material? She could make out little of what these white men were shouting to each other, clearly they had a dialect of their own. Tula shifted upon the soles of her feet, allowing the branch which she had been holding to slip quietly back into position as she eased herself upright behind the covering of a tree. She had been about to disappear into the forest through which she had come when shouts could be heard, followed by the tongue of her own people.

Body flattened to the rough bark, Tula dared to inch her head around the side of the tree, eyes flittering around the outskirts of the camp for the origins of such familiar sounds. Three scouts stood with spears raised above their heads, shouting for the white men to stay back. She could hear their words so clearly so why did these strangers continue to advance, their strange sticks in hand pointed toward her kin?

The explosion caused her body to leap, a faint cry torn from her lips as she pressed herself closer to the tree, eyes wide in terror as she watched one of the scouts stumbled backward. His companions hesitated, watching as he fell, hitting the ground hard before lying still, his chest a mess of blood and torn flesh which he clutched desperately. It did not take long for the wounded man to slump against the damp ground, but Tula's gaze remained fixed upon the unmoving man, eyes wide with horror, lips parted in a silent scream.

Upon closer examination, the unmoving man was murmuring something. He was likely groaning at the fact that he was injured. His comrades were nowhere to be found as he opened his eyes, but instead he observed that a beautiful young looking tribe girl staring at him with curiosity. He squinted at her to analyze the situation as he turned his body sideways, in the hopes that he would feel better. Still, the girl would not move. What does she want from me?

[atouchofdestiny]

Not really descriptive as i asked...and definately too short. Also why are you playing a native when i requested the character to be one of the explorers?

[atouchofdestiny]

Forgive me. I cannot roleplay on here any more, neither here nor anywhere else. Something has come up and i will not have access to my internet for some time.

Take care
atouchofdestiny