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Cole Black-Thorn

A half-breed Apache with a long slow fuse and gold in his eyes.

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a character in “Devils, Demons, Gold and a 6-Gun”, as played by BrazenWolfsbane

Description

Physical Traits

Name: Cole Black-Thorn

Alias: Half-Breed, Apache and Caucasian

Lineage: Half Apache

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Body Type: Tall and Muscular

Distinguishing marks: A hawk wing tattooed on his left pectoral

Appearance: 6’7” dark tanned skin, indian features, Hair cut in the Mohawk style, three feathers, one black, one white, one half and half are braided into his pitch black hair. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown.

Clothing style: He wears buckskin trousers tucked into hide boots, he doesn’t wear a shirt, instead opting for a red patterned poncho banket hanging over his frame. He has a blue bandanna tied around his neck, he also sports a series of bracelets and rings up his arms. Tied to his waist he has a buckskin pouch.



Psychological Traits

Attitude: Cheery, good natured, proud, slow to temper

Handicaps: his heritage prevents him from being able to frequent certain establishments, bigotry etc… and he’s got a bullet in his left leg that occasionally twinges and locks up his leg

Addictions: recovering alcoholic, smokes

Characteristics: He is extremely proud of his heritage, flaunts it with his clothing and his beliefs, refuses Christianity, prefers his native American halfs beliefs. He is slow to temper, but when gotten there he takes a LONG time to cool off. He’s been used to bigotry all his life, so it doesn’t tend to bother him, though that doesn’t mean it never does.

Biography: He was born Thomas Cole Smith jr. to Thomas Smith senior, and Ekta White-Feather. He grew up in a Christian household with an alcoholic father. He was a soldier in the Civil war before he’d met Ekta, and took her from her tribe as a wife. Ekta took it meekly, in her own way. But she was the main force in his raising. She secretly raised him in her native beliefs and ways, teaching him how to track and survive in the wilderness. She cared for and nurtured him during his fathers outbursts.

At the age of 17 his father had a particularly bad outburst, pushing his mother down the stairs, killing her. Thomas watches it happen, he watched his mother fall, saw her neck snap on the landing. He watched his father stumble down after her in shock, realizing what he’d done. He watched as his father cradled his mothers lifeless body in his arms. He watched as his father put his Army service .45 six-gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

After that he left home, taking from his mothers room anything that was connected to her native roots, and from his father, a Winchester rifle, a hunting knife, a tomahawk, and the pistol that killed him. For the years following it he roamed the west, taking odd jobs here and there, tracking, hunting, and translating. During these years he became an alcoholic, it nearly killed him. That is, until he had his spirit vision. His vision showed him drowning in a brown river, with the bodies of his mother and father dragging him under. A large hawk swooped down, plucking him from the river like a fish. Depositing him in its nest of black thorns, it disappeared. Most would call this a fever dream born from an alcoholic stupor and catatonic state he induced in himself after a bender. But after that he kicked booze and took the name Cole Black-Thorn.

From that day he began to take a brighter outlook on life, and on his skills and heritage. He became a crack shot with the Winchester, preferring to not use the pistol that killed his father unless he absolutely has to. Taking instantly to the tomahawk he trained relentlessly with that and the knife, winning several competitions and fights with the tomahawk alone. Like any man, he was always up for making a little extra money. And the notion of Spanish gold being guarded by an old Myan curse interested him greatly. Since that day he’d been hunting the gold. Many a time coming close but never quite making it.



Combat Information

Weapons: Colt .45 Army service six shooter, Winchester Rifle, Steel bladed tomahawk, and a bowie hunting knife

Anything else: When possible, he uses his tomahawk, but he is a crack shot with the rifle, because of the guns history he tends to avoid using the .45, but cant bring himself to get rid of it, despite it being a little out-dated, he fights with the true ferocity of an apache warrior, war-cry and facepaint and everything, doing all he can to intimidate his enemy



Health and Vitality (35 points total)

Health: 10

Stamina: 6

Memory: 6

Senses: 8

Stability: 5


Combat Stats

Gunplay: (1-10 total)
---Rifles: 7
---Short arms: 3

Hand Fighting: (1-10 total)
---unarmed: 1
---Armed: 9

So begins...

Cole Black-Thorn's Story

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Cole followed her into the cave and set the rest of his stuff by his bedroll. He didn't bother to put on his poncho shirt, letting her marks on him be shown loud and clear. "You drink, Mon'amie?" Jack asked, offering him a bottle of rum.

He simply raised a hand and shook his head. "No thanks, been a long time since I drank and I don't plan on starting again now."

"Alright, so I've been musing something, we have to wait a while before doing this, since, we, with the our red friend here has brought all manner of hell down upon Quinto and his men." At this he shot her a playful wink, Jack stifling a chuckle. "I'm thinking Union Pacific."

Cole had to admit, he was intrigued by her choice. Yes, it would be a very very lucrative heist, but also ludicrously dangerous. The rest of the chatter faded into the background as he started running through the heist and how he would plan it. He understood that it only stopped once for water in the town indicated, but who said an unscheduled stop couldn't be in order.

"So, Red? What say you, we have a lot of planning to do, but if we succeed, we'll live like kings," She said and cocking her head. "Or, Queen in my case."

He started slightly as he looked up from his imaginary map towards her. "Of course, though I do have a few points to raise about this plan. While them stopping in the town for water provides a unique opportunity, they also provide a danger. That particular town has a US Calvary unit stationed near there. And unless I'm mistaken they're the 104th Indian hunter regiment, one of the more notorious ones. While it doesn't make the job impossible, it certainly makes it much much harder." He paused for breath and reaction.

He sat back on a chair, honestly fairly surprised that none of the other gang was offering other alternatives to the plan. He was the new guy true, and they had no reason to trust or listen to him. But if he was going to be part of this gang he was going to have his two cents in on the planning. "Now I have a few alterations to the plan if you care to listen to them. If not then I'll roll along with the plan."

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"Of course, though I do have a few points to raise about this plan. While them stopping in the town for water provides a unique opportunity, they also provide a danger. That particular town has a US Calvary unit stationed near there. And unless I'm mistaken they're the 104th Indian hunter regiment, one of the more notorious ones. While it doesn't make the job impossible, it certainly makes it much much harder." Cole said and Robyn nodded, already making adjustments in her mind. All of this they would have figured out but she had to make sure the rest of them wanted to do it.

"Now I have a few alterations to the plan if you care to listen to them. If not then I'll roll along with the plan." He added and Casey looked at him. "We haven't started planning yet." He said, annoyed. "He's part of the crew now, Mon'amie, give 'em a chance." Jack told him with a backhand to the larger man's shoulder.

"I would if he wasn't trying to alter shit before we had time to plan it."Casey said sending him a dark look. Robyn huffed. She didn't have time for this pissing contest. She tossed back her rum, wishing she wasn't as good with holding her liquor, she really wanted to be drunk right now. "Did you have something you wanted to add, Bones?" She asked him. "You can talk too, obviously." She said, tossing a hand.

"I'll go into town, see what I can find out about the water station, and the stops, then we can plan....properly" Casey said, that last bit he tossed in Cole's direction.

Robyn knew this would calm down after a few days, but Casey could see the marks she left on his skin, so he was liable to be a bit ornery, just knew he wouldn't let that get in the way of the job. He'll just be as annoying as the day is long for a bit. Robyn turned her attention to Cole.

"Alright, you do that, but Cole, you seem to know a fair bit about this rail line, so tell me, what did you have in mind?"

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Cole took the berating from Casey with a raised eyebrow and his usual cool exterior. When Robyn turned her attention back to him he fished a few hand rolled cigarettes and some matches from his buckskin pouch. Lighting one up he offered them to the rest of the crew. "Perhaps alterations was a poor choice of words. Suggestions would have been more accurate. I apologize."

He realized that this was no time to be messing with the unity of their little gang, so he was trying to soothe some nerves. He meant them, well, Casey, no ill will so he was trying to preserve the peace. He took a long drag on the smoke before tapping the ash off to the side. "I spent a lot of time in that area before the calvary set up a fort just north of the town and the rail line into it. Obviously I left after they arrived, so I'm not up to date on the route schedules and watering times. But I do know that there's a telegraph office with a direct line to the fort. And if that gets set off then within minutes we'd have the calvary so far up our asses we'd be tasting horse for a week. That is assuming we make it out at all."

He leaned against the wall of the cave as he spoke and smoked. "So there's a few ways that I see of eliminating that threat. One, we neutrilize the Telegraph office. Now that could be by cutting the lines, getting rid of the operator, or blowing the damn thing up. The other way is we provide a reason for the calvary to be drawn in the opposite direction of the train." He flicked ash from his cigarette, tapping it against the wall. "A few explosions off to the north of them, something to draw them out and get them away from the fight."

He finished the dying embers of the cigarette and ground the rest of it against the wall. "But Casey is right, he or jack should go down into town to get the specifics on the route schedule and the water station," he said with a deferential nod towards Casey. "And it may be worth sabotaging the water tanks. Make it so they can't get the right amount of water. But again Caseys right, that'll have to wait until he's brought more information." Having seemed to have said his piece he moved over to his saddle and sat on it, lighting up another cigarette.

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Cole, being diplomatic it seems, offered each of them a freshly rolled cigarette. Casey looked hesitate but took this as a peace offering, and accepted the cigarette. "Perhaps alterations was a poor choice of words. Suggestions would have been more accurate. I apologize." He said, and Casey shrugged, while Robyn watched closely. She lit hers by the flame, and took a long drag. "I spent a lot of time in that area before the Calvary set up a fort just north of the town and the rail line into it. Obviously I left after they arrived, so I'm not up to date on the route schedules and watering times. But I do know that there's a telegraph office with a direct line to the fort. And if that gets set off then within minutes we'd have the Calvary so far up our asses we'd be tasting horse for a week. That is assuming we make it out at all."

"We'll make it out." Jack mused aloud, taking a drag from his cigarette too.

"So there's a few ways that I see of eliminating that threat. One, we neutralize the Telegraph office. Now that could be by cutting the lines, getting rid of the operator, or blowing the damn thing up. The other way is we provide a reason for the Calvary to be drawn in the opposite direction of the train." He said and Robyn already thought of a solution. Blow something up, half a mile away, that'll get them away for enough time. "A few explosions off to the north of them, something to draw them out and get them away from the fight." He said, reading her thoughts, or she read his. Either way they were on the same page.

But Casey is right, he or jack should go down into town to get the specifics on the route schedule and the water station," He added and Robyn nodded, looking at Casey whose nerves seemed to abate with the help of the cigarette. He nodded in agreement.

"And it may be worth sabotaging the water tanks. Make it so they can't get the right amount of water. But again Casey's right, that'll have to wait until he's brought more information." He said, and took a seat, finished with his thoughts.

"I'll go into town alone, Jack can't go...He's a little too---"

"French." Jack chimed and Casey nodded before gesturing to himself. "I blend in rather well." He said, and it was true. "Aye, He does the supply runs, I turned heads." She said with a grin, causing both men to chuckle. "You are about subtle as a hurricane with that get up, and Jack is just too damn french." She said with a smile. Jack grinned proudly. "I'll do a quick supply run, come back, and leave again for North, it'll be a few days but by then I should have enough information for us to pull this off." Casey said, already sounding like he was in a better mood.

"It's settled then, We're doing this?" Robyn said and the boys rose their bottles. "We are." Jack said and Casey gave a simple nod. She nodded again, already feeling the rush of adventure in her chest at the idea of this. If they pulled this off, they'll sing songs about it, chiseling their names- her name- in history.

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Cole watched what proceeded after his speech. It seemed as if the mood had shifted back down fortunately. He took a long drag on the cigarette, the tip glowing a sharp clear red in the gradually chilling air. It was starting to get to the point where even he was feeling the cold. He slipped into his poncho styled shirt and started making his bed area.

He placed the bedroll on the opposite side of the saddle between it and the wall, the saddle obscuring the upper half of his body. This wasn't due to distrust, it was just habit. The Saddle would provide a bit of shielding he may end up needing. His blankets were colorful and patterned in the Apache style. Slipping his weapons out of their holsters he placed the tomahawk at the head of his bed, the .45 to the right of his head, and the knife under eh extra blanket he was using as a pillow.

As he laid down he finished off his cigarette with a long slow drag and ground it against the wall. As he laid there under the blankets, his arms under his head, he thought about the events that had led up to this point in his life. He wasn't thinking that where he was was bad, but it was certainly interesting. He smiled to himself as he got to the events of the night in his retrospective. As he laid there he thought about what was to come and the heist. But something kept nagging at the back of his mind, an old legend that he'd heard years ago and pursued for a while. He didn't know why it was creeping into his mind, but it was, and he couldn't help but think that he may have found a group to help him obtain it. Pending the next job of course.

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Casey rode out a few days earlier, leaving just Robyn, Jack, and Cole. She was getting restless and it seemed she wasn't the only one. Jack was perfectly fine, lazying around, but Cole seemed to prefer being out doors, or rather not in the cave. She couldn't blame him. Anxiousness was getting to her, and the longer Casey was gone, the more she feared the worse. He'd done this before, half a hundred times, and he always came back, but it didn't stop her from being worried. He was an outlaw, as bizarre as it was. He was too...normal. Tall, Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, the picture of white society, but he couldn't be bothered with that life, he didn't have a superiority complex. In fact, it was the rest he was outlawed anyway. He was a deserter, and was supposed to be hanged for it but he had a very good reason for it.

If they caught him, they'd make an example out of him for sure.

With this, plaguing her thoughts, Robyn waited at the entrance of the cave, watching for Casey's return, slowly driving herself insane. He should be arriving any moment now.

"Oy, Cap, You know it's only going to make it worse right?" Jack called, stoking the flame. "What?"
"Waiting for Billy, He'll come back."

"I know that."

"So why do that to yourself, relax, have a bottle or two." He said, and she rose her half empty bottle. "Already on it." She said, and Jack sighed. "Where'd the native go?"

"I don't know."

"He'll be easier to find, since you look like you need to keep busy."

"For what?"

"I don't think I need to explain that to you of all people, Cap."

Robyn rolled her eyes but chuckled.. "I don't go seconds." She told him and Jack laughed. "Ah well, I'm still waiting on my first."

"Don't hold your breath." She said and the two shared a chuckle.

"I do wonder where he goes off to." She said and pushed herself off the cave wall and starting out.

"I won't wait up."Jack said with a raise of his bottle. Robyn turned up her nose.

"Fuck you."

"Please?"

Another laugh between the two before Robyn was out of ear shot. "Cole, you out here somewhere?" She called, once she got to the river. She wanted to know more about his spirits. She'd always had an interest in them, even if they did nothing for her, they seemed to work for him. Maybe she was just doing it wrong?

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Cole had been spending the past few days outside as often as he could. He didn't like being trapped in the cave, it rankled with him and seemed to sap his spirit the longer he was in there. So, consequently he spent almost all of his time outside. He made it work for the group though, keeping them well fed as he hunted.

He'd brought a bow and a few arrows with his gear. It was just a short hunting bow, not suitable for battle, not that he felt comfortable using it for battle. He was a sharp with a rifle, not a bow. He couldn't hit a moving target with a bow for shit, but he was good enough to hit a stationary deer. He'd also set up a few snares set up to catch rabbits and the like.

When Robyn entered the clearing around the river, he'd just put an arrow into a 7 point buck. He was kneeling by the buck holding its head down as he chanted quickly, before slipping his hunting knife between its ribs directly into its heart. This gave the beast a quick clean end to its suffering. After doing so he thanked the animal for its life and death, then cleaned off his blade in the river.

"Cole, you out here somewhere?"

Cole looked up and smiled to himself. He gave the quick high whistle of a robin to signal where he was. He would be quite a sight. He had stripes of camouflaging mud all over his exposed upper half as his lower half had his dark buckskins. He started gutting the deer, sliding the entrails he didn't want kept into the river to feed the fish. He would finish the preparation of the deer once he'd hauled it back to the cave.

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Robyn jumped a little at the robin whistle and she couldn't help but smile. She was alone so she allowed herself a full smile, chipped tooth and all. She didn't know why she liked that, but she did, probably because she couldn't whistle She walked over to the sound, and was startled by the sight of him. "What in the actual hell having you gotten yourself in to?" She asked, as she looked him up and down. He was covered in what she hoped was mud, while he was elbow deep in a deer.

"You know what, I don't want to know, I don't even know why I'm surprised." She said, leaning against a tree. "So is this what you've been up to all this time?" She asked,"It's almost as if you don't want to be around me." She teased, knowing that was hardly true. She did noticed he seemed to not want to be in the cave, but she couldn't imagine him being claustrophobic but then again, no one would guess that was true for her either.

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"What in the actual hell having you gotten yourself in to? "You know what, I don't want to know, I don't even know why I'm surprised." She said, leaning against a tree. "So is this what you've been up to all this time? It's almost as if you don't want to be around me."

He smiled and finished up field cleaning the deer. He slipped out of the buckskins and waded into the river to wash off. "Of course not m'dear, I was just getting us some lunch, and dinner, and probably dried meat for the next couple days," he said with a chuckle, the mud coming off easily. He wasn't going to tell her that he didn't want to be in the cave, she'd probably assume he was claustrophobic or something, and he could not afford to look weak in front of her or anyone for that matter.

He cupped water in his hands and washed the mud off of his face. "And for your information, it was just mud, deliberately applied for camouflage," he said with a chuckle as he stepped out of the water and sat cross-legged on a wide flat rock on the side of the river she was on. "So, what brings you out my way litu dloo?"

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ImageRobyn was surprised by how he simply slipped out of his breeches, in front of her. He had about as much shame as she did, which was not much, if any. ""Of course not m'dear, I was just getting us some lunch, and dinner, and probably dried meat for the next couple days," He told her, washing off in the water. She shifted against the tree, watching his form as he cleansed himself in the water. She wasn't going to sleep with him again, but she couldn't deny that the sight of him affected her.

"And for your information, it was just mud, deliberately applied for camouflage," He said and she shrugged. "I really don't care." She murmurer, before he stepped out of the water, and took a seat on a rock, much like he had the other day. "So, what brings you out my way litu dloo?" He asked and she frowned ."Boredom mostly, what did you just call me?" She said, with a curious frown and a cock of her head.

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He grinned to and shook his head with a chuckle. "Red-bird, commonly translated as Robin as they'res no direct translatable word in my mothers tongue." He closed his eyes and breathed a large sigh as he rolled his head and neck, loosening those muscles. While he was still rather shameless, he was still wearing his loincloth. It wasn't a shame thing, it was a comfort and tradition thing.

"I'm sure an inventive woman such as yourself could figure out something to do to stave off the boredom," he said his eyes still closed. His hands were on his knees and his elbows were splayed out. He looked much like he was about to meditate or was already in a meditative state. However he was completely alert. The sounds of birds singing their songs, looking for their flock, the hares and otters foraging along the edge of the river just under the brush. The feel of the light cedar, pine, and earth scented breeze kissing his bronze skin. The world was so peaceful and serene in this moment, it was hard to believe that within the next few days they'd be pulling off one of the biggest heists in the history of heists.

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"Red-bird, commonly translated as Robin as they'res no direct translatable word in my mothers tongue." He told her, working out the muscles in his neck. "Ah." She hummed. "Alright then." She said, it wasn't the first time she was called that, BlackJack Janye called her that. She wasn't opposed to it. "I'm sure an inventive woman such as yourself could figure out something to do to stave off the boredom," He said, and she smirked. "Which is why I'm here." She said, and noticed he seemed to only be half paying attention. "More native magic?" She said, though she was teasing, he was curious. She was curious about a lot of things having to do with his people. Not unlike her own, to which she'd never got to learn much from. She wasn't above learning from him. "Show me, My spirits don't listen to me, but perhaps yours will, you can put in a good word for me." She said, half teasing and half seriousness.

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He cracked his slow easy grin before opening his eyes and resuming his full perceived attention on Robyn. "Now there's a request. The only thing about that is that my spirits are of my ancestors. They reside in everything around us, and more importantly in here," he said pointing from his head to his chest. "But there are supernatural forces around us that can be sought, but unfortunately I never got that far in my teachings. I just know they are something to be respected. But there is the creator, the earth, mountains, sun, and moon, these are the cardinal spirits."

He smiled again and shook his head gently. "But I'm probably confusing you. Hell I'm confusing myself," he said with a chuckle. "Come here and sit next to me and I'll try and show you what I mean," he said scooting over on the rock. He indicated a space in front of him. He wasn't sure what he was going to be able to show her, as it very much depended on her and how she felt things. He could only give her the basis, the meditation techniques, what to feel and look for. He couldn't actually contact her ancestral spirits, all he could do would be to give her the tools to, the rest was up to her.

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Cole gave her a slow grin, as he opened his eyes. "Now there's a request. The only thing about that is that my spirits are of my ancestors. They reside in everything around us, and more importantly in here," He told her, pointing to his head and his heart. "But there are supernatural forces around us that can be sought, but unfortunately I never got that far in my teachings. I just know they are something to be respected. But there is the creator, the earth, mountains, sun, and moon, these are the cardinal spirits." He said, and she arched an eyebrow. She had no idea what he was talking about.
He shook his head, probably seeing the confusion on her face. "But I'm probably confusing you. Hell I'm confusing myself," He said and she chuckled slightly as well. "Come here and sit next to me and I'll try and show you what I mean," He said, and she pursed her lips as he moved over on his rock. She pushed off the tree, her arms folded before staking a seat beside him.
"This better not be a ploy to get me close. All you had to do was ask?" She said, hiding her sudden nerves behind her joke.

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He chuckled, "don't you think that I could think about a more clever ploy to get you close to me," he asked giving her a cheeky wink.

He shifted so he was facing her fully, their knees almost touching. "Now, I'm not going to promise anything. A lot of people would perceive what may happen as a dream. Or in some cases a messed up fever dream. But I believe that dreams are just a way that our ancestors, our watching spirits, communicate with us. I also believe that our personal spirit has a physical form in nature, mine is a hawk."

He wondered what her's would end up being, though he doubted she'd tell him. After he found out what his was he was very reluctant to tell anyone what it was. And he would respect it if she didn't want to. "Now, usually its a full ritual with dancing and an elder chanting and guiding you through it. But I didn't get that, and because of the pushing of the people from their ancestral homes, it's exceedingly rare." He shrugged with a heavy sigh. It was extremely disheartening what was happening to his mothers people. The systematic dismantling of their culture, their way of life, was exceedingly sad and infuriating. The problem was, while he felt closer to his mothers people, he would never be accepted by them because of his father.

He returned from the past to the present with a deep cleansing breath. "First thing you need to do is clear your mind. I know it sounds cheesy and chliche, but it is something that needs to happen. Then you need to allow the spirits of your ancestors, the creator, and the others to show you what you need to see. For it will usually never be what you want to see. The rest, leave to me."


He fished a small packet of herbs from the hollowed horn he kept near him at all times. He then found a small indent in the rock between the two of them and placed some of the herbs in the small hollow. He then started chanting slowly and deliberately as he lit the herbs. The herbs started smoldering much like tobacco would, sending thin wisps of smoke curling around and through them. Finding its way naturally into their nostrils, leaving a slightly smoky and sweet scent behind. He then rested his wrists against his thighs and started the meat of the chant. In essentia he was attempting to entreat her spirits and the creator, sun, moon, and the others to speak to her. If he was being honest, he wasn't sure it would work. He almost wasn't sure he wanted it to work. Not to keep his beliefs to himself, but for her own safety. The spirits were fickle beings, and he didn't know what they would show her.

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"Don't you think that I could think about a more clever ploy to get you close to me," Was Cole's response with a cheeky grin. Robyn could only smirk half heartedly as he moved to face her, nearly knee to knee. "Now, I'm not going to promise anything. A lot of people would perceive what may happen as a dream. Or in some cases a messed up fever dream. But I believe that dreams are just a way that our ancestors, our watching spirits, communicate with us. I also believe that our personal spirit has a physical form in nature, mine is a hawk." He told her and she wondered what hers would be, would it be a robin. She was named for the bird after all. She found it interesting what he said about dreams. She purposely didn't dream, she hardly slept, she rested her mind and body but didn't dare allow herself to sleep fully. That was a place she didn't want to visit and if what he said was true, then this was not looking good for her.

"Now, usually its a full ritual with dancing and an elder chanting and guiding you through it. But I didn't get that, and because of the pushing of the people from their ancestral homes, it's exceedingly rare." He said, forlornly. She understood. She was taken from her home, even if she didn't have family there. She had one person, but he was long gone now. She didn't know if he would remembered the little girl with the love of peaches and thirst for adventure.

He took a breath, calling her from her thoughts. "First thing you need to do is clear your mind. I know it sounds cheesy and cliche, but it is something that needs to happen. Then you need to allow the spirits of your ancestors, the creator, and the others to show you what you need to see. For it will usually never be what you want to see. The rest, leave to me." He said and she shifted a little, sitting a little straighter, before she closed her eyes and pushed her thoughts from her mind. She wanted something to happen as much a she didn't, she wanted to do all that she could just to prove him wrong, or at least that's what she told herself.

She allow her mind to slow, as if she were trying to go to sleep. Her body relax, tension melting as his low chanting lulled her.
A strange smell flitting into her chest, taking a deep breath in, suddenly she felt somewhat dazed, as if she were drunk. This was different thought, she wasn't numb, like she would have been with alcohol, instead, she felt everything. The rock beneath her, the wind around them, even Cole, it was something like his body heat, but not, it was what she could only describe as his aura. It was warm, and oddly safe.

Her eyes opened slowly, the world around her was in brilliant color, and seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. "What is this...?" She asked no one in particular, before something shuffled just behind Cole. She leaned a bit, and found a small fox peeking out of a small brush beside the water. It's eyes were amber, much like...."Oh...Is that?" She reached out to it, and it shrunk back. "It won't come to me..." She told him, before standing up, and slowly following it. She turned back and found her body still seated with Cole, her eyes closed. "Bloody hell,." She breathed and watched as her body spoke those words. The fox mewed behind her, "Oh, hello." She said, and kneeled down, reaching out to the little thing but it hissed. "I'm not going hurt you." She told it but it ducked back behind the brush. She felt compelled to follow it, only to find a small sobbing child in it's place. Robyn flinched, her heart racing.

"Hello little one." She said tentatively. The little girl turned to her, big brown eyes wide and full of fear. She knew this face, she wore this face.
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It was in that instant, the world around them changed, warped into someplace dark and desolate.

The small girl grabbed her arm, trembling.

"What? What's happening?" She said and as soon as she turned to look to see the girl now chained to a wall, her arms up above her head.

"No..." Robyn breathed, eyes in her own eyes.

"He's coming..." the girl whimpered.

In that moment, Robyn stood before a man, whips and chains in his hand. He walked through her, giving her chills in the process as he stood before the girl.

"No! Let her be!" Robyn barked reaching for her weapon but there was none. Robyn turned away, covering her ears so not to hear the sounds of the whip. "He's dead, I killed him, he's dead...." She told herself over and over, flinched with each crack of the whip and then suddenly she was back, sitting with Cole, eyes wide and full of unfallen tears.

She opened her mouth, trembling. "W-why....w-why did they show me that?" She asked him, almost accusatory. Standing up, her legs unsteady beneath her. "Why?!" She shouted at him, clenching both fists, ready to strike at the wrong word, trembling still.

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Cole didn't know what she saw, but he had been watching her carefully. And what he saw and felt coming off of her, if he was being honest, scared her. He knew what she was seeing was horrible, and he could only guess that it was something from her past. But he didn't stop, whatever it was, it was what her spirits decided she needed to see.

Suddenly her eyes shot open, the wide beautiful orbs filled with tears that simply refused to fall. "W-why....w-why did they show me that?" She asked him, almost accusatory. "Why?!" She stood and balled her fists, trembling with... he didn't know what it was. Terror, anger, sadness, they were all logical and likely.

He finished the chanting and scattered the herbs ashes to the four winds. He then stood and without saying anything he gently took her by the shoulders. He then slowly and carefully encircled her protectively in his arm, taking whatever punishment she would dish out. He didn't say a word, but by his actions he let her know that he was there for her. It was something he would do for anyone going through such apparent trauma, but something felt different about it this time. He felt like it was something she really needed, something to do to counteract what she saw in the vision. A positive, protective human interaction.

He was a messenger, but he was willing to be the messenger that got shot. What he'd shown her obviously had an effect on her, and he was going to do what he could to help her realize the purpose and move forward on her path.

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No answer came, which enraged Robyn all the more. She needed an explanation, but instead, he stood, and approached her. "No!" She told him, shoving him but he kept coming."No!" She shouted, shoving him harder and harder. "No, don't touch me, Don't." She cried, hitting his chest with her closed fists but he pressed until his arms where around her. She struggled, and fought, her fists beating on his chest, as much as she could in that first, rigidly at first, but then perhaps it was the warmth of his skin, or just the want for something other then the empty loneliness she felt, she relaxed, that aura she felt from him before, the sense that she was safe, right here, right now, even though her body was still shaking. It made her arms fall to her side, going almost completely still.

"He won't let her go...." She quietly, watching the horror play behind her eyes. Perhaps she was still half in that world, the spirits hadn't let her go, she didn't know but she could still see it, hear it, and was keenly aware of the marks he left on her back. Her arms came up, and wrapped around him, holding tight as if he was the only thing keeping her tethered. "She begged him, and he wouldn't let her go." She chocked before swallowing. "She loved him, and He took her tears....and she had nothing left, but still he won't let her go." She choked out a sob, but still tears did not fall, even as pressure build behind her eyes. "She killed him, and he still won't let her go." She said and looked up at him. "Why won't he let her go?" She whispered, still dazed, with a quivering lip. "Why won't he let me go?"

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So thats what it was. Abuse, she saw what he assumed to be her past self being abused and possibly, as he felt the scars beneath his arms, he was the one who whipped her. He moved on hand up and rest on the back of her head, his fingers gently massaging soothingly.

His eyes locked with hers as she looked up at him "Why won't he let me go?"

His eyes broke from hers and he looked out over the flowing river. He didn't have an answer for her. The spirits would show what they had to show, what they knew she needed to see. He knew there was a reason she was reliving her past, but he had no idea what that reason was.

He also knew he didn't want to say something to piss her off and deepen the hurt.

"I don't know. I don't know litu dloo." He closed his eyes and rested his cheek against hers. "But they hold no power over us, if we don't let them. If he is dead then he holds no power over her any longer."

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"I don't know. I don't know litu dloo." He told her, holding her close, and she let him. She tried to close her eyes but all she saw was his face causing her to tighten her grip around Cole's form. "But they hold no power over us, if we don't let them. If he is dead then he holds no power over her any longer." He said, and she had no response. He was dead, and she made damn sure of that, had she been in a fresher state of mind, she would have told him as much, but she had nothing. Her entire body felt completely drained of energy.

"He is dead....but it still hurts..." She told him softly, she was almost tucked into his chest, not unlike a child. "She didn't want to kill him....it hurt her....it broke her...." She told him. "Made her what she is....he made her what she is... " She said, and looked up agin. "I don't want to be her...." She said before all of her energy left her, taking her consciousness with her.