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Tiger Lily
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:Games that never amount
_to more than they're meant
_will play themselves out.
_Take this sinking boat and point it home.
_Where is home?
Tiger Lily
X X ”tipahikanisis acâhkos simac isko wâpan ”
✖ _Tiger Lily _ ✖ _ Picaninny ✖ _
【 Fiesty ✩ Flirtatious ✩ impulsive ✩ thick-skinned 】
✖ Tiger Lily, Princess, Red-skin
✖ Tiger Lily, Princess of the Picaninny Tribe
✖ Sixteen.
✖ Female.
✖ February Seventeenth
✖ Straight.
It runs deep...
______The first thing you need to know about the Picaninny Tribe is not to disturb them. We are a very proud people and being their Princess has made me very proud. Red-skins do not show fear in the face of their enemy nor their friends. Fear only shows weakness, and red-skins are powerful, and strong. As for me, well I am quite hard-headed. It's almost impossible to turn me off an idea once I've cooked it up. And ever since Peter rescued me from the pirates there hasn't been many adventures that I've missed. Peter thinks he's the best in the woods but we red-skins still have a few tricks on him, so he relies on me sometimes, to find the quickest paths through the brush. He says in return he'll teach me to fly, just like him and the other Lost Boys, but Peter forgets. Alot. I think it's a little funny. He may look older now, but he's still that forgetful little boy always running around the forest. I do admit I kinda liked him before. I mean who doesn't fall for a scoundrel who saves them seconds before being drowned by pirates? You could say I'm a bit of a flirt.
I don't much like to think about anything but what's happening right in the moment, so I sometimes overdo my enthusiasm. If it's not happening now, it's not worth doing. It can be hazardous sometimes in a fight, but it's always good to be quick on your feet, right? Living in the moment also doesn't help when a bad idea pops into my brain. For example, I always thought it'd be a great adventure to dress up like pirates and mess around on the Jolly Roger. It'd be pretty dangerous though. But I don't think there's any fun to be had without a hint of danger.
Oh, I advise you never to contradict me. There'll be no changing my mind about something, once it's set. But, truth be told, I do have an awful lot of ideas, and my mother always tells me not to blurt them out, which I do. I talk alot, unless there's need for silence, and mother's right: I should hold my tongue, but mother is also wrong about other things. I don't want to grow up, and I don't want to be responsible for my tribe without her. And since I am very stubborn I will have my way. But I don't like to think about it. Don't make me. I don't want to grow up! I won't I won't!
Once upon a time...
______First things first, my people have become very territorial. We do not think kindly of our enemies, and we certainly don't need help from anyone. I advise you not to sneak up on any from the Picaninny Tribe, as it may just be the last thing you ever do. Of course it wasn't always this way. The red-skins were always very friendly and forgiving, except when it came to pirates of course. We cherished Neverland, and in return we had many easy winters. We were friends with the lost boys and Peter Pan and life was pleasant.
Then, four years ago, everything changed. And not for the better. My tribe was more than happy to guard the home of the Lost Boys and their new mother, the Wendy Lady. We never did get along too well, but Peter seemed happier. After the battle with the pirates we weren't sure what had happened until Peter told of his fight with Captain Hook. Of course there was a celebration that night and I was very happy to dance with Pan, but it wasn't long before he started to change. As he grew older, so did I, and just like Peter, many of the Picaninny children did not grow up, so when I did the tribe believe me to be cursed. They blamed Peter and tried every sort of magic that our shamans knew to stop my growing. My father, the chieftain, told everyone that we would no longer go to the aid of Peter and the Lost Boys. Of course I still did, being that I'd become attached, especially now that we were the only ones getting older.
When my parents learned that I was still off on adventures with Peter Pan it only added to their stresses. Neverland had not reacted well to our animosity towards Peter Pan and we had barely survived through a scarce crop. As cold descended on on Neverland with one of Peter's departures and as the wind got colder my father got sick. The chieftain passed a few months later, and the tribe was lost. We were angry and upset, at many things but I still didn't want to face the music. Neverland was only happy things, and it had let me down. I had aged, though I still acted in the same childish way, my people were fearsome and over-protective, and now I was being forced to grow up. With the chieftain gone, I had to marry, because my mother couldn't, and there must be a man to lead the Picaninny. Well as hard as my mother tries, I will never marry. I don't want to be responsible for my tribe, I just want to be a kid, and to have fun. It's not fair.
I don't spend much time at home anymore. My people think I'm cursed anyway, and it won't matter who I marry, the curse will never be lifted and Neverland will never be the same again to me. It doesn't hold the same magic for me anymore, and I sometimes have thoughts of leaving, but I just don't know how. I hate this, I don't want to leave but I can't stand staying. I don't want to make these decisions, I just want to have adventures. Why did this have to happen?
✖ ___theMasKeD_Ch e e s eCaKe
Tiger Lily
:Games that never amount
_to more than they're meant
_will play themselves out.
_Take this sinking boat and point it home.
_Where is home?
Wandering the streets,
in a world
underneath it all
Nothing seems to be,
N0THiNG
tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
no more camouflage I want to be_____exposed,_____and not be afraid to fa||
in a world
underneath it all
Nothing seems to be,
N0THiNG
tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
no more camouflage I want to be_____exposed,_____and not be afraid to fa||
- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX|s that Spring | see...
A golden rod of sunlight poked through the thick leathery hide draped skillfully around thick tree limbs that were propped up against one another. Minuscule pieces of ash swirled in the golden sunlight, and swirled playfully in graceful patterns, caught in the bursts of warm air coming off of the high flames. In the center of the tepee a large fire ate away at thick logs that popped and hissed as pockets of moisture boiled in the flames. The logs were wet as a result of the swift winter that had crept across Neverland, pulled along by the tip of an all too familiar dagger, strung at the belt of a once young boy who held the true life of Neverland. No matter how much the Picaninny tribe wanted to ignore Peter Pan's existence the changes in the weather constantly brought to mind that he played a major part in Neverland.
As a result of the cold weather, the large fire had been burning for several days inside the insulated tent, and the Princess of the Picaninnies was bundled tightly in thick furs on the soft ground. Tiger Lily's jet black hair clung to her forehead, and a hint of pink could be seen on the apples of her cheeks. As she rolled to the side her legs kicked out at the heavy furs, attempting to get free. Tiger Lily dreamed of a beach, although not one she could recognize. It was not the Lagoon, though the water was just as clear, and there wasn't a mermaid in sight, but a cool salty breeze swept her loose hair past her face. Inside the tepee however there was no cool breeze. In fact it was more a stifling heat, as the fire was still blazing, and spring had come unknowingly into Neverland just that morning. And it was the heat that pushed through the veil between dreaming and awake, and woke Tiger Lily. She sat up quite abruptly, stifling a yawn, her mind still quite content with being by the ocean, and shrugged out of the thick furs.
Why is it so hot? Peter couldn't be back already! And with this happy thought a grin spread across Tiger Lily's face, making it seem as childish as it once had so long ago. She jumped up with excitement and did a sort of dance on the spot, then sped over to the opening flap of the tepee. Tiger Lily poked her face out and glanced around. The tribe was alive with much movement with the arrival of Spring weather. Tall men with the red hunter's hand print on their chests, carried large animals tied at the ankles, women balanced baskets of corn and berries on their heads or under their arms. It appeared as though the tribe was preparing for a celebratory feast. So they hate Peter, but they'll celebrate his return? she thought scornfully. Several young children, wearing nothing but their skin, laughed as their mothers chased after them with the clothes they had shed as the sun came out. Tiger Lily stifled a giggle and retreated back into her tent. She poured some water onto the fire, bringing it down to a smoldering flame then shed her own thick winter attire. She stood naked by the fire for a moment, still not entirely comfortable in her grown up skin, and frowned.
Tiger Lily sunk back into memories of last night, when she had hiked up to the Tippy Top in hopes of seeing Peter Pan. The air had been frosty and Tiger Lily had hid under thick furs, but by the time she had got back all she had seen was the snow falling, and she had come home much too late to risk waking her mother and getting in trouble again. So she'd slept in the empty tepee far from her own and her regular comforts. Being the princess she had her room right next to the river, where she'd often bathed every morning, and now her skin was hot and sticky from the night and there wasn't much chance of getting to her room unnoticed. It was normal for her to sneak around these days, when being seen only got her a lecture about where she'd been or her responsibilities to the tribe. Recently her mother had been trying to spontaneously arrange a meeting with the bravest Picaninny warrior, Great Big Little Panther, trying desperately to convince Tiger Lily to marry.
Tiger Lily shuddered at the thought then with a sigh proceeded to get dressed in the clothes she ha wore last night. She slipped over her head a pale brown dress that fell to just above her knees and was twisted and bunched into straps tied with dyed green ropes. Her mother had tanned and sewn the dress recently to accommodate her growing body, and despite her displeasure at the changes, Tiger Lily did enjoy the way the hide curved around her and clung to her body in all the right places. She tied the braided belt around her waist and slipped her feet into ankle high light blue moccasins, then passed silently out of the tepee and past a group of women preparing food. She tiptoed silently over the leaves, watching her tribe carefully, then turned and jogged off into the trees, smiling at her escape.
Wind whistled merrily through the trees, making the thick canopy of leaves sing with pleasure. Birds chirped and cooed joyously as the bright sun tickled their feathers and warmed their nests. The air seemed fresher, the trees more mighty, even the small stream gurgling sounded like happy laughter. All of Neverland was alive again, and Tiger Lily also felt revived and refreshed, as she splashed ice cold water over her face and limbs. As she stood up, separating her long dark hair into two plaits her thoughts of leaving flew right out of her head. Was there ever a place more beautiful than Neverland? Was there a place more filled with magic and life? She sighed and dropped her hands to her side, letting the sun's rays dry her dark skin. She did love Neverland, so much, the land itself. But even with the beautiful forest all around her she could remember how she usually felt an ache inside of her for something more. "But what could be more than Neverland?" she wondered out loud. Tiger Lily shook her head to clear those nasty thoughts, and took off into the trees once more, this time heading straight for the Lost Boys hide away.
She skirted without a sound past the bushes and trees, jumping nimbly over fallen branches, following a well known path that she had run so often. As the girl, or woman as she now nearly resembled, got closer and closer, she held her arms out slightly at her sides, feeling the tips of her fingers slap against the bark of the trees. Abruptly she came to a stop and turned. Tiger Lily stepped towards a tree she had just passed and tentatively reached her fingers out towards the trunk. She of all people knew this forest better than almost anyone, every tree, every leaf, every dip in the ground, but something about this tree was different. It had been touched recently by something not of this world. New Lost Boys? she wondered, turning away with wrinkles in her forehead. She sprinted the rest of the way to the otherwise unrecognizable clearing, where there were many trees and a cleverly disguised chimney sticking out of the ground. No smoke poured out as it was rare to light a fire in the morning, but when Tiger Lily leaned her head towards the opening she smelled what was undoubtedly a delightful breakfast. She could hear the voices of many as well as a familiar tinkling bell, and she smiled when she heard Pan's voice ring out louder over the rest. She cupped her hands around her mouth and crouched directly over the chimney and crowed loudly.
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