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❝ah—no. i don’t think so.❞ always a relief when he called her by her name.
“You're thinking wrong then." Because the warrior didn't have an issue dragging her into the water, as well.
she’s trying not to smile. ❝i’m going to throw you to the mermaids.❞
“Then I'm making you go on the swim with me, Lily."
❝don’t start with me. i know that look. that one—❞
“What one?" He was just teasing her, really.
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The Native had always set animal traps, most of the time they were deeper in his own land, but he'd decided to leave some on the edges this time as he was sick of the Lost Ones stealing the kills in his traps. But the currect traps, they were made for humans. But just his animal traps, he checked every day. And today, someone was caught in it. He drew his weapon, and watched for a second as the figure tried to shake their leg loose from the trap. A slight mirk grew on Mato's face as he watched before speaking.
“That's what happens when you come on our land, Lost One."
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❝don't look at me like that.❞
"Like what??"
She doesn’t feel like pointing out that he is technically, by definition, cheating. Or at least slightly so. Maybe it was her childish sense of pride that made her want to insist on this accusation, but she lets it die on the tip of her tongue. As entertaining as it was to have a friendly siblings spat with Mato, it wasn’t desired each time they saw each other— which it tended to do so even without her realizing. It was her protectiveness over him, she argued; it was misplaced surely since he is a warrior of the tribe. Her father is, too, but she doesn’t try to baby him. It was something that she couldn’t fully wrap her mind around. Chenoa nearly bristled like an alerted cat when he began to laugh, almost offended; as if the sound was somehow making fun of her. The feeling soon passed easily; as it always did. It was just an immediate reaction of hers; a tendency that was fueled by the outcast feeling that she received from those her age. It was an idiotic emotion to feel in a village where she knew everyone, and she never confided this information to anyone. She knew the feeling was only because of her secret time spent with the Lost Ones. ”F i n e. I’ll let you win just this once. Only since you seem so determined and I don’t want to break that warrior spirit of yours.” Her were are playful and almost challenging in terms of the tone she takes. Careless is her posture as she slumps down and crosses her arms over her chest, a casual stance that made her feel as though she could portray a character that has no worries in the world. “I can’t really hunt anyway, remember?” She says the statement with little hesitation. She wasn’t sure if he had known about her learning the bow from a lost one; well, in reality, it was the lost ones collectively. ”I’m not the best swimmer, but I can at least say I know how to. Papa taught me when I was younger, you know. ’Just in case’, he said.”
He snorted. Let him win? No. He cocked his head to the side, the smile staying wide on his face. A plotting look crossed over his goofy-grinned face. "I don't think a little girl would be able to break my warrior spirit. You'll have to try a lot harder if that's what you were going to try to do." And he was just teasing her. It was the only time he would refer to her as a little girl, when he was teasing, because he knew better than anyone else that she was already strong, for being a healer. There were secrets, that Chenoa probably didn't even know that he know. About her learning from Lost Ones. "I'm sure your Father has taught you in some way, hasn't he? Even if you're supposed to follower in your Mother's footsteps, I can't imagine him not teaching you to defend yourself." He picked up a bow and tossed it over to her. Hinting just enough to her of what he knew, but not explaining it. In reality, he learned when a Lost Boy said something about the Native Girl liking them better. But one way or another, if they went hunting, or swimming they'd need to carry weapons for protection.
"We all had to learn, sooner or later 'just incase.' It's kind of a rule between the tribe. because of those pesky mermaids and all. But, it's up to you what we do. You choose."
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"Mother would say I’m right!" Chenoa tries to sniff in response, puffing her chest out like some proclaimed genius. It was an act, of course, meant to deter him from the use of their her mother in the conversation. It didn’t particularly bother her that Mato would use words that made it sound like they shared a birth mother; he had been dragged into their family the moment he was discovered to be a protector of the young girl. Her father was a bit broodish, but he still expressed his thanks, and her mother showered Mato in an intense care that came with being greatly valued to her. It took several moments before she caved into his words like sand through the cracks of ones fingers, dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement at the very idea of fun. Not that learning the different herbs wasn’t interesting; it was just overwhelming to constantly be practicing her future career in the village. To say the least, a bit of fun— especially with the man who was essentially an older brother figure to her, dismissed the very worry that had been evident seconds before. She did, after all, have a very childish heart; perhaps even soul. "Surely you knew that would be enough for me to drop the subject, Mato. That’s c h e a t i n g.” It is obvious by her tone that she is teasing him, not at all blaming him for turning the previous subject away. It was time for the new topic to begin; the one that had her immediate attention before he could even finish the thought. She’s just too stubborn to admit defeat. "But I won’t say no to doing something fun. What are we going to do?”
A smug look crossed over his face for a few seconds at her outburst of saying that her Mother would be right. She had a point, really. Even her Mother could only lie to Chenoa for so long before she'd be honest, and from time to time, her mother would tell the younger that she did indeed have to patch up Mato. Not too often, though. A laugh escaped through his lips at her pouting at his being ''unfair'' "It's not CHEATING, Chenoa. It's just an advantage. I know you well enough, to know how to change subjects when I want to."
He couldn't help but feel a little bad for using her want to have fun to his advantage, but on the other hand he didn't spend enough time with her having FUN. Most of the time, it was her just worrying over him. or her yelling at him for getting hurt. "Well we could go h u n t i n g, but that's not too fun, is it?" He thought to himself for a moment. Tapping a finger on his chin for a second.
"What about a little swim?"
”You don’t honestly believe I’d trust my mother’s words on the matter, do you? I’ve said it once before and I’m sure this won’t be the last time: mother is a terrible liar, but when it comes to you she’s much better. I can still see through it.” The words her tongue pronounced were mostly the truth. She knew her mother was protective of the innocent heart she claimed her daughter to have. It wouldn’t surprise Chenoa if she had lied to her on the matters of how Mato was actually doing. But she’s not too upset about this. She knows the two, her mother and Mato, were only doing what they thought best. Even if it wasn’t.
"Now, now. What would Mother say if she heard you talking like that? I'm sure she wouldn't approve." Referring as the younger girl's mother as if she were his own. It was just to poke fun at her, really. As much as he was teasing the younger there was a hint of honesty to the words being spoken. He had been being careful, after all if he'd gotten hurt that would mean he would worry Chenoa, and he hated when she worried. ESPECIALLY when worrying about him.
"I'm being safe, I p r o m i s e. Now. Enough worrying about me. It's too boring. How about we go do something fun? Just you and me."
There were reasons why Felix had been
gradually working his way into the good graces of those indigenous to Neverland. The first, the primary, was of course Pan. Advancement of land, development of tactics, it made good sense to keep the relationship sweet. Yet there had, recently, been an entirely more personal development for his presence in the camp. His friendship with Tiger Lily. Not wanting to put too much thought into it, lest it become something of a fixation, Felix decided the only way to resolve his conflicting emotions was by oversaturation. With any luck, the more time he spent with these people, the less alluring Tiger would become. As he approached Mato, he had his club resting on his left shoulder, several dead rabbits dangling from his right hand. “I want nothing. I come with an offering. That is all.”
After the scarred and blonde boy spoke, the warrior's eyes couldn't help but drag down to his hands,where the dead animals were dangling. The tension that the Native had shown in his demeanor lessened as he gave a simple nod. The Lost Boy coming to his camp with a bribe offering, was better than the other coming to warn them of something like pirates, or demanding the Natives do something for them. "P l e a s e, come then." He said, a hand motioning for the Lost Boy to enter the camp. It wasn't something that was normally done, but Mato wasn't one to turn down food in any way, have it be an offering of some sort or not. There was the truce between the two anyway, no matter how they didn't like it, To have a Lost One welcomed into the camp by a Tribe Member wasn't normal; they normally just walked in on their own, but it wasn't every day that the Boys would give offerings, either. An odd gesture only being matched. Mato had lead Felix into the camp and near a firepit they'd kept up throughout the day, where they cleaned and cooked the game they killed and collected. A hand was stuck out in the Boy's direction, wanting to have the meat handed to him so he could inspect it. "So, why rabbit?" The words weren't the question he asked meant to ask. He wanted to know why an offering, why so randomly.
Devin hadn’t meant to end up in the tribe’s territory; honestly, he hadn’t. He knew full well what the consequences were and it was not a fight that he was generally willing to pick. Although he may have been stubborn and perhaps too prideful for his own good, Devin was smart enough to know that some battles just weren’t worth starting.
That is, unless he was having a bad day and wasn’t paying attention, that is. Maybe all the bad karma he’d undoubtedly wracked up over the years finally caught up with him. Upon hearing a man’s voice, he froze, but held his ground.
❝ Hunting. ❞
The tensing of the younger's body was obvious, to Mato at least. He lowered his weapon just a little bit, but still kept it drawn. The other didn't seem to be in the mood to fight. Not with the Native at least. The Lost Boy was probably lucky that Mato was the one who found him. He wouldn't be as hard to the trespasser. Tilting his head to get a better look at the boy he noticed that even if he said he was hunting, he didn't seem to have many kills on him. Yet, at least. "Well I suggest you make it back to your own hunting ground, unless you wish to be hunted yourself."
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If there had ever been any doubt concerning Pan’s superiority and authority on Neverland, he was certain that it had been silenced. Now the Natives were on his side, albeit forcefully. Now he had a complete and indisputable monopoly over everything that went on on the island, over everyone who dwelt there. Their fates, there very lives, were held in the palm of his hand, and all it would take was the clench of his fist to see that destroyed, to see them reduced to nothing but ash and dust.
Now, he had a use for them. They were his little soldiers. They were puppets hanging by a string, and he controlled the wires. Now it was time for the puppets, for the little toy soldiers, to go to W A R .
He did not acknowledge the syllables of his name past the shortest of nods. There was no misunderstanding between them;he knew that he was resented, hated, even, and he did not care. Not as long as the monkeys went back in the barrel when he told them to, not as long as the toy boats would always float.
“There are strangers on this island. PIRATES.I want them to be G O N E .”
At the statement of it just being pirates, the warrior's body relaxed in the some. He'd taken care of pirates even when Pan didn't tell him to, but that's only when they wander upon his own land. The want to refuse the order that had just been given, but he knew better. Eyes flickered around them for a moment, dodging from meeting those of the Forever Boy. "Can't your Boys take care of them?" An innocent question in it's self, but not so much coming from the Warrior's lips. It was rhetorical. It could be taken as COMPLAINING, or wanting to avoid doing work for Peter, and as much as he didn't want to take order from the other; he knew he'd be doing it one way or another. After a forced cough, his eyes traced back to Peter's. He could see the seriousness in the other. How he didn't like the words that the Warrior had just spoken. A mistake.
"They will be taken care of. I will gather my men as soon as possible. Unless, you want to join me. It would go faster."
Curly had set a few traps earlier in the morning,
they were usually for animals, but sometimes one of the Natives would get caught in them, as well as the occasional unsuspecting lost boy.
When one of them came into the camp with one of Curly’s traps, giggles rippled throughout the camp. Curly ducked his head and smirked. He looked back up again and shrugged, ”No idea. It might have been me, it could have been someone else. It depends on where you found it.”
He watched the Lost Boys who were walking around their camp quite closely, When he noticed the one who had ducked his head, that's where his eyes stayed until someone has spoken. Mato hadn't even brought the trap because he got stuck, or anything. No, he just didn't appreciate their traps on his land. "Well I don't hunt on your land, and know better than to get stuck in someone's trap. So I'm sure you can guess where I found it. Can't you?" It wasn't even that the Warrior was angry he just didn't appreciate the Lost Boys hunting on the Indian's land, when they had plenty to take on their own. Truce or not.
( Great shot but still w e a k )
she moved quickly, leaping from the rocks edge and over towards the grassy area where the animal had fallen still. she took pride in the way she hunted, the way she knew the land better then anyone. hearing mato’s words she rolled her eyes and moved to yank out the arrow as she slowly turned back towards the warrior. ❝what do you think mato? since you know me so well.❞ her tone mocking, and playful as she let out a small laugh. kneeling she moved to tie up the lifeless animal as she moved to attempt to pick it up to swing it over her shoulder. an animal clearly that weighed at least four times tiger lily did. ❝how about—-you help me take this back to camp. then, we leave for the night.❞ she turned ti give him a look. the land became more alive more—open at night. and tiger lily loved to leave the camp whenever she could. she wanted mato to join her.
After the Animal went down, his eyes followed Tiger Lily's movements. How not many of the animals even ran from her when she went to check the corpse of the elk she had just shot down. When she ended up turning back to face him, a grin had crossed his face at her words. It was obvious -- a joke. A laugh had escaped his lips as he watched her attempt to pick up the beast, but fail miserably. It was a feat that the other didn't fall over from the weight of the animal, with how she was attempting to pick it up. A smugness has crossed over the Warrior, words that would cause him to be punched by the other, dancing on his tongue, just waiting to escape. "I guess I got here at the right time, if you can't even pick up your kill." With the words, he began walking to the other and to the Elk. after walking past Tiger Lily and getting to the corpse, in one fell swoop he picked up the Elk and placed it over his shoulder, keeping one hand on the animal to keep it balanced. "But, sure. let's take this back, and then we can go again. Hopefully more fun that just sitting and shooting this time?" A nod had come with his teasing words.
( Not so bad for a Lost Boy. )
nibs looked at him for a moment before he nodded. a hint of a smile twinged on his lips. ’— okay, sure.’ he wasn’t sure why he was trusting an adult, but he REALLY DID want to see the lands.
At seeing the other's lips twitch, Mato's own curved into a small smile to match. It had seemed to the other recently, that not all of the Lost Boys were bad. "Let's go then. There's a cleaning that isn't too far from where we are now, actually. There are a few different types of flowers that bloom there, and a large faerie circle."