Tribe Warrior

Mato High Warrior and Defender of the Native Tribe that calls Neverland our h o m e. -- OUAT / Peter Pan OC

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            ❝ah—no. i don’t think so.❞    always a relief when he called her by her name.   

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         “You're thinking wrong then."       Because the warrior didn't have an        issue dragging her into the water,   as well.

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              she’s trying not to smile.          ❝i’m going to throw you to the mermaids.❞

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          “Then I'm making you go on the            swim with me,   Lily."

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           ❝don’t start with me. i know that look. that one—❞

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           “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.❞

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            "Like what??"

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      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.”

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     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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                                              Ｃｈｅｎｏａ 

                    Born with the ᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ

                                 heart of the ƊƠƔЄ;

                                         An everlasting тяαηqυιℓ soul.                                         

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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?”

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     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?"

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     ”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.

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             "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."

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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.”

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     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.

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   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. ❞

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      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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{ sweeps the dust off of this account. }

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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 .” 

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      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."

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             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.”

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      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.

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( 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.

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( 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."