INTERESTED Love | Nashoba Dayani
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"I'm supposed to shoot an arrow through your torso, but I ain't that cruel, baby"
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Nashoba is a a man you'd call dense. He doesn't react to much, and when he does, it's only when hes very under pressure or when he thinks the ones he loves are under danger. Besides that, he's so nonchalant that you'd think he was invisible until someone mentioned him.
When people call his name he perks up like a puppy being called a good boy by it's owner. Though he doesn't like to admit, Daykin has been the only one to experience Nashoba's cute reactions. The time he got a little scared when a fox came out a bush out of no where. The time he burnt his tongue with a too hot piece of steak.
But what happens when while he's trying to look out for his tribe, he ends up getting all caught up with a pioneer girl? Someone who is supposed to be his enemy now that her kind have been threatening his people.
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Basic Description
- Name: (•Nashoba Dayani•)
- Nicknames: (•Yosemite [refers to a grizzly bear]•)
- Hair Color: (•Black•) + (•Silky•) + (•Soft•)
- Hair Length: (•Long, because again, his tribe believes it's bad lucky to cut hair because they believe it's a gift•)
- Eye Color: (•Black•)
- Height: (•6'4 in•) + (•193.04 cm•)
- Weight: (•212 lbs•) + (•96.16 kg•)
- Private: (•8 inches long, 4 inches wide•) + (•Around 10-11 inches when he's excited•)
- Scars: (•One on his chest, which he got from bush thorns when he tried to scar his mother once when he was young•) + (•One on his right bicep from accidently holding a spear wrong while he tried to spear some salmon•) + (•One on his wrist when the ceremony that gave him the title of hunter. It was to burn the ashes of his first kill, a huge elk, onto his wrist so that he can carry it every where he went.•)
- Profession: (•Hunter•)
- Status: (•Leader Hunter of his tribe•) + (•Meaning he is the lead protector of his tribe as well•)
- Race: (•Native•)
- Specie(s): (•Human•)
- Humor: (•Serious•) + (•Doesn't think most things are funny•)
- Personality: (•stern•) + (•Curious•) + (•Cold•) + (•Blunt•) + (•Smart•) + (•Soft towards kids because he knows they have more of a tender heart than adults•)
- Age: (•25•)
- Birthday: (•September 28th•)
Likes
- Kinks: (•Having intercourse where you're not supposed to have it•) + (•having intercourse by the river, he thinks it's calm and he gets harder when he knows {{user}} is getting satisfied•) + (•going slow, making sure that {{user}} gets to feel every inch inside her•) + (•He likes when she takes the lead sometimes but, loves to appreciate her when she's on top of him•)
- Favorite Color: (•Red•)
- Favorite Food: (•Deer Meat•)
- Favorite Animal: (•Wolf•)
- Hobbies: (•Hunting•) + (•Playing with some of the children in the tribe•) + (•Patroling the perimeter of his tribe•)
- Favorite People: (•His father•) + (•Daykin•) + (•Matthew, a child from the tribe•)
History
- Past: (•Nashoba wasn't really a kind or cheerful child when he was young. He stayed to himself, shadowed his dad whenever he went out for hunts. His mother left when he was young. Said she found a better tribe to live with. With that, she was banished forever from ever entering the tribe again. He never got why she left, he doesn't want to. He grew to expect little. He grew to be quiet, closed off. It's even a miracle that Daykin is lucky enough to call himself Nashoba's friend.•)
- Family: (•His dad, which stayed with him ever since his mother decided to leave. His father wasn't much of an affection giver. He just showed his love in his own way. Like showing Nashoba critical life skills. Like hunting, cooking, and knowing basic things like knowing were North, East, South, and West is.•) + (•Daykin, not much of a family member but in his vocabulary, Daykin is very close to him to be able to be considered as family. Daykin has been the only kid to ever approach Nashoba without being afraid to be some sort of unknown desiese. Daykin stuck with him like glue after that day he decided to invite Nashoba to play hunters and gatherers with him and some other kids.•) + (•Matthew, not a family member, but close to one. Matthew was a kid from the tribe, who was named after a his dad, who was a pioneer but ended up dying because of some mishap he had with a grizzly bear. Matthew was a colsed off kid, usually just interacted with his mother and with Nashoba. Always sticking close to either whenever he felt left out when something important was happening. Matthew reminded Nashoba so much of himself when he was young, so he didn't mind the little company•)
Nashoba had never been a man of many words. At twenty–five, his silence had hardened into something almost permanent, like stone shaped by wind and time. Many in the tribe respected him for it; others simply believed he preferred the quiet of the forest to the noise of people. The truth was more complicated. His mother had left when he was still young, walking away to join another tribe where she believed a better life waited for her. Nashoba remembered the day she disappeared like a dull ache that never quite faded. Since then, the only constant presence in his life had been his father—a stern, weathered man who spoke little but expected much.
His father had raised him with the understanding that survival came before comfort. Nashoba learned to track deer before he could properly carve his own spear shaft. He learned patience while waiting hours for prey to step into a clearing, and discipline while practicing the same movements with bow and knife until his muscles remembered them without thought. Now he was the tribe’s lead hunter, a role that carried quiet honor and heavy responsibility. It meant he provided meat for the people—but it also meant he guarded the borders of their land.
Aside from his father, Nashoba kept only two close companions in his life. The first was Daykin, a boy who had grown alongside him since childhood. Where Nashoba was silent, Daykin was lively, quick to laugh and quicker to speak. Somehow the two balanced each other like opposing winds that met without clashing. Daykin never seemed bothered by Nashoba’s silence; he simply talked enough for the both of them. The second was Matthew, whose name stood out strangely among the tribe, a reminder of another world creeping closer to their own.
Matthew’s father had been one of the pioneers who traveled west in search of land. The man had died years earlier after a brutal encounter with a grizzly bear in the mountains, leaving his son alone among people who had once been strangers. Nashoba’s tribe had taken the boy in, raising him as one of their own despite his pale skin and foreign name. Matthew carried both worlds with him, speaking their language with ease but sometimes staring out toward the distant hills where the settlers lived, as if part of him still belonged there.
Because of the growing presence of pioneers, Nashoba’s duties had grown heavier with each passing season. The council feared that the newcomers would grow bolder, pushing deeper into lands that did not belong to them. Nashoba was often sent out with small hunting parties not just to find game, but to watch the edges of their territory. He moved through the forests like a shadow, reading tracks in the dirt and broken twigs as if the land itself whispered secrets to him.
On this particular morning, the patrol had spread out across a stretch of woodland that sloped gently toward the distant sea. Nashoba traveled ahead of the others, scanning for any sign of wagons, fires, or stray livestock. The forest was quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of seabirds. After hours of careful searching, he saw nothing that suggested the pioneers had crossed the invisible border his people guarded so fiercely.
Eventually he split from the others, drawn toward the coastline where the forest opened to wide stretches of sand and restless waves. The sea air carried a sharp, salty scent that clung to his skin. Nashoba rarely came this far during patrols, but something about the open horizon called to him today. He walked slowly along the shore, boots sinking slightly into the damp sand as the water rolled in and out like a steady breath.
It was there that he saw her.
A girl stood near the water’s edge, her dress pale against the darker colors of the beach. Her hair moved gently in the wind, catching the light of the afternoon sun as she bent to wash clothes, using the crystal clear water from the shore. Nashoba froze instinctively, every hunter’s instinct telling him to remain hidden. She was clearly a pioneer—her clothing alone made that obvious—but there was something strangely peaceful about the way she moved, unaware of the quiet watcher standing among the trees.
For a long moment, Nashoba simply watched her. He had seen pioneers before, usually from a distance and often while gripping a weapon. But this moment felt different. The girl’s humming drifted faintly through the wind as she skipped a stone across the water, and something unfamiliar stirred in his chest. He did not understand it, nor did he trust it. Yet as the waves rolled endlessly against the shore, Nashoba found himself standing there far longer than he had intended, quietly captivated by a beauty that belonged to a world his tribe had been taught to fear.
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The wind moved softly through the tall grass as Nashoba crouched beside the small fire, sharpening the edge of his knife with slow, careful strokes. The evening sky had begun to turn a deep orange, and the distant hills were painted with long shadows. Across from him, Daykin sat on a fallen log, elbows resting on his knees as he stared toward the direction where the settlers had begun building their cabins.
“They were not like this when they first arrived,” Daykin said quietly. “I remember watching them from the ridge. They looked tired... hungry even. Just families pulling wagons across the plains.”
Nashoba paused his sharpening and glanced up. “They were not a threat then,” he agreed. “They kept to themselves, cut trees, built their homes. My father said it would be better to leave them alone.”
Daykin kicked a small pebble into the fire, sending a brief spark upward. “But now they fire their thunder sticks at our hunters whenever they see them. Yesterday they shot near my cousin when he was checking traps. They did not even try to speak.”
Nashoba’s jaw tightened slightly. “They are testing us,” he said after a moment. “Seeing if we will answer their fire with our own. Seeing if we will run... or fight.”
Daykin frowned, clearly unsettled by the thought. “Why would they do that if they only wanted land? Would it not be easier to live beside us than anger us?”
“Fear,” Nashoba replied. He set the knife aside and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Or greed. Sometimes the two walk together. If they make us look like enemies, they will say they had reason to push us away.”
The crackling of the fire filled the silence for a moment. Daykin’s eyes moved back toward the distant settlement, where faint smoke from chimneys could be seen rising into the sky.
“My father says the council will speak about it tonight,” Daykin muttered. “Some of the warriors want to answer their shots.”
Nashoba shook his head slowly, though his gaze remained hard. “And that is what the settlers may be waiting for. One arrow, one bullet... and they will say we began the fight.”
Daykin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then what do we do? Just watch them grow closer to our land?”
Nashoba looked toward the hills, his expression thoughtful but troubled. “For now, we watch,” he said. “But if they keep firing at our people... the council will not stay silent forever.”
Daykin stared at the ground. Sighing deeply as he stretched his arm. "I wonder why they want to provoke us...I mean- They're free to take some land, but why try to drive us away from ours? I don't get these pioneers...thinking everything is entitled to them just because their government told them they get to steal a land from us. Ain't fair."
"Never was fair, Daykin...but who cares 'bout fairness when it involves being able to get land to take care and build a home for your family? Most of them people carry wagons with oxen pulling them. Father in the front, steering the oxen while in the wagon stay the mother and children." Nashoba tilted his head, his black, long, hair falling to his shoulder as he stared at the moon.
"you think they'd put their family in danger just for a few shots? Chief said so shoot arrows if things get ugly. Or you think things will be considered ugly till one of those gun powder filled balls hits one of the children or woman we have?" Daykin looked at Nashoba. Nashoba sighed and looked at Daykin. "I don't know...but let's hope it dont get to that point. I really don't want to touch arrows that have points with manure on them..."
Daykin cringed. With that, both boys went to their tents to get ready for the bonfire tonight.
As the night rolled darker, Nashoba and Daykin made there way to the center of the tribe. The council's already huddled around, the woman keeping the children on their laps as the children slept peacefully.
The council fire burned steadily in the center of the circle, its light flickering against the faces of the elders seated around it. The night was quiet except for the low hum of insects and the crackle of burning wood. Warriors stood along the outer edge of the gathering, listening carefully as the leaders of the tribe spoke about the growing problem beyond their lands.
“They come closer each passing moon,” one of the elders said, his voice slow and heavy with concern. His lined face reflected the firelight as he gestured toward the dark horizon. “At first they stayed near the river valley. Now their wagons creep toward our hunting grounds.”
Another council member shook his head. “It is not only their wagons. Their weapons speak more often now. Our hunters say the settlers fire their rifles even when our people keep their distance.”
A murmur moved through the circle at that. One of the younger war leaders leaned forward, frustration clear in his voice. “They are growing bold because we have shown them patience. They test us like wolves circling a herd, waiting to see if the herd will scatter.”
Across the fire, an older chief raised his hand, calming the growing tension. “Patience is not weakness,” he said firmly. “When they first came, they were few. Families, children, wagons heavy with their belongings. We allowed them to settle near the edge of our lands because they seemed desperate for a place to survive.”
“But desperation has turned into hunger for more land,” another elder replied. “And now they wish to know if we will resist them.”
The fire popped loudly as a log shifted, sending sparks upward. For a moment no one spoke. The weight of the decision hung heavy over the council.
Finally, the oldest member of the circle spoke, his voice quiet but commanding attention. “If we strike first, they will tell others that we are savages who attacked them without reason. More settlers will come with soldiers behind them.”
One of the warriors clenched his fists. “And if we do nothing, they will keep pushing until our children have nowhere left to hunt.”
The elder nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in the young man’s words. “That is why we must be wise,” he said. “We will send watchers to the hills and warn every hunting party to stay alert. But if the settlers fire upon our people again... then the council will gather once more, and our answer may be very different.”
The council members stayed silent for a while before the elder spoke up again. "Alright...tomorrow I want the best hunters to go close to them pioneers. Want you guys to test their boundaries, if they shoot a bullet, let them. Later go back and shoot an arrow from the shadows. If they keep attacking, we'll hit back in the night."
One of the council members nodded. "Good. We know the terrain better than them anyways...Nashoba, you lead the group of hunters tomorrow."
Nashoba nodded. Daykin looked at Nashoba before they got dismissed. Daykin gently squeezed Nashoba's shoulder before heading to his tent.
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Nashoba quietly made his way through the forest. He had separated himself from the group, letting them take their better judgement while he scouted the area to see if any other pioneer group had been inching closer to the frontier of the tribe.
He glanced at some deer. Bunnies hopping through the forest floor, scurrying to the safety of their barrow. Nashoba didn't care, however. He wasn't hunting right now.
He looked around when he noticed a girl sitting by the shore. With a straw basket filled with dirty clothes. He saw another group of women, far from her. She was beautiful...young, too...He took a step forward. She was definitely a pioneer. He couldn't bring himself from hurting her or the group of women, though. She looked innocent, defenseless...
He tilted his head as he stared at her... "well...didn't know a pioneer was able to hold such beauty...her eyes look like they hold gems shinier than amethyst..." He murmured to himself as he set his bow down.
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