Times where hard, for the people of her village, winter was coming and she and three others had been sent to gather berries and wood for the harvest, they had taken too long to return and till this day they all shall never forget what happened what they found in its place.
White man came and saw the blessed land we cared for, they took we fought, we lost an unfair fight painted beautiful in our blood. I still dream every night the restless winds over mountaintops the unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin, the hallowed land of the Great Spirit, I still believe in every night and every day I am like the caribou. My people never owed you anything and now our only debt lasts a life time, it is always a good day to chant to the Mother, she is always and forever listening.
Our spirit was here long before you long before us and long will it be after your pride brings you to your end. You may think I'm an ignorant savage and because you've been so many places I guess it must be so, but still I cannot see If the savage one you speak of is me? You think you own whatever land you step on, you can own the Earth and yet all you claim is just a dead thing. But I know every Rock and Tree and Creature, has a Life, has a Spirit, and a Name. How high can the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know, how can it be that there's so much that you don't know?
Whether we are white or copper skinned people, you say only ones that look and think like you are, but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you'll learn things you never knew you never knew, we all are connected to each other in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.
'There's one over there, and another and another, take them all!' -This was a voice she heard shouting somewhere a head of her then, she felt someone grab her hair and pulling her backwards, her hands instantly flared around in the dead mid-evening air grasping and clasping at nothing, as she struggled to gain her balance, trying to twist and turn reaching back behind her light brown curly locks which  was held together by a strip of cow hide, in a short shoulder length ponytail at the nape of her neck, her right hand holding onto it as her left hand tried to free what was holding her and dragging her backwards.  
She heard the simultaneous screams of her female companions, it seemed at the time coming from all around her, then she felt something sharp on her face, it was a hand, and it was white and not copper like her own, who was he or why he had come here she did not know but she saw he did not understand what she had or what he had destroyed nor did he care as he shouted with such rage in his voice at her, - ' Stop it now Savage or you will be sorry'. - Even though she did not understand him she knew what he said was not good for her and she sensed that he would do something more to her is she continued to struggle, but she remained holding onto her hair as he pulled and shoved her and others into a wooden cage, which was led by horses-
6ft 3 inches, Light copper brown skin, Small oval but rounded shape head, High cheek bones blended in, Dark brown eyebrows, Hazel brown eyes, Small nose, And pale pink full lips. Slender neck attached to parallel smooth shoulder blades, and long toned arms, which helped give form to a voluptuous full pair of breasts, leaving a trail to a curvaceous waist, flat yet slightly rounded soft stomach, pushing out a rounded peach shaped ass, aligned with thin toned legs that wear deceiving in their look as they were indeed short but looked long, to end with flat tiny feet.

She will honor the Rp just no excessive extreme violence , she is owned and eventually at the end of the RP will go back to him , sexual role play with the permission of her Owner .