Easter Sakima by ~StellaraNagareboshi
City IndianCity Indian by ~StellaraNagareboshi
I am a city Indian
We don’t hunt buffalo
We don’t shape bows
We don’t sing nagamoon(heritage songs)
We don’t weave dreamcatchers
We don’t hold ceremonies
And that’s okay
We still go hunting
We still build bonfires
We still make snowshoes
We still do beadwork
We still ride horses
And we’re proud of our history
Proud to be City Indians

Running Star RP Open to all"Aiyaa! This is the fourth time this moon we have been robbed," an Ojibwe youth exclaimed. He snatched the empty snare moodily, a frown decorating his face. His shoulder length black hair swung with him as he turned toward his older brother, who looked similar. That is to say, coppery skin, brown eyes, and a rabbit skin medicine pouch hanging around his neck. The eldest brother had much longer hair of the same color, tied back with a sinew cord. "Have patience, Changing Skies," the older brother counseled, "This is the Creator's way of telling us to change what we are doing. Ondaas,(Come) we will go someplace else." "Iron Wood, you fool. AllRunning Star RP Open to all by ~StellaraNagareboshi