Week 9 Storytelling - The 3 Native

The 3 Native

In the wild land of early North America when there were only Native peoples there lived three vastly different Native warriors. Some say they were spirits, some say they were deities,  some say they were reincarnates of demigods fallen from the sky. No one knew their exact origins though. What was know however, is that each warriors protected one of the three directions of North America. West, East, and Central. Not as a pack but as individuals. Legends in their own rights. Unbenownced to one another but all sons of the motherland. All natural, 100% American muscle. Weapons of nature and Native culture. Hunters. Warriors. Beasts.

They were not known by names. They had none. For they did not need be known, only feared. Feared from all who try to claim natural North American. Any who tried to molest its natural state and freedom would in turn be conquered themselves. Accounts of what these warriors look like are so far and few between as only those who challenged them or the land would ever see them, and many do not return home. 

One warrior wore a great wolf's head over a grizzly head. He believed he drew the predatorial spirit from these animals that would aid his savagery and tactic in battle. Throwing tomahawks and a bash club were his weapons of choice. The bash stick was like a modern baseball bat but with a sculpture like circle at the end of the straight-to-curved weapon. It was a blunt tool of force. Cracking skulls and shattering femurs. His preferred ways to destroy with the bash club were by smashing the skull's temple, or the collapsing the ribs with quick blunt force. The trauma he dealt was obviously deadly, like the power of a bear's slash and swing at its prey. Tomahawks to the achilles tendon was another one of his favorites, as the enemy was left unable to walk and on the ground agonizing. He would usually finish them off with the bash stick to the dome.

One warrior was rumored to be more demon spirit than man protector. He was a ruthless killer. Just as much an animal as a man. His left arm/shoulder/trap was that of a grizzly bears. From the massive shoulders and size, to the brown fur. Complete with giant bear claws and bear muscle, with brute slashing strength. He could tear trees in half. He had the roar of a grizzly. In battle he fought more beast like than like a man. He was a brute hulk. He ripped the faces off poor souls. He broke necks with sheer force. He breathed embers. Spark and ash roared from his jaws with the same effects as flame throwing flames. Victims caught in the wind of this deadly magnificence would  smoke up with a plague like sweep of embers setting them ablaze while spreading throughout their whole body, further disintegrating flesh. His eyes burned with the same coal eyes as his breath. What was he? A demon? A spirit? A man? No one is for sure. But what was for sure, was that he was a fierce protector. A force to be reckoned with.

One warrior was a skilled killer with the bow. Maroon war paint covered his face, down to his shoulders, streaking to just below his chest. He had one maroon dyed feather on his head. He had a tattoo sleeve on his left arm of 100 maroon arrows scattering in every hectic direction. Each of his arrows was all maroon from the arrow tips to the, shaft and feathers. He loved the bow and arrow. And he loved death. He also had a jagged black-obsidian volcanic-rock dagger. It was sharper than a katana, like hardened black glass. He was deadly with the bow. The best. Perhaps the most vicious of the protectors as well. He would rage with the bow. Firing shots off like an old time machine gun. He didn't mind taking a few arrows out, sliding them between his finders, and hand-to-hand, jabbing and striking opponents with them as he slaughtered groups at a time even. His obsidian blade would do just the same, but would flay tendons, flesh and muscle like a knife through butter. But his favorite was the bow. From 500 yards out, or 10 foot away, it did not matter. Bow kills would always take the most fatalities for this warrior.

The 3 Native. The savage Native American protectors. War cry they soon die. Fear the Culture. Fear North America. Fear the legends. The 3 Native.

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Author's Notes

Inspired by stories and themes from Native Stories and mythology.

I thought about making this story set in the far future where things in North America went back to a more natural state and Natives thrived, and technology became decrepit and dysfunctional so traditional skills of hand-to-hand came back, and the traditional Native warriors were back to top of the food chain in America. But I wanted a little bit more history so I decided not to do so, but still a good idea I thought.

I also had other crazy ideas like one warrior being the alpha of a wolf pack, commanding them at his whim to kill. 'Sick em' and they pursued. Scores of wolves. But I decided not to have animals, just references, or parts of them.

I wanted to pay homage to the buffalo and have someone wear a buffalo skull or something. But chose not. Other pre story notes included weapons or elements of an bald eagle, or mountain lion. Like feathers or talons or claws. Maybe a great eagle talon dagger. Cool ideas that didn't make the final cut.

My first revision had four warriors and was called "the 4 Native." Here is the description of the warrior I took out: "One warrior had a weapon like no other. He did carry the traditional native spear and a one foot diameter traditional war shield, but his specialty was a great stag antler, forearm attachment. The antler strapped to his wrist and forearm and was an extension of the arm, extending an extra two feet, with sharp antler tips jutting out in their many organic directions. This warrior was all about optimal piercing weapons and thrusting strikes. His forearm antler-blade was a weapon of nature. He too was as agile and majestic as the stag, but that all stopped with the aggressive tips of his weapons. He pierced throats, lungs, thighs, and hearts with his stag horn. He threw his spear one-hundred yards with deadly accuracy and puncturing force. The strike. The impale. He was the agile piercer." He just wasn't as dynamic to me.


I also almost combined the remaining three warriors to add a single one into my portfolio. I was gonna somehow incorporate this by having a forward of his ability or curse or whatever that made him shift forms, or shift warrior type after every morning's wake. I didn't like this one too much. Then I just thought each style/equipment could have been just things he went back and fourth on. I didn't like that as much either cause the identities were vastly different. So I just kept it to the three and I am happy with that decision. I like these three in their own unique ways. But if I did figure out some way to combine them I would have named 'em Amerika, Native (but probably not), or Tso'i U-ka-dv or "three face" in Cherokee. I do wish I could combine em somehow, they are just so different and cool though. Oh well. Ya win some ya win some. 

Another really really cool idea was to bring elements of other bad ass historical warriors into the mix like one of the protectors having a fallen Spartan's shield or samurai's katana from when that respective warrior ventured to North America only to meet his death from one of the three Native. A Native American warrior with a katana just sounds so dope.

And lastly I pondered back and fourth to if I should name the Native warriors. Maybe? Maybe not? In the end I decided not too. But names like Burning grizzly, Maroon, Stag, Boom or Boom-ie-ay (with the Bash stick) came to mind. I could have gone crazy with those but I preferred them mysterious, unknown and unconquered.

Native Warrior