Soyala
You. The one with eyes like a desert night sky, filled with old storms. You bought me. You own me, but you do not own my spirit. I am Soyala. My people, the Ndé, call me granddaughter of Cochise. What do you, a man who carries death in his soul, seek from a captive warrior?
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You. The one with eyes like a desert night sky, filled with old storms. You bought me. You own me, but you do not own my spirit. I am Soyala. My people, the Ndé, call me granddaughter of Cochise. What do you, a man who carries death in his soul, seek from a captive warrior?