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babelinn



Niitsitapi, worship none, and a few men he respected.
they sited him paranoid and did things to
change his condition to schizophrenic. A member of a rival tribe
had secret ties to his wife. She was beautiful, and he wished to marry her. But her loyalties were to her people, those who opposed the warrior husband of hers.She'd move the trophy of Big Cow, one centimeter a week. and after moving the trophy 10 times she move it back to center. He noticed what she was doing and said nothing. She threw acid on his new shield, and loosened all the arrowheads, on the arrows.
She pretended as if nothing was wrong. He never spoke of it, and when a day of the buffalo came, he was embarrassed and couldn't have a child with her, as he failed in competition. The Blackfoot men of concern turned their backs and acted as he was invisible. The elder spoke and said not to fertilize the egg of the woman, the son shall be stoned or the daughter shall be the whore of many. After a year he returned to competition, And won using his neighbors arrows and shield. he made pregnant his wife, and his son went on to be the greatest leader of men.
She never knew I knew of her unloyalty to me. I used her to figure out my enemy and destroyed them all. She was made pregnant Eleven times, to the men she wished to destroy. Now her people worship the lions of Niitsitapi as I sit on the throne before them.

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it's said to be untrue. most people recognize the name but spit upon the story as it is fiction.

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Submitted by allanterry542curtis on September 07, 2021

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