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Kocuom was the oldest son in his family, and he was a natural for the part. Confident, stable and intelligent, he was a perfect successor to lead the Untouk family forward and to continue their business. His father started him young, he had Kocuom out in the fields as soon as he could walk, and Kocoum took to farming like a duck to water. He seemed to have a natural ability to coax the best from his plants and to keep his live stock thriving. Kocoum was the family’s pride and joy, but he never let that affect him. He was never boastful about his talents or his position in his family. Kocoum did what he did because he truly enjoyed it. Working with the earth and nature helped keep him centered.

Staying centered was important to Kocoum, because beneath his calm exterior lay a very explosive temper. It was very hard to set him off, but when he was set off, he could be deadly. He was strong, agile and adept at fighting. In his youth, Kocoum was in two fights. In one, when he was 14, the other child had walked away with a few smashed ribs and a broken nose. That had been a simple display of bravery and manhood, nothing serious. In the other….Kocoum didn’t mention that one very often. Kocoum had been 18 years old, and the other boy had touched a raw nerve one too many times, finally causing Kocoum to explode. No one questioned Kocoum’s manhood without running the risk of incurring his wrath, and this young man had done so frequently. Kocoum finally let loose, and put the young man in a coma. It was after that incident that his father decided that Kocoum needed a change of scenery and moved himself and his son into the city.

During that stay, something changed in Kocoum’s life. A force entered into it and moved him in a way he hadn’t expected. She was young, lanky and very bitter, but he could sense something in her. There was a lightness to her spirit that drew him to her and made him want to see more, to know more about her. While he was happy to take on the role of the man of the family, it added a weight to his shoulders that he still learning to bear. The free spirit within the young body of Mataoka was something he wanted to have in his life, something he needed to balance out the heaviness of his load. To some, it may have seemed odd for an 18 year old to be lusting after someone five years his junior, but it was normal for those in his family, and in hers, to marry young. The families lived a simple life, and in that simplicity, there was nothing to stop teenagers from marrying. So, Kocoum brashly asked for Mataoka’s hand in marriage. Her father supported the idea, but Pocahontas herself did not. Kocoum recognized that she was young and had a thirst for freedom, so he did not push the suit. Instead, he waited, and watched her grow from a gangly youth to a beautiful young woman, who had an infectious laugh and a winsome charm to her that made him ache to be near her. But Kocoum himself had also done some growing during the years, and he knew better than to hastily push. The proposal still stood, they both knew that. But he could bide his time.

When she turned 18, he had planned to bring up the topic of marriage once more, but Pocahontas left Powhatan and started university, much to his dismay. Now he wasn’t even able to watch her from afar, instead he had to wait for brief visits and updates from her father. It made him itch to drag her back home. Did she really need a college education anyways?


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