Where The Wild Things Are

[Alekay]

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[attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: let me know if you'd like me to edit anything!

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It wasn't easy trying to rally a secret army with the sole purpose of overthrowing the commander. Alekay had kept this ploy fairly quiet, being as wise and strategic as he could about it. To others, he was still a warrior of the Trikru. Though technically, that hadn't changed. All that had, was his loyalty. [break][break]

But it was loyalty itself that was prompting him to do this. To get a Commander who would allow them the justice they deserved. They were forced to flee and Alekay felt like a coward because of it. After the Sky Person being given a merciful death and now not getting revenge on the Mountain Men . . . Alekay's thirst for blood remained unquenched.[break][break]

[attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Jus drein jus daun ... blood must have blood"

Right now however he was not engaging in anything as suspicious or shady. He was hunting. He had broken from the rest of the group, on the trail of what looked to be a deer. With winter coming, and his unknown fate with this new ambition, Alekay would have to prepare for being out in the cold and thus, collecting what furs he could during the process[break][break]

After tracking the deer, he could see it in the not so far distance. A small smile crept onto his lips as he armed his bow, and pulled back the arrow. He took aim, his eyes fixating on the target. It was the snapping of the twig that made him abruptly turn and shoot in the opposite direction. The deer ran off and the arrow fired right into the tree trunk . . . next to the person's head.[break][break]

Alekay eyed the young woman. She was unfamiliar to him, but he knew who she was or where she belonged. "Branwada gada," he huffed out as he walked toward her to reclaim his arrow. "I could have shot your head." The tensions were still there among both groups, but Alekay didn't have as much ill will toward them. Especially as they were the ones who freed their people from Mount Weather. "Why are you out here?" He further questioned, his voice not overly demanding, but it was hardly pleased with her.[break][break][break][break]

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Melz @C, A & R

[Thalia Tait]

Thalia wasn't feeling her usual energetic self. Ever since everyone had been captured within Mount Weather, she had this sick feeling deep down in her stomach. Being one of the few on the outside, she had stayed with the Arkers who had landed safely to sort through food provisions and show others how to gather edible plants and herbs. And Thalia felt as though she had somehow cheated fate. She should be trapped in there with all those lost souls. This guilt...it was snaking about in the pit of her stomach, making her grow pale and thin, almost like the day the 100 had landed on the ground like test rats.

The forest was the only place she felt she could escape the tense air that now loomed over all of the place they now called home. Hidden in the trees, she didn't have to watch Clarke and Bellamy being treated like... Well, like outcasts. She didn't have to watch the ignorant Arker adults who knew nothing of Earth try to take back control, just because of their old mindsets of hierarchy. Finn had...had died. To pacify the Grounders. A people that hated them, thought at first for mere misunderstandings, now they had ever reason to hate one another.

But it seemed like people just wanted someone to blame. For everything that they were losing, for everyone they had ever lost, people just needed a scapegoat. And a group of 'others' who were alien to them was always the perfect target. Wasn't this how the Old World had ended? Wasn't this how the world had come so close to being perfectly dead? Hate was a sickness that spread like wildfire and burned everything it touched till there was nothing left to destroy... Thalia touched the burn scar on her forearm. Hate and Fire were brothers, and she hated how everyone was so quick to hate and ask for blood.

As dangerous as the forest was, it was the only place she felt comfortable in anymore. The only place she felt free in. It had seen her well guarded tears and given her many secrets to its plants and ways of living. So under the guise of finding more herbs and edibles, Thalia had slipped out of camp, telling only the very few she trusted. Which ironically enough had been a few of the delinquents' parents. If she had told anyone else, they would of insisted on sending her with a guard, and guards carried guns. And Thalia had found that these days she had started to abhor guns more and more, just as she had once trusted them so. 

Walking in the dense green, she closed her eyes and put out her hands, feeling the rush of cold winter whipping her dark hair back behind her. Her waxy pale skin regained its pale rosy color of health once more. Her light freckles darkened into a more healthy color, giving back her more impish look. Her ghostly blue eyes burned brighter here. Even though she should be cold, being so thin, she felt more alive in the forest away from everything horrible. With her self-made hand shovel and self-made sack for the treasures found only in the forest, she smiled for the first time in many days. It was a nostalgic feeling, feeling free and light and alive. Something only the deep woods could give her in these awful times.

Opening her eyes, she felt content enough to hum softly to herself. Walking along she would pick a plant here, dig up a plant there, and she wandered herself right down a deer trail. They were hard to find. Usually only Bellamy or one of his most studious hunters could find such paths. Making them take her on hunts, so she could observe animals, while odd to everyone else, she had found her studies usually led to useful information. Different plants for them to eat, different natural shelters... None of this was her own knowledge, but she tried her best to learn as much as possible. It could mean life and death one day, just like the first days of the dropship landing. 

Following the deer trail was hard, especially for her, but she found a good many of roots and subground vegetables. Hardy winter food, if she could remember the locations of each. But she was no hunter. Her feet pressed down in the wrong place and a loud snap echoed through the forest. Normally she wouldn't of thought anything of it. But an arrow sunk right into the trunk of tree inches from her head and she felt her heart drop to her feet. Frozen in place, she stared at the arrow, then backed away quickly, as if it could remove itself and aim for her again.

"Branwada gada."

A man's rough voice growled out in a language she had slowly, painfully, become familiar with. Thalia didn't know any of the Grounder's language, but she knew what it sounded like. Like a wolf and a snake in a dangerous slow dance that spell death for anyone who came 'from the sky' as she had. Gripping the strap of her roughly stitched together bag, she swallowed hard. Though she didn't know what had happened at the mountain fully, she knew that relations with certain Grounders were still just as tense and deadly as before. It was always safe to assume they hated you, rather than they wanted to be friends. 

"I could of shot your head."

Examining him with those ghostly blue eyes of hers, Thalia knew she'd never be able to out run him. Not this one. He held himself like Bellamy and his hunters. They were the fastest and strongest. Maybe she'd luck out and he'd be stupid like a few of Bellamy's hunters. Those dark eyes that shot into her as he spoke, however, made her feel like that wasn't the case. 

"Why are you out here?"

Thalia stare at him like a fear frozen rabbit before swallowing hard once more and trying to move her mouth to say something. At first nothing came out. But she just cleared her throat and clutched her bag a bit tighter. She could do this. He wasn't threatening to kill her yet. Plus if he did have something against her 'Sky People', he wouldn't want her. She was just some ordinary dig-in-the-dirt gathering food handler. Average and on numerous accounts considered quite expendable. Right. That made her feel a bit better.

"I was just...following a deer trail," she lifted up her sack, "to find food...and things." Vague, not her best work. Right, she had to do better if she didn't want another arrow aimed at her head. The thin and pale girl cleared her throat again, shrinking into her jacket. "Animal trails usually have the best food on them," she tried again, "If it's been recently used anyway." She tried to look casual and very I-didn't-almost-get-an-arrow-through-the-face. In fact now that she was talking, she actually felt a bit irritated that her small peace had been broken by yet another war-like-looking human. Grounder, Arker, Mountain Man, they were all on her bad side at the moment. Any person wanting blood or war was on her bad side at the moment. Which was funny, considering she was usually so easy going and friendly. For someone as very non-intimidating as her, she actually let some of her soured mood flavor her tone towards the warrior-looking man.

"I thought I was alone," she sighed, "Guess there are guns and arrows everywhere these days. Even this deep in the woods..." She glared at his bow before dropping her eyes, before mumbling dryly, "Simply wonderful... The days just get better and better."




Alekay