Bagged and Gagged

[Queen Nia]

Everything I do is for Azgeda SHE'S GOING TO CATCH A COLD Skaikru was becoming the bane of Nia's existence. The queen had been so close to successfully ending Lexa's reign. She had put forth her vote of no confidence. She had the support of the clan leaders. But alas, Lexa broke her own law when it came to being forced from the throne. Death and an unanimous vote. She honored neither. But then, the Commander held no honor in her actions. She was now bringing forth the notion that blood must not have blood. And people were angry. Nia was angry. The very essence of their culture, their ruling, reliant on this form of justice. Yet constantly being deprived of it. The only thing that had changed, was the presence of Skaikru. Of Wanheda. This prompted Nia to learn more. Her spies were everywhere, and they had informed her of a young Skaikru girl. One who had apparently fallen in love with Lincoln. Nia did not care about the details of their ridiculous naive love, but what she did care about, was how she could use it to her advantage. Which was why she had sent a couple of her warriors to kidnap the girl and bring her here. Word came that they had arrived with success. Nia sat on her throne, a smirk on her stone cold features as the girl's hands were bound, her mouth gagged, practically dragged into the throne room and pushed to her knees; forced to bow before Queen of Azgeda. Nia enjoyed the submission position. She gave a short nod to one of her warriors, as they pulled down the gag from Octavia's mouth. Nia looked her over, eying her, taking her in so that she could grow familiar with her expression. Her attire. "Clad in the attire of Trikru. Possessing the blood of Skaikru." The words were an observation, a revelation of what Nia knew of her . . . and that this was very intentional. "You, foolish girl, are dreadfully confused." These words, were meant as nothing more than an insult. FROM THE ICE INSIDE HER SOUL Template by Lachrymosa of Adoxography 2.0

Tag blake Mood: Annoyed Location: Azgeda

[blake]

Octavia Blake

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I don't want to survive. I want to live.

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Octavia Blake had promised herself that she would never be someone's prisoner again. While that wasn't how her brother and mother had made her feel--no one was going to lock her up and control her. She had spent 17 years locked up, and she would never spent another moment like that. That was why she was so angry, as she was being drug to where everything that they were taking her, that she still kept fighting. In the end, they had to hit her so hard that she saw two of everything, before they could get her into the room, and pushed to her knees.

Before her was a tall and overly thin woman. She had skin that was as creepy and pale as her blue eyes. She knew enough to know where she was at, Azgeda, so she could assume with out asking she now faced the queen. Shit. The worst part was, she had slipped out and was supposed to be going back from Polis--not one would even know where she was. She was alone. Bellamy was going to be livid. He would really yell at her now after this, even if it was only because he had been worried. "Clad in the attire of Trikru. Possessing the blood of Skaikru." She spoke after someone dragged O's gag out. "You, foolish girl, are dreadfully confused." O looked around her, taking in the numbers in the room, because it was that or roll her eyes.

"I'm not confused," She told her in an angry tone, "I know exactly who I am, and where I belong." Not the truth, but she wasn't giving them anything to use. O wasn't going explain her need for freedom, and the need to be strong to anyone here. Which made her realize why she was here--clearly they either wanted information from her, or was going to use her to get something they wanted. "What do you want." She demanded, needing to know that, because while she realized she was alone, she had also known Bellamy would be angry when he saw her again. Because he would. There was never a moment she didn't know that he would burn Azgeda to the ground to find her; as she would have done for him. That Lincoln wouldn't come. She didn't have people--she had a brother, and she had Lincoln.