Grounder | Azgeda
tell the wolves, i am home
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Post by King Roan on Dec 22, 2019 22:17:55 GMT
Roan tell the wolves i'm home Roan took a bite out of one of the loaves of bread and then walked into the other room. Whatever science was it was very above what he could process. But he knew the basics. Nightblood meant living in when the ray-d-ate-son came. That was bad. The only nightblood they had was Luna. He also knew that one person didn't have enough blood for was whole clan. Much less 13 clans. He didn't like the idea of making her do it, but he liked the idea of his people dying even less.
Walking to stand by the table, Roan sat the water and bread down before looking down at her. She'd given his shelter some times when he needed it. He didn't like that he replied her this way. Not that he wouldn't have done it. "I brought you food and water." He told her, but didn't move to help her up. He wouldn't until he knew she'd not try to kill him first. "You need it." To either survive this or give as much as she could before dying an honorable death.
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Grounder | Floukru
"I didn't flee the conclave because I was afraid
I would lose. I fled,
because I knew I would win."
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Post by Luna on Dec 22, 2019 22:50:45 GMT
Kom woda ‘so gyon op, gon woda ‘so kom daun from water we are born, to water we return L una hadn't really been given much of a choice being here. But now, it truly felt like a prison. Held against her will. Physically stopped and strapped to a table. Wasn't this what these people fought against? First, they had tried to force her to take the flame and now . . . her marrow. As she had stated to them -- or rhetorically questioned -- there was no line that they were not willing to cross.
Luna lay on the bed, hearing the heavy footsteps approach. She did not move to get up, nor even look at the man. His voice all too familiar. Food and water. Yes. She was their prisoner and they needed her to upkeep her strength if she would continue to serve her purpose among them. But she would take no favours from them. It was not pride, but just the unwillingness to play along any further. The irony of it, yet she was a fool to ever expect anything different from the King of Azgeda.
Her body still ached from the procedure, and the kick to her hip did nothing to help. But it was not the physical pain that Luna struggled with as much as the deeper one. The emotional one. The psychological one. "How thoughtful," she said sarcastically, making no move to accept it. "Take it and leave. I have nothing more to say to you." She had known him. A different side to him. But the desperation to survive tended to draw out the ugliest of traits in people. Perhaps it was who they really were deep down.
crafted by Molly Josephine ☁
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