Uprising

[Alekay]

Alekay wasn't sure what had just happened. One second they were preparng to fight, to bring justice to their people, to kill every single one of the enemies who had murdered so many of their own . . . and the next, they were retreating. Those who had been captured were being released, but only their people. It wasn't any loyalty Alekay felt toward the Sky People that angered him; it was the betrayal of their culture and the rights they had within it. Blood must have blood. That was what they were told. That was what they were promised. And instead, they were retreating. Running away, like cowards. Alekay would rather die in the fight than live as a coward. Yet it seemed that their Commander was perfectly content for them to suffer the latter. This showed no strength on their part. What would stop the Mountain Men in the future? They were alive. Their resources in tact. They could continue to kill their people. This war was supposed to mark the end, to bring the destruction of the Mountain Men. But instead . . . it was just a rescue mission with no blood to pay the price. And it left Alekay completely livid.

He was instructed to help a few of them being released, most all of them had blankets covering them, except for one. She was of the Azgeda. And just as he had been before, Alekay was instructed to accompany her during their journey back to the village. He didn't dispute it. For the first time in perhaps all his life, Alekay was left silent. The anger over all this was coursing through him, causing his blood to boil, and he was using every ounce of his strength to not let it show. He walked alongside the woman, motioning for her to take a fur covering that would keep her warm, as she had been the only one without a blanket. Normally he'd have a light, humored comment to offer. But tonight, he had nothing other than these two words. "Take it." Because he was not in the mood to convince her to. Seeing what they did to her only reminded him of what they were deprived of: justice.

Tag Echo

[Echo]

Take it. She was going to take him. Echo walked along, without turning her head to look at him. She had tried escaping a few times now, and so they had her guarded by one of their own rather then one of her own. She hated this. They were running away like frightened children instead of upholding their word and fighting their enemies! This was bear shit!

Which was why she was planning to take him. Take him down or take him out. Her next escape had to work because soon they would bid her like they were that other one. She didn't know his name, Lincoln she thought, but he had apparently fought too hard. She needed to get away before they did the same to her.

Could she take him? He was tall, but could he fight? Echo glanced over at him, and looked up and down him--opening sizing him up so he'd known she was thinking about it. She wasn't a coward. She would not run. Tree People. What right did they have?

Bellamy. He had kept his word and she indented to keep hers. She would not leave him as he had not left her people! This time it wasn't the Sky People or the Mountain Men who were the enemy! This time it was the Tree Nation!

"I'd rather be cold then a coward, Tree Person." She spoke in the language of the Sky People, because she didn't intend to give him the respect of his own. Her language was for warriors. "Keep your fur. You will need something to hind under."