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Post by amber4 on Feb 15, 2016 22:45:11 GMT
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His answer caught her by surprise as she continued to thaw his frozen fingers. When she was done, she pulled his hand under the blankets and sat beside him. As far as healing went, she had done her part. “I don’t believe that.” She answered, instead of answering his question. She leaned against the wooden counter and looked him over with a faint smile. “You’re handsome; you are... brave.” She laughed softly and tilted her head in thought as she looked over the bright red sky person covered in heavy furs. Surely he had seen better days... but she had a very specific image of him in her mind.
She had honestly thought that she was going to die the day he saved her... Or at the very least, she would lose her hand and bleed out alone on the floor after betraying Wanheda. Niylah had been beaten before but not to such a degree. Hints of a scar still rested on her cheekbones and the taste of blood never really left her mouth—but with one shot Bellamy stopped it. “You saved my life—and probably the lives of countless others...” Her people admired strength... and right now he was not weak, simply hurt. Strength was more than just an ability to fight.
“I think that it means that you are beautiful in the sense... that your flaws make you a beautiful friend. Not a fierce one, or a particularly strong or ‘perfect’ friend... But I believe that you care too much and act without thinking out of desperation for the people you care about, or the people that you feel the need to protect.” She knew it was a lot to take from the desperate eyes of a killer, but when he shot that man she didn’t see bloodlust, but instead saw the need to find Wanheda. Desperation. “I think that’s beautiful—and I think that you believe that to be a ‘beautiful friend’ you need to be perfect but... that isn’t true.”
She let out a long breath and shook her head with a grin. “I swear some days I sound more and more like my mother...” She glanced over at him under her lashes with that same grin in place. “My father lives here... but he was headed to Polis. I don’t think he will be back for a long while. At least until the storm passes. You’re safe here.”
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Post by amber4 on Feb 15, 2016 3:58:55 GMT
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Her methods seemed to be working. He was warming up, though it seemed he kept slipping in and out—as though he was between worlds. She could tell that he was lost in that near unconscious state, which was probably why he asked such a silly question. “It means my mother named my Niylah,” she answered coyly while she worked to warm his hands. “She used to talk about the meanings of names as well... I think that Niylah means imagination, inspiration... silly things like that.” Her brow quirked as she moved the cloth to his other hand and pulled another fur across his lap. “Are you a beautiful friend?” she asked with a soft laugh while she set his torn shirt aside. The risk was not gone, but he was warming up and that was the best she could ask for.
“It was grease. When skin gets dry and it cracks, we use it... It also helps dry spots and burns. Your cheeks are burnt from the cold.” She held up the cup of warm water as she shifted so that she was sitting beside him. “Drink this,” she told him as she rested the cup against his broken lips. Bellamy was a strange name; not one she had ever heard before. These sky people were odd to her still, but after the mountain, she embraced them. She was still tense with worry that her father would return and throw him out... He was more of a traditionalist.
Part of her wondered how the Skaikru was managing in the weather... Their scouts had vehicles from mount weather to hide in... Were the rest of them safe? It was hard not to worry about things she couldn’t control—but keeping Bellamy alive was her priority. “What does that mean, even?” she asked in a teasing tone. “Beautiful friend. Handsome? Or does it mean good friend...” Keeping the conversation going would keep him awake while he warmed... No doubt this was exhausting for him. |
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Post by amber4 on Feb 15, 2016 2:49:09 GMT
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Her eyes were focused, but when he complained about the shirt and the smell she couldn’t help her answering smile. She didn’t reply because she was busy potentially saving his life, but she appreciated his humor—or even his attitude. It gave her hope that he would be just fine. Of course, as his head lulled and his speech slurred, she cupped his face in her hands and slapped his cheeks lightly; hoping that the pain would wake him up. “No, it’s not good.” She said slowly as she looked him over. He was still frigid... It didn’t seem like the time for conversation, but if it would keep him up and talking then it would help him... “I forgot that you didn’t know—“ how funny that her savior really didn’t know a thing about her.
“My name is Niylah...” her brow quirked as she tugged the torn shirt off his arms and put another blanket around him. “What is yours Skaikru?” She was surprised he came here... what reason did he have to trust her to help? Was it because she helped him find Wanheda? Those were questions for another time.
Instead of waiting for an answer, she moved back towards the stove and picked up the warm water. She poured some into a cup and the rest into a bowl and set both down beside him before picking up a cloth and using it to thaw his hands with the warm water. She was sure that it would hurt like hell but her grip was tight and precise.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 14, 2016 23:36:23 GMT
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As Bellamy spoke, Niylah was already gathering supplies she’d need to soothe his tearing, ice bitten skin. Oils from animal fats were used quite often in these situations. She had water heating up near the stove and she was quickly gathering clothes for him to change into. No—she was not a healer, but she had learned enough. When he asked if he could stay she was tense... He saved her life once. She nodded as a response, though she couldn’t imagine her father allowing it. He was not here, though. Perhaps he managed to beat the storm. “I am surprised you made it this far.” She said as she sat beside him. She shifted him as much as she could so that his back was against the counter.
She wasted no time. His clothing was wet and cold from the melting ice, and getting him warmed up was a priority. Niylah examined his shirt for a moment before grabbing shears to cut the frozen fabric off of him. Waiting for it to melt would have taken too long. “Stay still,” she said quietly as she grabbed a thick hide blanket from the pile of furs she took out from behind the counter and tucked it around him before she got a good look at his face. His cheeks were blue, purple and red from the cold, but the important thing was that they were not black. She had seen people lose fingers and toes in this weather.
Niylah took a small bowl of hardened paste made up on animal fats and greases. No doubt it smelt vile, but it would protect his skin. She smeared it on his cheeks gently. “You might be warming up too fast, but there is nothing we can do about that now. You have to tell me if you feel tired or confused—do you understand?” her English was flawless—after years of being taught, so she didn’t mean did he understand her words. She needed to make sure he wasn’t getting worse.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 14, 2016 20:46:17 GMT
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The windows in the trading post were locked down tight and the door closed. If it weren’t for the smoke billowing from the wooden stove, you would think that the shop was deserted in the harsh weather. Hail, wind and even lightening made the village lock down to keep warm. Niylah was tending the stove, wrapped in a long fur blanket to keep warm. She worried about her father who had been hunting when the storm hit—so she left the door unlocked, hoping he would return fast. This kind of weather was out of the ordinary, despite the months drawing closer and closer to winter. The hail was heavy and sharp enough to cut and the wind was a biting cold that bit your cheeks so badly heat stung.
This was the worst storm she had seen in years, and she thanked whatever Gods there were that she wasn’t headed to Polis when it hit. She could hear the horses out back getting riled up in their stables over the howling wind, but she knew the village itself would be deadly quiet with everyone huddled close. Niylah was lucky. The trading post was never low on supplies when they needed to wait out these storms, but normally her father was here too. When she did hear some movement outside the post, she was quick to see what it was. It was probably her father with the supply cart. She couldn’t let him wait—but when she opened the door she was surprise to see the Skaikru man from weeks before..
If it weren’t for her sharp memory she probably wouldn’t have been able to recognize him with the ice that clung to anything it could. “Skaikru?” she asked with surprise as she grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into the warm trading post. She slammed the door behind him; fighting against the wind as she did so. “What the hell are you doing all the way out here? Didn’t you see the sky?” her words were fast as she walked to grab whatever medical supplies they had. It had to be bad... just twenty minutes in that weather would cause frostbite. The heat in the cabin had to be hurting him too.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 14, 2016 7:17:26 GMT
FORM FOR CANONS [Characters from the show] Character: Niylah Season: Three Episode: One Scene: 26:40 "I would wait, give them a chance to clear out. Have that drink." While she's talking to clark/moving the cup. --and/or anything aroung there that's giffable that kinda shows she's a sweetheart! Dimensions: 250px / 400px Scene: 26:50 "My mother was taken by the mountain--" Dimensions: 200px / 150px and 200px/ 200px (So they match the coloring and all that!) Scene: 30:09 (After Clarke tells her to stop talking, and right before she kisses Niylah!) Dimensions: 500px - anything (sig) Text: None! Other: Thank you! Thank you!!! |
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.:Name:. Niylah Kom Trikru .:Nick Name:. Ny .:Affiliation:. Trikru - Wonkru .:Age:. Twenty-Three | ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ | .:Physical Appearance:. Niylah looks very much like her mother, with fair hair and a soft glow that not many of her people possess. She stands tall, and is rather athletic in build. Her hair is long and always pulled up and away from her face with intricate braids and locks. Her hazel eyes are always open and soft with compassion-- or narrowed with anger should one of her people get a little too rowdy in her father's shop. As she is not a fighter, she wears salvaged clothing that is either given to her or made. Once her mother would make the clothing her family wore but... Well, those days are gone. .:Height:. 5'9 .:Portrayed by:. Jessica Harmon | ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ | .:Personality:. Niylah is fair. She is kind to those who are kind to her, and hostile towards those who are not. She is not weak, despite not being raised a warrior, but at the same time she is not the strongest of her kind. Niylah prefers brains and thoughtfulness over physical strength and admires those who possess the latter. Her compassion does not get in the way of her business dealings, though. She can be a ruthless saleswoman and sometimes this can cause problems. Being a woman does not have anything to do with the fact that she is challenged on a daily basis- that simply comes with the territory. Still, Niylah was raised well. Her father taught her to be firm and her mother taught her to be kind, leading to a very well rounded woman. Because of her compassion, Niylah still grieves for the men and women they lost to the mountain. Especially for her mother... Perhaps it is a weakness she'll never fully shake off..:Special Skills:. Though Niylah is not herself a hunter, or a gatherer she has an eye for quality and the charisma of a sales woman. She rarely leaves her father's trading post, and therefore has learned the skills to run it over her years. Even as a child she could sniff out a good deal. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Tondisi .:Family:. Niylah lost her mother less than a year ago to the mountain men. She was taken on her way to the village with clothing for their people. She never got to say goodbye, but takes comfort in knowing that blood has been taken. Her father owns the trading post where she works and lives. .:Occupation:. Trade Post Worker .:History:. When Niylah was born, her mother would call her their angel. Her parents tried for so many years to conceive a child, but such a thing was hardly a simple task. Her father took pride in teaching her how to run the trading post. He taught her about preserving food and judging the value of clothing. By the time she was five, she was already helping him skin and carve game they received from hunters. She loved it... Her childhood was a happy one. She never had to learn any hard lessons and even had a tamed wild dog for a time, before he left. She looks back at her childhood with happiness, but this is mostly due to the fact that her mother was still alive. Niylah somehow survived her mother's passing, though at the time it was crushing. It changed her father for life, which left the weight of running the trading post mostly on her shoulders. While her father distanced himself from anything that reminded him of his late wife, Niylah worked through her grief and became stronger. The post has never been more successful with the new alliances being formed-- though Niylah is healing from a pretty serious beating delivered to her by bounty hunters looking for Wanheda. Niylah protected her as she liberated her people and avenged her mother. | ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ | .:Name or Online Alias:. Amber .:How Did You Find Us:. Tumblr "The 100 rpg" |
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