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Post by amber4 on Jan 24, 2017 17:22:27 GMT
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The queen was as frightening as she'd imagined, with dark paint around her eyes and hostile scars framing her face. Her thick robes of fur were slate grey like arctic wolves and gave Niylah chills, but somehow she held her ground even as the queen threatened to take out her tongue. Her eyes were glued to her; unwavering as she searched for the words to say; to plead. Then she snapped; out with it. Niylah nearly choked before she spoke as she felt the presence of all the queen's guards and all the warriors around them. It was a crushing weight that made it that much more terrifying to speak. She was not a child-- but that was a bitter thought and an argument that would not win with such a woman. Niylah held her tongue before picking that fight. Instead she stayed focused.
"I am the daughter of the chief you murdered..." she said calmly as she looked over the others. "His second fell in battle and I am the chief of this village now." She swallowed any malice that seeped into her tone. Killing the queen of Azgeda would bring true justice, but Azgeda was a creature with so many heads. Cut one off, another sprouts. "We have both lost too many warriors in this fight... It needs to end. I don't know what happened when my father came here, but if whatever he offered was not enough to persuade you to end this then please tell me what I can do." She couldn't help the note of desperation in her tone-- desperate for her to understand.
"I know that Azgeda is marching on Polis; that Trikru is the Commander's clan, but we are not her. We are not Lexa... Most of our support fell the moment she broke our laws and fled from Mount Weather like a coward," now, her voice was firm and harsh-- needing to get that point across. "I am not willing to let my people fall defending a Commander who is unwilling to defend us. So please... If you will not just leave us alone, let us be allies... We still have warriors willing to fight a just cause." she could sense the strain of the warriors who had escorted her. They didn't want to admit to treasonous thoughts. They weren't cowards for feeling that way... but right now Niylah was thinking for her people. The ones who did not get any vengeance for the reaping and anyone Lexa had wronged... The child commander's time had come to an end and Niylah knew she could fight and die for her, or move forward. |
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Post by amber4 on Jan 20, 2017 5:42:19 GMT
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Balti was a large village just north of TonDC with a population of soldiers far greater than that of the smaller village. Constantly skirmishing with Azgeda, they were no strangers to fighting. However, this was a war. The Ice Nation was waging a fight against Polis and taking everything in its path. They had gone around the warrior village and sacked TonDC, leaving few, if any survivors there. Riders sent word, but that attack was practice. They needed to cut off any aid that Balti could have rallied before attacking the village. They didn't even have time to move their children to safety. The first attack happened at dusk and Niylah had fought alongside warriors far greater than herself. It had lasted hours and lives were lost on both sides. Pleading for a ceasefire, Niylah's father, the chief of Balti was escorted to the ice queen to negotiate. He knew that the village would fall... It could take hours, or days, but it would happen. Yet, he was slaughtered. His body returned to them by Azgeda riders that Niylah was quick to dispatch. Blood for blood.
With her father gone... the village was hers. What was left, anyway. She'd been quick to make plans. She gathered enough volunteers to escort the wounded and the children away from the village and to a cave nearby, as she knew they had to be surrounded. Then she prepared to follow her fathers footsteps-- only not quite as blindly. Negotiating peace was the only option... It would be abandoning the coalition to negotiate with the enemy, but at times difficult decisions needed to be made. Lexa Kom Trikru was weak. Perhaps not intentionally, but her actions at the mountain had all her people disturbed and anxious; ready for a revolution. Especially those like Niylah who had lost loved ones to the reaping. Queen Nia's uprising was planned at a brilliant time... Betraying the fragile coalition was not nearly as frowned upon when the child commander behaved so cowardly. She brought with her three soldiers. They weren't particularly talented scouts, but they would protect her as she made her way to the Azgeda camp. As she approached, she raised her hand and dropped her blade into the dirt.
"I'm here to negotiate the terms of a ceasefire with your leader!" she called out loudly. Her guards were flanking her, armed and ready should she be attacked. "Be it your Queen or Chief! I demand an audience!" Despite her shaking hands and her worries, her voice was firm, loud and clear. She was ready for an arrow to the chest, with armor under her heavy clothing. Though, if they decided to kill her... there would be better ways. |
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Post by amber4 on Jan 12, 2017 9:01:31 GMT
What do you fear?
I don't fear many things that haven't already happened. I lost my family, my people are always at war, and I'm never completely safe. Death isn't really a fear of mine, which eliminates so many others-- but above all else I think I fear being alone. Truly alone. I love the trading post, because I see people all the time... though, I haven't got many friends. Often my fear of being alone makes me do things that I probably shouldn't... It drives me to help people that I probably shouldn't. At the end of the day though, I would rather have someone; help someone, rather than be disliked and left alone. ulla |
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Post by amber4 on Jan 12, 2017 6:35:57 GMT
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Trikru would never give up a hunt... Especially when the sky girl had made it so easy; running off like a frightened animal, away from their camp, away from her now dead partners. She was fast, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t easy to track. Her strange footprints tore through the earth with the speed of her run and the trackers were still following her trail at a slower, steady pace. It would always outlast the frightened fleeing of prey... Of course, had she not found the trading post she would have been dead within the hour, one way or another, but as this small and frightened girl opened the trading post door the trail would run cold. Her labored breathing was loud enough that Niylah heard it in the back of the hut. The soft chiming of the doors opening normally meant a customer had arrived, but the sound of her breathing made the hairs on Niylah’s arms stand.
Her father was not here. He was in TonDC with Indra, planning an attack on the Sky People. Had her mother still been alive, he wouldn’t have volunteered to fight them. She was more tolerant and peaceful than the man she married... Niylah inherited at least some of her traits. Instead of fighting, she would look after the post. It was cluttered and lit with candles and lanterns that illuminated the walls of pelts, weapons and dried foods. She even had a plastic duck behind the counter with a bunch of miscellaneous items—most from before she was born. She pulled out a short dagger and kept it close to her wrist as she made her way out from her room to look at the intruder... she wasn’t Trikru. She wasn’t Azgeda, Ponda, Ingranrona, Boudalan or any of the surrounding people... she was Skaikru.
“Yu na gon we!” she said urgently as she slipped the knife back up her sleeve and approached her with wide eyes, hoping she wasn’t injured... she was clearly fleeing. Niylah didn’t know what to do... she could speak their language. The warriors had said they spoke the mountain men’s tongue, but exposing that was risky. If she was running, then Niylah was already damned if she didn’t kill the girl. If she left they would know Niylah let her go—but if she didn’t, that was worse. She hissed lightly as she walked past her and gestured for her to move out of the way as she examined the dirt outside the post. The prints were clear as day after a recent rain... Niylah was quick to work and grabbed a broom from beside the door. Quickly, she marred the prints violently to erase them. She couldn’t have been a moment later. As she reached the edge of the woods where the prints hit grass, she could hear the warriors approaching. Quickly, she walked back to the hut with her eyes on the girl. “Hide. Now,” she said firmly; gesturing towards the counter for her to hide behind as she shut the door.
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Post by amber4 on Jan 11, 2017 3:52:26 GMT
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As Niylah cooked, she listened to Clarke’s story. There were things she didn’t understand, but she was able to latch onto it and fill any blanks... ‘Floated’ was a term that she’d been told about before... where they would throw their own people from their ship and into the empty sky. She always wondered what happened to them when they were thrown away... Did they fall to the earth or simply starve? Space was such a mystery to her people. She didn’t want to harass Clarke with questions about it... It didn’t matter in the end; Jake, her father, was dead—and died a heroic death, trying to warn his people that of which his commander wanted to hide. She supposed their commander would do the same. “I like the name...” Niylah said with a soft smile. “I’ve never met anyone with it... It’s honorable though—to name our son after your father if he was as brave as he sounds.”
Carefully, she removed the pot from the stove and set it aside to thicken as she set bowls aside. “Your people... had strange ways in the sky,” she mused lightly as she filled the bowls. “Locking away children; killing people for wanting to save their own... Trikru is ruthless- I could never defend that, but The Ark must have been a very difficult place to live.” They didn’t have access to other clans, hunting, water or even real air. Locked in a metal cage in the sky—it made sense they would kill off their own to survive. Sick, but understandable. “Your mother—did she know about it?”
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Post by amber4 on Jan 11, 2017 3:42:01 GMT
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RP Nuala was not what Niylah had expected and didn’t seem entertained by her light line of questioning or her efforts to be less intimidating. Honestly, Niylah didn’t know how to treat children, having had none of her own. She had been raised alone, miles from TonDC without meeting other children or even having the chance to spend much time with anyone her age until she was old enough to accompany her father to the villages. Even then, the children her age were warriors or busy, clinging to their mothers hips. She hoped that she didn’t offend Nuala. The little girl was the last person that she wanted to upset. Still, she smiled when Nuala accepted her request to show her how to dye her hair. Maybe she could even get her to help her make jewelry... It would be something fun to do while she got to know the mature little girl.
“Still, your name is very pretty,” she said with a soft chuckle as she grabbed onto the metal railing she’d been leaning against. She used it to pull herself up slowly, but leaned against it ever so slightly so as not to appear too intimidating. “I’ve always liked blue,” she murmured softly. “Trikru paints are less colorful... we use limestone for white, but it’s normally used as war paint. Berries and blood make for good red dye as well though... it’s just.... mostly used to intimidate.” Cosmetics were not very important to Trikru... Not really. Clarke was the only person that Niylah had ever met who used it cosmetically, and even then she was in hiding. Here, it seemed so much more relaxed. War was not an issue, giving everyone a chance to breathe and be themselves... It was beautiful really.
“Were you born here?” she asked lightly as she began walking with her towards the main deck where she assumed they kept supplies. “Or did you come here like me?” She was still speaking softly, but she tried to be a little less patronizing with her tone.
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Post by amber4 on Jan 7, 2017 2:15:15 GMT
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With a soft smile, Niylah rested back on her knees to stay at level with Nuala. She was a pretty little girl with an innocent appearance, not scarred or toughened by battle. Like so many of the children here she looked almost serene, which was unlike any of the children her age back in Niylah’s village. Even though she wasn’t a warrior, Niylah had lost most of her innocence before she could remember having any... “Nuala,” she mused as she looked over the starfish that rested on her robes. Her blue painted hair and pebble beads were beautiful and unique... Outside the war paint used back home and the stains that Clarke had used to color her blonde hair she’d never seen it before. These people were strange. “That’s a very pretty name, your parents must have thought about it for a long time.” She tried to keep her tone softspoken as she didn’t want to scare her further.
“I like your hair,” she said with a small grin as she pressed her lips together in thought. Almost playfully, she held up one of the braids that kept her bangs tied back. “Do you think you could show me how to do it? You all have pretty shells and colors, but I’m so plain.” She let the braid fall as she rested her arms on her knees, wondering where her parents were or if she had any at all. Perhaps she was born on this rig and didn’t know much about the world outside of it.... but there was something about her that made Niylah believe that was unlikely.
Though innocent, there was a hint of a ghost in her eyes. She’d seen things she shouldn’t... it was the kind of ghost that never really went away, no matter the state of someone’s life. It would always play in the shadows of a gaze. She wanted to make Nuala happy... as awkward as Niylah was coming across. Children were supposed to be easier to get along with than adults.
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Post by amber4 on Jan 4, 2017 10:42:09 GMT
If you have anything at all you'd like to ask a Trikru trader, then please ask away! I'd love to answer any and all of your questions... Nothing is off limits! ulla |
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Post by amber4 on Jan 4, 2017 10:11:15 GMT
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Niylah left her home, her family and the war torn territory searching for peace in the only place she knew to find it. Even then, it had been nothing more than a rumor. She traveled by foot for days and arrived at the shore. There she lit the signal fire and in hours, she was taken by men like she had never seen. It was terrifying to awaken in a place so different from the woods where she had grown. Instead she awoke in a new world encased with metal and surrounded by the sea. It was a new beginning for her... as it had been for many others. It was nearly impossible to get used to, as it had only been a few days. It was strange not fearing an Azgeda attack, or mistrusting everyone she met... Though peaceful, it was frightening as well. Anything new...
Quietly, she sat with her legs dangling off the side of the metal platform over the open ocean. She had offered to work, but until they figured out a place for her, she was still more of a guest than anything. She’d been given a place to rest, meals and even tried to socialize with the peaceful people, but it was still so alien. Steps approached, and she mistook the lightness for sneaking. Immediately, she turned and was on her knees, ready to raise and fight if she had to, but the child that faced her was most certainly not a threat at all. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly as she stood down; wide eyes on hers. She hoped that the child wouldn’t set off an alarm. She was clearly born here... so young. Niylah wasn’t sure what could have scared her.
“Your footsteps were so quiet I thought you were a mouse.” She joked as she forced herself to smile. Her hand shifted to her knees, hoping she didn’t seem threatening. “I haven’t met you yet. My name is Niylah..”
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Post by amber4 on Jan 1, 2017 11:32:50 GMT
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She still quivered with the weight of exhaustion and the sweat that chilled her, but her eyes couldn’t pry away from their baby girl. Their perfect little bundle with soft, dark eyes and thin whips of ash brown hair. The way her hand curled around Niylah’s thumb was enough to bring her to tears, had she already not been shedding tears of joy. She was greatful for Bellamy’s support and little by little she shifted closer against him. His lips on her damp temple made her sigh softly with content, but her heavy eyes stayed glued to their baby. “This moment is too precious... I feel like if I close my eyes it will all slip away like a perfect dream...” her head lulled against Bellamy as her fingers lightly played with Sera’s pouty lips; parting them gently and tracing them. She was getting to know her baby girl... everything about her from her chubby cheeks to her closing eyes... every detail.
Carefully, she looked up at the man who had given her everything... the love of her life; the light in her darkest moments... He was an angel. “You are my heart,” she murmured softly as she rested her cheek against him and nuzzled into his shoulder. “My sun... my everything. You have given me everything.” There had been a time; a small time where she resented him... but this? Had she known this would be where they would be in a few short months... she never would have thought anything of the sort.
“Promise me... promise me that if I sleep you will stay here, just like this.” With his arms around her, she felt safe and warm. With Sera pressed against her chest and the love of her life wrapped around her... nothing could drift away. He would be their anchor. Their rock; holding them together... “Promise me Bellamy...” her words were soft and her eyelids heavy. Her face was resting against the crook of his neck with her arm tight around Seraphina. “You’ll be here when I wake up...”
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Post by amber4 on Jan 1, 2017 8:44:20 GMT
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I did what I had to do. The words echoed so painfully in her ears that she had to shut the sentiment out completely. For a moment her hand flexed as though her body was going to react on its own and hit him for being a moron. That was how she saw it. He was acting selfishly. Protecting her was simply a cover for what he really wanted and that was to do things HIS way. This was HIS idea, and HE was in control and though Niylah knew better, her anger was louder than any empathy she felt and she wanted to hit him. For that brief moment, before her true feelings flooded in, the only thing holding her back from clocking him in the jaw was the fact that she didn’t know how to drive if she seriously hurt him. Instead, she pulled herself into the passenger seat and looked around for the belt that she’d seen him wear. She pulled it tight and took a few moments to figure out that it clipped into the seat. The security made her feel a little safer.
“You had no right.” She spat angrily as she looked out the window. “That place was everything... it was all I had Bellamy and now I have nothing. Is that what you had to do? Destroy everything that I’ve spent my whole life building?” Her voice was thick as she fought tears while memories flooded through her mind. It was where she was born; where she learned to walk and talk... her mother died there. Her father... his spirit was there. That place was more than a home and Bellamy took it from her. Indirectly... but the pain of losing it made it hard to understand that he had saved her life, when now it felt like her life was in that shack. “You always do what you think you have to do but you don’t... think about the lasting effects. Protecting the people you care about means more than keeping them alive Bellamy. What’s the point of living when everything you had to live for is gone?”
She took a long breath, still dazed from the drug as she leaned against the window. It took her a moment to speak, but as the anger faded she realized something key. “You left your people to protect me...” she frowned and looked up at him with confusion. “Do you care for me that much that you would risk losing the people you care about? You can’t... Bellamy... you haven’t thought this through...” her anger evaporated while the hurt remained a dormant pool. Now she was more concerned for him....and what he’d given up.
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Post by amber4 on Jan 1, 2017 5:42:01 GMT
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“I trust you.” She replied shortly as she stood up and leaned on the bed for support. Her heart was pounding but she swallowed the acid that rose in her throat. “Any guards you trust, I will trust... You... you saved me.” Him being here gave her more comfort and more security than anything in the world... he wasn’t hurt, but she still moved towards him and checked him for any wounds. She couldn’t express her gratitude, or the feeling of security she had when he was close. She knew that the Azgeda king would protect her from anything and that... it meant everything. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she reached up to lace her blood free hand through his hair to pull him in closer. She kissed him deeply—unsure if it was gratitude or adrenaline that drove her to do it...
“Any guards that you think are best I will trust.” She pulled away after a moment and pressed her hand to her mouth, knowing that it was probably a little too soon. Then again they were married. He saved her... He had been nothing but kind. “Would it be wrong to ask you to stay with me?” she asked after a moment as she looked up at him. “I don’t know if you’re comfortable with it... you’ve been taking care of me so well I just... I want to consider your feelings as well. I would feel safer with you.”
She was honest; fear did that. It had a way of chewing away at her pride and anxieties. If anyone could keep her safe it was Roan. At the very least he needed her for this to work... whether or not he liked her as much as she had come to care for him was irrelevant.
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Post by amber4 on Jan 1, 2017 4:22:52 GMT
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“With the way she described them, it seems impossible that any painting could do them justice,” she murmured as she shifted to get a little comfortable among the soft furs and candlelight. Roan... he was misunderstood. At least his people were. She already found her husband to be alluring... curiosity drove her to learn more about him and the life she was about to begin. When he said he could ride separately the well adjusted woman in her thought that it would be best, while the excitement that bubbled hot beneath the surface of her skin was having none of it. “I... I’m comfortable with you riding with me. I would like to learn more about you... and your people.” Her words were spoken with respect and a soft tone, but the light that glimmered in her eyes was youthful and filled with curiosity. “Please,” she murmured as she shifted to give him space.
She leaned into a stack of soft rabbit furs and rested her chin amongst the velvet soft hairs with eyes never leaving him. “Everything we hear about Azgeda is... probably not all true. Trikru have their own stories.... but you don’t seem anything like those stories would make you seem. If I’m to marry the king, then I wish to know about those who I would be representing... from your perspective.”
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He had no reason to trust her; no reason to listen and no reason to do what she said without just shooting her right there. She could still hear the fog tearing through the woods like a vicious storm, which grounded them. She just had to survive until it stopped and then.... then he could go. She made sure he wouldn’t stay poisoned... but his question caught her off guard. Not and Soldier snatched her attention, and in response she shook her head. Slowly and cautiously she stood up behind the counter and gestured at the items that hung from the walls and the piles of supplies littered around the shack. She wasn’t a warrior; she was a trader. However when times of war came, everyone had to fight. No matter their training.
“Kof—“ she stopped herself, knowing he wouldn’t understand. With a small sigh she picked the axe up off the ground and hung it with the others, not worried that he could easily grab it if he wanted to. He didn’t sound as angry as he could have. He didn’t seem to genuinely want to hurt her. Instead she decided to focus on the burns he’d received from the fog. Quickly, she rifled through some metal jars of ointments healers made for her to sell. It wouldn’t fix it but it would help ease the pain... The pain from where she had thrown the knife would be bad, but the fog burns were worse if they were left to fester.
Carefully, with one had raised so that he could see them both she walked towards him and leaned in to give him the dented jar. “Yun fleim,” she murmured gently as she gestured towards the burns. Her hand lingered in the air between them for a long moment before she hesitantly let it fall, not wanting to scare him or push her own luck.
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