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Post by amber4 on Mar 17, 2016 6:49:33 GMT
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“Yes, it will last the night. We’ll keep it under the stove.” Niylah smiled softly at Clarke, finding it funny that she had asked the same question. Cooking wasn’t the same as drying and salting meat—or drying out fruits to make them last the winter. Food spoiled fast, but there were tricks. Since she’d never had any of the technology that Arkadia did, Niylah didn’t know any better. The next question however caught her off guard as she filled the bowl with the well water she’d gathered that morning. It didn’t alarm her as much as Clarke cutting her finger. Niylah put the bowl down and reached for the cloth bandages that Clarke had made. “Are you alright?” she asked as she took her lover’s hand and looked it over. It wasn’t too deep, but it was no doubt painful. Especially around the salt. She set down the bandages and wet one of them slightly to help clean the cut as she held her hand.
“Children...” she said slowly with a small frown. “I don’t think of them often... but I’ve always wanted to be a mother. Especially when I was younger.” Niylah was still frowning with concentration as she cleaned up the cut, not sure how to bandage a wound like that. “Why do you ask, Clarke?” She clearly was distracted by the topic. She’d sliced through her finger—and Clarke wasn’t clumsy. So she had to wonder why the sudden interest. Though, children normally only happened upon families of two genders. Some warriors would need to have their children raised by others, and in villages this was easy. She’d met two young men who fathered three children and trained them to hunt. They were a happy family... It was possible, always. Too many children went without parents these days... Adoption was always a possibility.
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Post by amber4 on Mar 17, 2016 6:37:20 GMT
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As Bellamy took the child, Niylah tried her best to see it. She was exhausted, dizzy and unable to move. Between the blood loss and the trauma itself it was difficult to stay alert, but the silence was deafening. Beja she heard Bellamy murmur so softly it could have been the air. She was listening so closely, she could hear her own heartbeat. “Is... what’s wrong,” she whimpered quietly—voice breaking as Bellamy held their child. She’d only seen a flash; pale blue skin—but the piercing cry tore through the silence like the most beautiful music she had ever heard. She took her first breath since Bellamy took her into his arms. Every breath that followed came with tears of relief... it was done. They’d done it.
“Seraphina,” she murmured softly as she looked at their baby. She was so... so much like her father with dark hair that curled into little wisps. She’d never seen a baby with so much hair... “Em ste... meizen...” she is beautiful she murmured quietly, in awe of the little child she’d been waiting so long to see. She held the baby gently as if she were made of glass. Niylah had never seen a newborn this close, let alone held one in her arms. The new mother’s arms tightened around her daughter, wanting to keep her close and warm to soothe her. Every feature was a part of them. She could see so much of her father... and there were little things; her own mother’s nose was one of them. Her skin had a soft tan in contrast to Niylah’s. Her eyes were a dark blue she knew would darken into her father’s eyes... she was perfect.
Niylah was slipping into the dark, but not before she grabbed a soft cloth that she’d had made for their baby. It was smooth and think; perfect for wrapping their little newborn... She couldn’t do it herself... not at the moment, but she leaned against Bellamy and looked up at him with a tired smile. “You are going to be an incredible father,” she said softly with her cheek against him. Her arm loosened lightly around Seraphina, “We wouldn’t... have made it this far without you...” Niylah couldn’t stop looking at their baby, even as her vision clouded. She was so tired... She didn’t want to drop Sera though—or even blink. This perfect little bundle was impossible not to look at. Their baby was real...
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Post by amber4 on Mar 17, 2016 6:25:01 GMT
 This was so fun to make!! I wanted to put it somewhere!! Ive never done scarification in photoshop before! Clarke gave me the idea to use a bas relief effect and it turned out great I think!!! I made her makeup darker but I had to stop because she looked too much like Nia xD Which DEF doesn't work for the plot. But yeah!! |
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“Ai's trana sis au...” she muttered under her breath. I’m trying to help. She knew he wouldn’t understand her but he seemed to calm down. She understood his question. Why. But how did she explain to him why she was helping him after attacking him. She pointed at the gun and held her hands as though she were holding it. Then she pointed the invisible gun at him. She was scared he would have shot her if she didn’t take him out first... but then he didn’t pull the trigger. He didn’t kill her, or even try to—even though he could have. He would have died soon thereafter but that wasn’t really the point. “Biyo moba...” another apology. In a language he didn’t understand... She grabbed the cloth bandages and handed them to him with shaking hands.
She kept one herself and pressed it against her own body, where he’d been hit; showing him what to do with it while keeping a safe distance. “Ai... no hurt you.” Well she had. But she wasn’t sure how to say she wouldn’t hurt him again in his language. Instead she crossed her legs and watched him intently as the winds howled violently. He had two choices. Do what she wanted, or kill her then die. She hoped that he was smart enough to trust her—and maybe to understand why she’d done what she had. The gun was the most devastating weapon she had ever seen. Even having one so close was a threat. Touching it made her cringe with fear...
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Post by amber4 on Mar 17, 2016 0:59:47 GMT
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Niylah knew that she’d surprised her father by speaking out; especially so informally. She watched Roan as he approached. If Niylah knew Roan’s intentions and the reason he’d chosen her of all people, she wouldn’t be so nervous. She knew her father approached him first and had probably begged him to marry Niylah—to have her produce his heir... She didn’t understand why he had said yes. Mutual friend? She had thought he was a bounty hunter, but looks could be deceiving. Slowly, she walked towards him—her nerves showing on her torn and hesitant expression, but when he turned to her father and spoke both of their faces went pale. “It isn’t like that,” Niylah was quick to say, though it was instinct to defend him. Her voice was small though... He’d betrayed her, any way she looked at it. She wouldn’t have chosen this on her own. Still, she couldn’t deny that her father was using her for political gain.
“I brought her to you; she’s everything I said that she would be—“ He said with a frown. “You agreed—“ He was confused and not making much sense, but he treated it like a trade gone sour. As if Niylah were a prized horse and he wasn’t getting the reward he was promised. Though, what did he ask for in return? Probably nothing—he probably expected it. “You can’t just take her and cast me aside. I’m the one who gave her to you.” He was finding his voice, but the more he talked the less Niylah felt the need to defend him. Not because he was doing a good job of it, but because it was demeaning.
“Stop,” she said after a moment; tugging at her sleeves. He was digging a grave. She hated speaking out against him or acting against his wishes—but that was loyalty for her family. The words made her father puff up his chest with offence, though Roan stood between her and her father. There wasn’t much he could do. Still, he didn’t move. He just looked at Roan with expectations.
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Post by amber4 on Mar 15, 2016 23:06:11 GMT
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The ride to the north was a long one. Most of which was spent inside a cart while Niylah’s father Rhego sat upfront, guiding their horse. It gave Niylah plenty of time for thought and reflection. At first, her father did not want to tell Niylah that he’d basically sold her to the new Azgeda king for reputation, but as he had her dress in the most beautiful clothes her mother had ever made she knew that they were not going north for a simple trade. She wore layers of fur; though her father had tried to make her wear a simple black dress. Instead she wore a warm tunic paired with leather boots and durable hide pants. Paired with the warm clothing was a wolf dress and cloak, against her wishes. It was the altitude that made this season cold. Even though they were still close enough to Polis, the mountain air was thinner and the weather less forgiving.
When he told her she was going to marry the Azgeda king she was... furious. He never asked her. He would never ask her when he made these decisions, but apparently losing his wife made him marry the side of him that had always been hungry for power. That was all this was. There were so many Trikru girls—but her father sold her off without even a word to their biggest foe. Azgeda terrorized the post when they were at war. Niylah killed her fair share of their bandits, but this was different he would insist. She would be their queen. Though Niylah never wanted to be anything more than what she was; what her mother was. She was no queen. Just a tie to Trikru. Queen Nia was a sadist and evil to her frozen core. Why would her son be any different.
When the cart stopped she pulled her hood up and over her head and stepped out; eager to escape the small cart and breathe some fresh air. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, but the cold was what made her fists tighten around her cloak. She’d never seen such a large Azgeda village, but she felt out of place. “Come this way, Niylah,” her father said as he came down from his place. He walked towards one of the larger cabins and Niylah followed with her head down. Scarred faces looked up from their work to watch them while Niylah scurried for the cabin. She didn’t belong here. “King Roan,” he said with a smile to his voice as he entered the cabin. He knelt—which she had never seen him do before. “This is my daughter Niylah.” Niylah lowered her head as she pulled off the hood, but she wasn’t sure how to address him. King, Queen, Leader... they were all just words. Heda was the only one she was taught to bow for, but she was sure her father would lick Roan clean if he were asked to. Niylah pulled her hair to the side before looking up at her potential husband to be—which made her freeze.
“We’ve met before,” she said after a moment. He was with the bounty hunter... this wasn’t good. She hadn’t made the connection and she probably shouldn’t have voiced it. She doubted he would remember her, even if she lied about seeing the great Wanheda.
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Post by amber4 on Mar 12, 2016 3:47:08 GMT
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“If I took off the cuffs, you wouldn’t be at my mercy... I could of course overpower you, but I like you like this.” She continued to trail kisses along his hip bone, nipping at the sensitive skin as her hand trailed gently up the inside of his thigh. “Maybe later you can get your revenge but for now... you’re my prisoner.” She let out a soft chuckle. The sound of him straining against the cuffs made her shiver with delight—since she wanted to drive him absolutely crazy with lust. Maybe he’d get an idea of what he did to her damn near every moment... the way those dark eyes consumed her were enough to make her weak—and it had made this journey far too long. Strange to be so aroused when you were running from danger. Perhaps the inability to act on her desires was what made this such an appealing idea.
Slowly—almost unbearably so, she ran her hand along the length of his manhood. She was a tease; desperate to hear the clash of the cuffs against each other as he struggled the more he got riled up. She wanted him throbbing for her just as she ached for him. With her eyes on his as they raised from his hip, she couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that crossed her features. “I could get used to the view,” she purred seductively before lifting her head just enough to flick the head of his member with her tongue. Those deep eyes trailed over his, wanting to see his face twist and contort with desperation and pleasure...
She wrapped her lips around him; taking him into her mouth inch by inch with her eyes never leaving his beautiful face. Was she sadistic for enjoying this so much? He could thrust his hips, but she had them pressed down into the furs with her hands—so there wasn’t much he really could do. Her heart was pounding with excitement—part of her even wanted to hear him beg.
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Post by amber4 on Mar 12, 2016 3:13:25 GMT
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Despite the pain, Niylah’s eyes never left Bellamy’s as he collected everything he needed. He worked with focus and though she knew that he couldn’t be completely without panic, he had to be afraid as well... but he knew what he was doing. It was more than she could say for herself, but when he cupped her face and spoke she couldn’t help the small and breathless laugh that escaped her lips. He couldn’t have known how much it meant to her—to hear the words fall from his lips, but it meant the world... “Ai hod yu in,” she repeated softly. Her fists were tight as she kissed him back lightly. They were doing this together. She could do it—with him at least...
As he moved, Niylah moved her hands back to the headboard where she could ground herself—knowing she would need to push. He’d calmed her enough so that she could feel what was happening. She could bite past the pain and feel where their son or daughter was—and it was close. She knew it was close. Now was not the time to be shy as she looked down at Bellamy. Instead of fighting the contractions she moved with them.
Her stomach tensed as she pushed—and god knew it hurt. She let out a cry before tightening her grip on the headboard, knowing that the inn was hardly the place for her yowling. She knew she had to stay relatively quiet. It became a pattern. Breathe—and then bear down. Niylah’s teeth clashed as the pain only seemed to worsen and she tried to hear Bellamy over her hammering pulse. The pain made everything red, but she could feel him. Even though she couldn’t see through the haze of labor she knew that Bellamy was there. It lasted so long... only, it wasn’t that long at all. She’d been through so much of it throughout the day without even knowing just how close she was and now all that was left was getting the baby out.
She thought of all the little kicks and moments they shared together, and though it didn’t help the pain it did help her to keep going. They would have so many more... Bellamy would make an incredible father. She’d known that before they even truly grew committed. From the first moment, she knew. It made sense that he would be the first face their baby would see. He’d been taking care of them for so long now... Distracting herself with these thoughts helped her work through the pain—she could feel it as the baby crowned and moved through her—stretching her body in ways she didn’t know it could. It unleashed a new kind of pain, but she knew it was almost over. “You—can you see—“ her voice was weak, but she could feel everything. Every move, every twist, every curve... She pushed once more and felt the shoulders slip—with everything else in that one moment it was over—but immediately she was terrified.
“Chomouda ste em nou crai op?” why is it not crying... there should be screaming—the baby was out, she knew that. She saw the flash of blue flesh but no screams. “Bellamy!” her voice was weak as sweat glistened across her skin and her breathing grew ragged. What was wrong? Something was wrong. “What... what is wrong...”
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Post by amber4 on Mar 11, 2016 22:02:56 GMT
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She backed away, slowly, but kept her eyes on him. He was drifting, whether from internal injury or the bleeding. The poison took some time to act, but the moment his eyes closed she moved in again. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the strap of his gun over his head. They couldn’t touch these weapons. The mountain would kill them all, and having one so close made her nervous. She pushed it away with her foot, surprised at how heavy it was before she took his jaw in her hand. She shook it just a little to stir him—to make him look as she took a small drink from the vial. “Help.” She said again, slowly this time. She pressed the small bottle against his lips with worried eyes, not wanting him to die... She couldn’t kill a person—no matter who they were with. At least, that’s what she thought. She had never been in danger.
With her free hand, she had the bandage pressed against the wound where it was soaking up blood quickly. “Moba—moba,” she mumbled again, eyes as apologetic as her tone. She needed him to take the cure. Now... she wasn’t sure how long the poison would take to set in but she knew he needed to take it now for a better chance. She was terrified he would lash out again but she was doing her best to be clear that she was helping him.
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Post by amber4 on Mar 11, 2016 19:22:43 GMT
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Clarke had been through so much—and had to go through so much. She was away from a family that missed her and a home where she was supposed to belong. Niylah knew that she had many reasons to be afraid of returning, and none of them were things that Niylah could take away. Niylah couldn’t take away the survivors guilt, the wanheda stain or the fact that she’d been away from Camp Jaha for so long her friends and family probably saw it as some kind of betrayal in her eyes... Maybe—Niylah could have been wrong... “We will plan a trip and pack a cart with supplies for them...” Niylah offered with a small grin. “They are probably getting tired of game and roots...” Real produce took time and resources the camp simply couldn’t have had. Their home was a rarity which made their goods very easy to trade and very valuable. Especially the herb gardens and milk.
Niylah was digging around for what they would need; a large pot which she set on the wood stove to heat up, a knife, a few plates and the vegetables gathered up. “I can teach you,” she grinned a little and handed Clarke the knife. “My mother taught me when I was young... My father wasn’t much for real meals after she passed but I still remember. We need to cut the meat up into smaller pieces—if you want to do that, I can get some water in that pot.” Niylah grinned a little at Clarke as she spoke. “We can even leave what’s left overnight. It’ll be even better when it’s had a chance to rest.”
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Post by amber4 on Mar 11, 2016 19:08:41 GMT
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“I understand that you’re afraid, Gena—“ Niylah said slowly in a firm voice. “But you have to do as I say or you’re going to get yourself killed. You can say Trikru—my father is not one for conversation and you are weak. He will not question you further and if he does then I will stop him.” Her frown was deep as she washed away blood from her arms, but it seemed as though she had been stabbed by the assassin, potentially a number of times. She wasn’t surprised that the mountain was attacked. Azgeda was probably trying to put a wedge in the forming alliance. She believed in the alliance and the cease fire... but her father did not. There were many who did not, which made Gena very unsafe here. “Jana is a Trikru name,” she said slowly. It was close to Gena...
“I... Ice nation is trying to sabotage the truce... Polis is where your friends are. It is a day ride from here. I can have somebody send word for them, but it’s hard to find people you can trust in these situations.” Slowly she let out a sigh and grabbed more bandages and pulled the covers back so Gena could lay down. “You need to learn to say it—“ she brought her back to the original discussion as she looked for wounds. The blood coming from her stomach was pretty terrifying and gruesome, so Niylah started there; wiping the blood away and pressing bandages against the wounds. “I lay ick” – Ai laik, “Jana kom tree crew.” As she worked, she looked up at Gena’s eyes. “Say it.”
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Post by amber4 on Mar 8, 2016 19:18:33 GMT
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The cry of pain was enough to make Niylah cringe with guilt. She was prepared for gunfire, but he didn’t make any move to attack her. When she heard the blade drop, she knew that he was done for. A reasonable woman would have stayed hidden behind the counter and let him bleed out, but Niylah was no murderer. The fact that he didn’t fight back was the reason she found herself rummaging for a cure and bandages instead of a weapon. He still had the gun, which she could see in a mirror on the ceiling—but he wasn’t holding it. If she wasn’t so terrified to touch it she would have made it her priority to move it. Slowly, with the bandages in her hand she moved out from behind the counter. She was shaking softly, but it was to be expected...
She kept her hands up; a vial in one with the cloth in the other. She didn’t know much of the enemy’s tongue but she tried. “You help—“ she said slowly, not sure how to say what she was thinking... “Sis—“ she moved to her knees and slid closer to him, holding out the vial for him to take. “Fis yu op—“ She made a movement as though she were drinking the cure before offering it to him again. He was still more than an arms reach away... but that was because she wasn’t sure if he would pull out the gun. “This one—is..moba.” she didn’t know how to apologize in words he could understand...
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Post by amber4 on Mar 7, 2016 4:11:34 GMT
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Niylah smiled lightly though the gentle tease fell flat—but her answer to Polis made Niylah raise her brows with genuine confusion. Her; Heda Lexa—the one who abandoned Clarke and her people in the mountain to fend for themselves without the twelve clans and their armies. Even Niylah held a certain amount of resentment for the weakness the commander showed, but she hadn’t thought of it. She could only think of the market stalls and the music… such beautiful music could be played in the streets at dusk. It was truly a gorgeous place… she couldn’t wait to show Clarke. Commander’s died young… and the end of her reign may mean the beginning of a better Polis.
Then she mentioned Arkadia… Niylah was a little worried and it showed when she brought up the Skaikru base. As she walked into the house and spared a glance back at Clarke, she decided to voice her concerns. “I would love to trade with them,” she began slowly as she looked at the counter where she looked for something to prepare a quick meal. “I hate the idea of you going alone; but I don’t know if you can be sure they would trust me.” She was after all a ‘grounder’. Such an odd term. She preferred Trikru—but their people had so many reasons to fear one another. “Do you miss them?” she asked gently, curious as to her reasons for wanting to return. Niylah had no family she missed besides her mother… She couldn’t imagine how Clarke felt with her mother still alive and waiting. She asked this question as she looked through the pantries and pulled out some carrots, a couple of potatoes and some salted beef.
“I can make us some stew,” she offered with a small smile. “We haven’t had a well cooked meal in a while—everything’s been so busy.”
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She hadn’t noticed through one of the contractions, but her water had broken minutes ago—and while Bellamy carried her to the bed she couldn’t help the state of panic she felt. It was too soon for this… but his questions snapped her out of it momentarily. “—I don’t know—a few minutes,” she gasped as she shifted so that he could move the pillow behind her. Her breathing was sped as she held her hand on her stomach, feeling the movement and knowing that this was it. It was so soon… Carefully, she reached down to help him remove the weak woven material of her pants, but even that movement seemed to make her twinge in pain. “Bellamy—I can’t—this is too soon,” she whimpered, downright terrified. It was strange thinking of the invisible baby boy suddenly becoming real… So soon. Too soon…
“Agh—“ she gasped and curled in on herself slightly, fists clenching as she grabbed the covers. Her eyes were wide, not knowing how Bellamy was able to remain so calm, like he knew what to do. She trusted him completely, of course… but most men, even those of her clan would shy away from such things. They were supportive but even the pain was enough to make them uncomfortable. Bellamy had a healer’s spirit—the way he worked despite the chaos. Even her mind was chaotic with fear… the pain was immense… It clouded so much.
“Bellamy… I don’t think I can do this—“ she gasped and mewled as everything seemed to tighten and twist once again. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the covers… “I don’t know how to do this,” she knew the basics. Push, breathe… but she had no mother to learn from. Suddenly this all seemed to be too much. She saw nothing over her stomach as she moved her legs to give Bellamy more space—but she could feel the baby coming. She could feel it move—but instead of soft pressure it was agony. They were not in their own home, so she did her best to muffle the sounds—but her eyes were still wide and on Bellamy, not knowing what to do.
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His words… She understood axe, but the rest was lost and she didn’t know what to do. His finger was on the trigger; he was ready to shoot her and if she didn’t do something quick he probably would. Niylah wasn’t going to die here. Not like this… The worst part was she didn’t want a war between the two clans to begin with, but he didn’t seem like he shared the sentiment. Slowly, she took a step back and carefully set the axe on the floor, assuming it was what he wanted. She needed his guard down, but judging by his expression and the way he held the mountain man weapon, he wasn’t going to simply back down. They kidnapped one of the warriors from the Trikru village and tortured him before he escaped. What would he do to her? Her eyes were wide and feral, but she played along for a moment.
She saw his finger as it tensed and for a moment she thought he would execute her… Unarmed and vulnerable—but every one of her clan knew how to fight, and she had more than an axe to fight with. As fast as her arm could move, she had a dagger in her hand. It was laced with a potent poison and small enough that she could maneuver it with ease. He wasn’t far. The small space didn’t allow it. In the same second that she had it in her hand she threw it—hard and true as she aimed for his chest. Whether or not she hit her mark, she wasn’t sure because she had already rolled behind the counter for cover where she was quickly trying to find another weapon as she listened for him.
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