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Post by amber4 on Feb 26, 2016 3:39:51 GMT
   Blood and Honor PART I
One night changed everything. The bitter cold nearly killed Bellamy Blake and Niylah did everything she could to save him. Chemistry brought them closer and one thing led to another- by the end of the night Niylah had to rush to get Bellamy home before her father tore him apart. At that time, Skaikru and Trikru had come to a truce-- a ceasefire. So much has changed since then, though. Chancellor Pike has been elected, hundreds of people, Niylah's people have been killed at the hands of his army, whether Bellamy wanted it to happen or not. Tensions are high, and with Heda refusing to fight back as an act of peace, Pike has been pushing forward and claiming land for his own. In the months that followed, Niylah discovered that she was carrying Bellamy's child.
She had stayed away from Arkadia and Bellamy stayed away from her, but as time went by hiding her state became impossible, and her father forced her out of the post. The idea of her carrying a Skaikru child was sickening, but she refused to harm the unborn child in any way. Stupidly, Niylah has gone to Arkadia to find Bellamy-- but in doing so has caused even more problems. Desperation causes people to do so many things they never thought they would.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 26, 2016 0:49:24 GMT
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Niylah nodded in understanding as she looked over the meat and dry bread she’d put together in the basket. She set the small bottles down and looked under her counter for more supplies. The whole trade shack was covered from top to bottom with oddities and survival supplies—some were mixed together. She came back with a long and tightly wound rope which was rolled up and tied into a loop. “This is strong—good for building shelter,” she said as she offered it to the girl before moving to the shelves of weapons near the back. Some were clearly made for a warriors strength, but Wanheda, despite her kills did not seem to want a warriors pack. Instead, Niylah found a small but deadly sharp dagger and brought it over to the counter. She set that down as well.
The sky person was very well versed... Niylah would not have expected that. It was clear she was in hiding with her dyed hair and her rough clothing. With good reason—Azgeda was looking for her. She had them in the shop every day of the week looking for ‘new faces’. She said nothing, and would continue to say nothing... It wasn’t her place as it was. She was just a trader.
“This knife is sharp—be careful with it.” She set it in the basket of supplies and pushed it towards her. “Wolves fur, enough meat to last you for a week, the rope, the knife and some bread. That is what I am willing to trade for the herbs and the panther. If you come back with more—I’ll have a basket like this waiting for you, but make sure you keep enough of your medicines for yourself as well... You’ll need them to survive on your own especially if you’re taking down those beasts.”
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Post by amber4 on Feb 26, 2016 0:37:09 GMT
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Niylah stiffened as he pulled himself up onto the horse. She didn’t move so that he could have a chance to adjust before her hand moved to lightly cover the wound as a way to soothe him. Blindly, she didn’t realize his hand was already there. “No more trips in the snow, Bellamy...” she said slowly before letting her hand move back to Rose’s reins. She shifted forward to give Bellamy more room as his hand moved to her waist. With a grin she moved the hand so that his arm was around her for more support before she squeezed her thighs to make Rose move out the stable door and into the deep snow. She didn’t have a problem with the terrain unless she had a cart to draw.
“No,” she laughed a little—blushing when he kissed the side of her head. It was such a small action but it made her stomach flutter almost uncomfortably. She would have never pegged herself for the kind of woman who would enjoy little romantic interactions but she did... It made her cheeks warm against the cold. “Oh yes... He liked you a lot. That’s how he treats his very best friends,” she answered with a playful eye roll before giving Rose a light kick to bring her to a canter. She wouldn’t ride hard with Bellamy in the state he was in.
The wind howling against her ears made talking just a little too difficult as she headed south towards the camp. Eventually she moved one hand to rest on his arm lightly, once she found a comfortable pace. “Can I bring you to the gates, or will that cause problems?” she asked as she slowed—the ride lasting just over a quarter of an hour... twenty minutes at most, but they were close—still hidden by the forest. “I don’t know... how your people would react to me.” She said lightly as she brought Rose to a halt and turned to look at Bellamy. “Your leg has to be sore though...”
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Post by amber4 on Feb 25, 2016 20:04:35 GMT
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Post by amber4 on Feb 25, 2016 3:55:16 GMT
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Bellamy was a strange man. Of course she had to be sorry for the way her father disrespected him. It was her blood, and he deliberately defied the truce and punched Bellamy. Whether he punched, kicked, stabbed or hurt him in any other way was irrelevant. He still defied their truce which meant that she had everything to be sorry for since she could have stopped it if she had been in the right position.
She tightened the saddle for a moment before Bellamy spoke. She frowned and turned to cup his face with a soft smile. “I’m going to take you as close as I can to Arkadia, then you’re going to go and get proper care from your healers.” Niylah grinned lightly and kissed him softly before pulling her roped bridal onto Rose and climbing up onto the saddle. Her eyes met his for a moment before she grinned and gestured for him to get on with her. “You might want to hurry though,” she teased playfully—despite the direness of the situation. “He’s kind of an ass and will probably keep the fight going if we don’t get out of here and give him some time to cool off.”
Riding in the snow had some risks, but walking to Arkadia in this cold would be worse when she could make the trip in a quarter of the time. “You just have to tell me if that leg starts giving you any trouble.” She did her best to offer support, knowing that climbing on the back of a horse was probably not the easiest task for him right now.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 25, 2016 2:30:46 GMT
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She kept her father against the wall and twisted his hand just enough to make him drop the knife so that it wouldn’t be a problem. Her eyes were on his; cold, stern and unwavering while she waited for Bellamy to gather his things. Then, slowly she backed away to grab her coat. “Don’t do anything stupid,” she said as she pulled her coat on. Finally she looked away as she followed Bellamy. She took his hand without apology to lead him out of the trading post where they were met with bitter wind and as much snow as you would expect after a night like they had. With her hand tight around Bellamy’s she let him back behind the trading post where a large wooden stable stood.
“Are you hurt?” she asked him when they were far enough away from the post. She opened the door to the stable and held the door for him. Her horse Rose was uneasy and rightfully so. It’d been a rough night. “Do you think you can ride?” she looked down at his injured leg with concern as she ran her hand along Rose’s back to sooth her before pulling her saddle off the rack.
Her heart was pounding—she was fearful. She didn’t want her father to turn around and decide he wasn’t done, but she was pretty sure that her outburst was enough to shock him long enough for them to make a clean getaway. That was as long as Bellamy was strong enough to hold on. The walk would take hours... besides she was curious about Arkadia as she had never been too close. "I'm so sorry..."
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Post by amber4 on Feb 25, 2016 1:47:32 GMT
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Niylah wasn’t sure if Bellamy’s words would help the situation or not. Her father bitterly accepted the ceasefire but that did not mean he accepted Skaikru. They were not his people, and to have his daughter—his own flesh and blood lay with one had to be infuriating. Niylah did not regret it. Not even for a moment, but there was no pride in her father’s eyes. She let her guard down for a second while Bellamy walked around her to get his boots. “Be proud that my daughter chose to lay with one of your kind?” he replied in a harsh voice. Perhaps it was obvious with the scattered sheets and clothing—but she didn’t think he would strike Bellamy. He took the chance to deliver a hard and downright cheap blow—punching Bellamy hard in the chest with his fist around his knife.
She let out a growl—a truly primal sound of anger as she forced her father back with her forearm. She shoved him against the wall. He was not a young man and he was easily overpowered, but she didn’t want to do it.
“Osir gouba ogonzaun in, Nontu.” She growled evenly, reminding him of the truce that Bellamy spoke of. “You strike him, you strike your own people—you disobey the commander. If it is tradition you are protecting, you’re representing our people poorly.” Niylah... wasn’t submissive, but she was also not the type of woman to fight in this way... Seeing him harm Bellamy triggered something almost feral. “Bellamy get your things,” she said after a moment of staring down the man. She held him in place, knowing that in this moment her father was anything but proud. She'd be damned if he hurt Bellamy more than he already was.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 25, 2016 0:53:33 GMT
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“Weron laik em?” – Where is he, her father asked which made confusion flicker across her features. There was no escape from that back room... did he hide? That made things... only temporarily better. They still had to sneak him out. She took one look at the room and immediately knew where he was. The chest was full of clothing and there were no places to hide among the chaos—the coat was gone which meant he was under the bed. Niylah stood frozen before shrugging a little.
“Em gone we,” she answered hesitantly with a small shrug. He went away... he’s gone—anything to make her father leave the room, but her tone made him suspicious. Her heart was pounding so loud... What would he do if he found him? By the way he looked over the room you could tell that he wasn’t convinced. There was a mess of furs and her own discarded clothing which embarrassed her to no end, but she stood silently until his eyes flashed to the bed. “Hod op,” she exclaimed as he went for the bed. She moved between them and held up her hands. “He was and is injured so don’t hurt him, alright? He was just passing through and I helped him. He gave me a knife—it was a trade like any other he just needed a place to stay.” He didn’t shove her aside with any intention to harm her- just to make her move before he grabbed the bed and lifted it before moving it to the side.
“Gon we o wan op.” He snarled with anger as he pulled out his knife and stalked towards him. Leave or die—but Niylah wasn’t going to let that happen. She moved between them again, this time reaching behind her to help Bellamy stand. She didn’t want any conflict.
“Stop—he didn’t do any harm. There is no need for violence. He’s hurt enough as it is.” Her tone was pleading as she stood between them. Slowly she glanced back at Bellamy and at his leg, wondering if he could even make the trip alone. “I’ll take him back to his camp and he won’t be a problem, alright?” Her father scoffed and glared at Bellamy for a long moment.
“You are lucky boy. If I see you here again I’ll skin you alive”--- “Daun ste pleni!” Niylah interrupted him with a growl, standing protectively now. He acted as if she was a child who needed protecting when in truth she was a grown woman... but she knew the fact that he was Skaikru did not help anything.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 24, 2016 23:26:33 GMT
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There couldn’t have been a worse time for Niylah’s father to open that door. It had been nearly frozen shut, thanks to the storm that had passed the night before. In the back room, Niylah was still curled up against Bellamy and very much naked under the furs. The sound of the door was a rude awakening as any and Niylah froze. She listened for a moment as her father kicked his boots free of snow and shook off his coat and in that short moment she was out from under the covers and yanking on her clothes which were haphazardly strewn across the floor. Bellamy’s torn shirt was far from hidden from view, and she could hear him pick it up. “Nontu!” she exclaimed, giving Bellamy a bit of a shove towards her basket of clothing. He’d be able to throw on the large fur coat on top of the cloth clothing.
Niylah was in a state of panic—since even if he were Trikru her father would still have a problem with this. Bellamy was very obviously not Trikru, and her father hardly had the best opinion of the Skaikru. She and her father were the most polar opposites, which made for intense conflicts. Her skin paled as she rounded the corner, leaving Bellamy in the room and watching as her father looked over the torn material. “What is this?” he asked with a frown—speaking of course in Trigedasleng. She scrambled to really find an answer.
“You’re home... Early—I thought you were headed to Polis.” She spoke in English, which her father still called Maunon tongue. She didn’t want Bellamy to be completely ignorant to the situation. “A Skaikru man was injured—I kept him sheltered so he wouldn’t freeze in the storm.” Please get dressed Bellamy. Please get dressed. Her father frowned deeply and his eyes narrowed before he stormed towards the small room. He was of course protective, but so help him if he was in his daughter’s bed—it didn’t matter if there was a cease fire.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 24, 2016 23:05:56 GMT
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Bellamy’s hands in her hair made her relax against the touch and roll so that she was facing him. Unconsciously, her arm moved to rest over his chest while he kissed her forehead. Nobody had ever been so soft and intimate with her... ever. She didn’t know what this felt like, but with ever kiss she inched closer once again. Niylah smiled when he called her beautiful and cupped his face with her hands. She kissed him once, softly for a quick moment before murmuring softly. “Yu laik ai meizen lukot,” she said before kissing his jaw. Each word was spoken in a whisper between kisses, trailing up to his ear. “You are my beautiful friend,” she purred before nuzzling close and tightening the blankets around them. The nightmare was so far gone... there was only this moment.
His heartbeat slowed and so did hers... but the inches melted away with every one of his touches. She curled up next to him now and rested her head on his chest while her fingers traced idle patterns along the curves of each muscle. She was tired... but this feeling was something to be savored. In the morning, he’d have to leave... He’d need to return to the Skaikru camp and that was okay, but she was scared she’d never get to see him again after that. Attachment was a bitch...
“Bellamy,” she murmured softly—purring his name as she looked up at him from her place against his chest. “I will see you again, won’t I?” the question was quiet and her eyes were filled with understanding as she prepared for the answer. It seemed silly, but this didn’t feel like something that only one night could contain. She couldn’t be the only one who felt the spark.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 24, 2016 3:58:36 GMT
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Niylah let out a groan of pleasure at the feeling of Bellamy’s finally thrust—working every inch of himself inside of her before reaching his peak. She pressed against him, enjoying the bliss of the moment and the feeling of his chest against hers. They were as close as two could ever really be and that moment never faded. As he laid back, she didn’t think he would take her with him. Intimacy wasn’t... non-existent when it came to her people, but she had never been held like this... She’d never been pressed so close against anyone’s chest or felt arms around her like this... she couldn’t help nuzzling into the crook of his neck and staying right there, pressed against him... There was nothing like it—and she couldn’t bring herself to break away.
She kissed his shoulder, his chest and when he kissed her it was intense... but soft and smoldering. Niylah relaxed against his chest, making no moves as she drew out the deep kiss. This was what it felt like to be truly close. The desperation was satisfied and now she just... needed to enjoy it. Even the wind seemed to calm as her heart slowed... Nothing could take this peaceful feeling away. She couldn’t even bring herself to come up with a playful remark... Instead she curled closer against him—as if it were possible. She reached up and ran her fingers softly through his hair while the other rested along his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she mumbled against his skin after minutes of silence. She didn’t mean for the sex, though she was certainly grateful for that—but she meant for this distraction... it felt like more than that now though—laying here against him. It felt real. She didn’t want to move... she did though, after what felt like ages... Though at the same time it felt like no time had passed at all. Slowly, she moved to the side, slipping off of him before momentarily looking for her shirt... things like this seemed too good to be true, but the moment she wasn’t touching him the room felt colder. She grabbed the blanket instead and pulled it up and over them before laying back down... she was barely inches away from him, but being used to the harshness that she was it was easy to assume that it was what he wanted. Her eyes flashed up to him a little nervously... not sure if he felt the same urges and needs that she did.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 23, 2016 23:31:07 GMT
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“In a way,” she said while the woman looked over what Niylah was offering her. She held her tongue; ready to tell her perhaps darkening her hair might do her good—but she sensed that wasn’t the only reason that she refused the thick pigment. Niylah slipped it back under the countertop and nodded lightly. “I’ll have the meat ready for you by sunset, if you’d like to return for it. My father is headed to Polis, so he isn’t due back for a while yet.” She watched as Wanheda turned to leave the post—but then she turned around and pulled out the herbs and healing supplies. Niylah, who was hardly a healer, looked closely at what Clarke held up. “Those sound like they would be of more use to you—since you know how to use them,” she began before arching a brow.
“I can trade them, of course—but that would mean I owe you more than what you have taken.” Instead of digging around, Niylah pressed her lips together. “I have some food already prepared—give me a moment.” The one who killed the buck she had already prepared was due back soon, so Niylah took some of their own share and put it in a medium sized box. Her father never paid attention to the trades and deals that Niylah made, so he wouldn’t notice. After Wanheda’s kill, they wouldn’t go hungry. She brought out the box of salted meat and a large bottle of clean and boiled water from their own supply and set it down.
Niylah smiled lightly at her and cocked her head. “Since you seem to be more interested in food, this should tide you over for a day or two while you wait for your kill. It would give me more time to prepare it for you... I still feel as if I owe you more though.” Her brow furrowed as she looked over the herbs. She could pass these off to a travelling healer easily. “Are you sure there is nothing else here that interests you? We have weapons as well...”
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Post by amber4 on Feb 23, 2016 22:52:25 GMT
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“I’m afraid it isn’t very funny,” Niylah said softly as she leaned against the shelf and watched as the warrior ran her finger along the edge of the blade. Of course it cut; clean and sharp as the eye of a needle. She may not be a blacksmith, but Niylah knew a thing or two about bringing old wares back to life. “What do I want for it? Depends—what have you got?” She sized up the woman, curious about what she held or hid under those furs. She could see her spear, but was a spear worth a battleaxe Niylah had spent hours repairing? Admittedly she had grown attached to her little projects and oddities. Behind the counter, a curious plastic duck stood watch—which was something Niylah never wanted to sell. It was a piece of the old world and quite frankly it kept her company.
Her projects did just that as well, so seeing the axe in the warriors hands made Niylah’s stomach twist. “I always find things to do. Boredom is inevitable, but we have many things to do here... Organizing, repairs, skinning... Really, it’s busy work. Not nearly exciting as the work of a warrior I would imagine.” Niylah approached slowly and examined the patron, from the fur on her shoulders to the point of her spear.
“I take it you probably don’t have much to trade...” she said, wrongfully assuming.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 23, 2016 4:45:23 GMT
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Once again Niylah’s face twisted with pleasure as his teeth closed sharply around the hardened bundle of nerves. Her back arched as she let out a small moan... By the gods she could honestly say that she had never been with anyone quite like this. Feeling him on every inch of her skin made her shiver and moan as her hips worked to keep up with his deep and rhythmic thrusts. Her muscles wound tighter and tighter—everything building steadily... Even her toes curled as her fingers tightened in his hair. She leaned back; giving him access to all of her while her hips rolled with his thrusts. She was lost in the feeling... It was a sea of pleasure and intensity and for a long moment she was stuck there; on the edge of ecstasy. She leaned in as her body tensed, curling in to rest her forehead against his shoulder, “sha,” she mumbled damn near incoherently.
Pleasure seemed to cloud everything... her grip on his hair and shoulder tightened, leaving dark marks where her nails dug tightly into his shoulder. Everything tightened, clenching at the brink of pleasure—and though she tried to hold it off; to feel just one more moment on the edge, his smoothing tongue, hands and thrusts triggered cataclysmic response. She struggled to work through it; tightening around him and shuddering against his hot chest—but she finally hit her peak. Despite her focus and efforts, her breathing hitched and she clung to him like an anchor through her climax. Her breathing was sped as the fire turned to hot coals and her skin tingled...
It didn’t take long for her hungry lips to find his neck once again, as breathless as she was. Her own stubbornness kept her upright with her arm around his neck for support. Perhaps it was the moment and the cloud of pleasure that gripped her thoughts but she couldn’t remember a time better than this.
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Post by amber4 on Feb 23, 2016 2:36:18 GMT
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Niylah’s soft chuckle when he asked had she been with a Skaikru was interrupted by a sharp, quick intake of breath as he sat up and pulled her hips down onto him. Her experience was primarily with women, so it took a moment for her to get used to the size of him. Her nails dug into the back of his shoulder and her free hand moved to knot tightly him his hair as she pressed tightly against him; letting out a moan of both pain and pleasure—the feeling catching her off guard. Her breathing was shattered as he teased her shoulder with his teeth but it didn’t take long got her body to catch up. Slowly at first, testing the waters, she moved her hips against him. With the grip on her hair she pulled his head back so that she could kiss and taste the sensitive skin she exposed.
Hungrily, she kissed and nipped at his neck as she pushed herself up onto her knees so that she could rock her hips forward; moving back and forth faster and faster as her grip tightened slightly in his hair. “You don’t waste time,” she breathed through a moan. Her face was twisted with pleasure and even desperation—somehow wanting to be closer when this was as close as they could be. It wasn’t enough. She kissed him hungrily now as her hips rolled wildly against him; lost in the feeling—the heat and the pleasure was overwhelming; euphoric.
As her lips travelled along his neck she –unintentionally- left deep red marks all the way down to his shoulder as her hips moved; frantic for more of him. Faster, deeper—she was hooked on him, desperate to feel him shudder with pleasure and hear him moan. The arousal he’d ignited burned hot—she kissed him as though he were oxygen, though it only fed her fire. Her excitement was clear in her frenzied movements and moans that escaped against his hot skin... It only seemed to grow.
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