NOU AZEN ENIMOU

ind. priv. sel. azgeda oc from the 100.

[coldofflesh]

          my heart aches for what could’ve been

[emiliaaclarke]

And here’s his crow wife guarding him.

[azkeyva-blog]

am i? actually back? maybe !

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do u accept m!as

                no, i don’t, sorry!

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                            @kiingbuilt

                she didn’t mean to be gone for so long. it had been months since they solved the problem of the next praimfaya, and after that, she needed time away. it hurt to be away from roan, but her stomach churned every time she thought of being in a room with him again. her lips press together as she walks into the palace, eyes scanning the walls she knew as home.

                keivo sneaks into the throne room, a crowd of people, both noble and ignoble alike, were gathered in the room, all eyes fixed on the king. the crown looked good on him. his voice fills the room and she lets out the quietest of sighs. after a while, the room empties, people leaving to return to their lives after his announcements, and in a few minutes, only guards and keivo are left.

                her eyes are fixed on him, moving forward slowly and carefully. he’s looking down for a moment, likely thinking about the future, as he too often does. she clears her throat, brows raised slightly. “ai haihefa,” she says, voice shaking only a little.

[azkeyva-blog]

                starter call to get things goin again!

[emiliaaclarke]

You won’t love him so much when you find out what he really is.

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kiingbuilt replied to your post:                 guess who’s back back back        ...

eeey

everyone blame and/or thank lenee for this

[otoxin]

You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t’ be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t’ kneel.

[azkeyva-blog]

                guess who’s back back back                 back again gain gain                 smam is back back back                 tell a friend

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unasscming:

          she says nothing as the other girl ask about her clothes, instead she simply stares. surely the woman couldn’t be DAFT enough to believe verity would accept anything given in ‘kindness’ not after what she had went through. assumptions could be made simply by her appearence and although she hated it she would rather those assumptions than taking what azgeda offered. “no, i do not.” the words are sharp as the woman states the obvious as her gaze moves away from her, her eyes hardening. “why would i? anything i took i would be expected to repay.” brown eyes are suspicous as she arches a brow in question. “a ‘prominent’ family?” she was sure there was those that were wealthier than others down here on the ground, but money seemed to have no meaning here. taking the coat in filthy hands that stand out against the fur she hesitates. she’s cold, she’s been cold ever since landing, and so she puts it own, the fur rubbing against her grimy cheek as she pulls it close. “go? go where?” her laughter is a harsh bark as she looks to the chief. “have i been sold then?” 

                a single brow cocks as she questions her background. “yes. my family are hunters, fishers, leatherworkers, blacksmiths -- we provide for the town of wipeg and they take care of us in return,” she says, shrugging faintly. the way her home is organised is very different than the rest of azgeda, a difference that becomes obvious when she visits elsewhere in her country. “we take care of each other up north.”                 at the mention of her being sold, her lips begin to curl. “sold? no. the king sent me to get you to prevent such a thing. besides, we northerners don’t believe in buying people,” she tells her, her nostrils flaring in anger, knowing full well that if she does not get verity out of her by tonight, the easterners will sell her without a second thought.

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                strawberry smam. notice!! will be putting all threads not in the dtdbg verse on hiatus for now. i just dont have a lot of canon muse for keivo at the moment, im sorry.

[roselesliesource]

“I learnt a tough lesson a couple of years ago when I saw some nasty comments. You go down a negative spiral so after that I just thought, “I’m done with Googling myself.””

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kiingbuilt:

        He relaxes with her in his arms, that little SMIRK remaining plastered upon his face when she speaks. “ I know ya’ know. ” he chuckles, hand shifting so his fingers tangle in her hair a little. He always did love her FIERY red locks, such a perfect VISUAL of who she is. “ Fair enough. ” he hums “ those girls seem to handle theirs most of the time anyway, but when it goes to hell - I swear it’s REALLY goes to hell. They sure know how to stir up trouble. ” 

                “Much as I love a good shit talkin’,” she says, “they are new to the game. I mean, new to the stuff we do, anyways,” Caomihe says and laughs lightly, melting into him. “Please tell me we’re gonna watch a movie or somethin’. I’m damn tired, Ro.”

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unasscmingarchive:

               dark eyes look up as the red haired woman speaks, she is curled into a ball in the corner of the cabin, not trusting this chief that had promised he would introduce her to someone that could keep her safe from both azgeda and her people. unfurling long slim legs that shine pale in the candlelight she looks towards the chief before looking back at her. “ verity.” the word is rough from long disuse of her throat as she stands, her clothes hanging on a frame that is malnourished and covered in bruises that cannot be concealed under the rags she is wearing. she had refused the clothes they’d given her, she did NOT want to owe them anything. quick eyes dart between the two azgedians before she straightens her shoulders, her bearing that of a queen as she offers a weak smile. she has been playing her PART in this charade, even if it had not gone the way she WANTED it too; a theme she supposed now that she was on the GROUND. “  nice to meet you kevio.  “

                she sees the way verity’s body is bruised and broken, the way her clothes are ripped and now ill-fitting. “did he not give you clothes?” she asked, a harshness in her voice as her head turns back towards the door. keivo’s eyes slowly drift back towards the skaikru girl, a kindness in her eyes that clashes against the anger in her words. “you don’t want to owe anyone anything, right? that’s something i’ve noticed skaikru and azgeda share in common.                 “i’m from a prominent family up north. when we give, we do not expect anything in return.” she takes off her fur coat, made of the finest white fur, a sign of nobility among azgeda. “wear this and no one will question you. they won’t have the guts to.” the smallest of smirks pulls at keivo’s lips. “now let’s get you out of here. the east isn’t bad, but it’s boring. let’s go.”

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hedatombom:

“It can get you lost easily, I think I would get lost myself,” she admits lightly, gives the warrior a small smile. “I’ve lived my whole life in Polis, really. My mother and father are from Trikru, I sometimes visited my mother’s parents in a small village, the east parts of the land. But otherwise Polis is all I really know.” She shakes her head, looks around in the dark cell. “Just imagine my shock when I ended up here, always so cold unlike there.”

                “If you wanted real cold, you’d need to go north,” she says, laughing quietly to herself. “Where I’m from, this is the south. It’s warm compared to Wipeg,” she tells the girl, eyes drifting to a wall of the prison. “I’ve only been in Polis once before, and it’s much warmer than I’m used to. I’d rather be cold.”

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stainedbloodline:

                         truthfully,    emori was  B U L L S H I T T I N G  her way through this.     she had a basic knowledge of how to stitch up a would   —    the years she spent in jail   &    her time with the club had a hand in it,    but she couldn’t do much past the simplest techniques.     by then,    she was usually calling clarke or costia at this point.     ❝  ice.  ❞     word is repeated back to her,     followed by a nod.       ❝  i’ll get the ice,    just   —    keep pressure on it.  ❞      emori continued,    standing up as she spoke,    attempting to keep up the facade that she knew what she was doing.      a run through the kitchen has shaking hands tossing ice in to a ziplock bag,      trying to make her way back to the bathroom before caoimhe picks up on the fact that she has no idea what to do.     ❝  try to  .  .   .     sit still.  ❞      her voice is quiet but firm,     pressing the ice pack against the wound.    

                her mother would say it’s the irish fighting spirit in her that makes caoimhe laugh slightly as emori fumbles about; her father would say it’s the erikssen stubbornness that’s giving her an edge in this situation. caoimhe’s hand holds the compress tightly against her skin, her eyes closing for a moment while emori grabs the ice. open your eyes, a voice whispers in the back of her head. you’re losing too much blood and need to stay awake. she realises the voice of her uncle is pleading with her, so she forces her eyes open, and when she does, emori is in front of her again, pressing ice pack on the skin.                 caoimhe can’t help the way she recoils from the cold; it’s as involuntary as the quiet w h i m p e r that falls from her lips. “no,” she says, choking back a cry of pain. “no ziploc bag. take the ice and put it against the wound. it’s gonna sting like a bitch, but it’ll be better,” she says, letting her head fall back. “don’t y’all have a doctor or some shit? the griffin girl?”