#thegroundrpgstarter

[morgianakraukulis-blog]

Morgiana walked aimlessly around Camp Phoenix, absorbed in her thoughts. She walked oblivious to the world, going wherever her feet took her. Her path took her past the border of the camp and out into the forest. Suddenly her face was kissing the grass and she was snatched back to reality. As she sat up she cursed herself. She had stumbled on a roof. A root. Seriously?! She laughed internally as she got up and brushed the dirt from her clothes and face. She shook her head and walked on. The shadows of the trees grew deeper, at some places almost completely blocking out the sun.She shivered a bit. It felt like the temperature had suddenly dropped. She started walking faster to keep warm and after a little while the trees and bushes thinned around her. A couple minutes more and she came to a clearing.For a little while she just looked around, enjoying the sun on her skin and the scent of flowers in the air. Then, as she looked closer she noticed the unevenness in the grass. Most of it were high and easily covered half of her calves, but in some places it barely reached her ankles. Of course! She cursed herself for not having noticed earlier. It was a graveyard. THEIR graveyard, to be precise. She hadn’t realized that she had walked this far. Now she thought about it, it had been far too long since she had last been here. She looked around. They used to come from another direction when they were paying respect to the dead as a group, so it took her a while to figure out where her friends’s graves were. When she found them she walked back to the flowers and collected enough to make two bouquets. She placed one at each of their graves while she furiously tried to blink away her tears. Suddenly she felt a chill running down her spine. It felt like someone - or something! - was watching her. She took a deep breath and slowly, carefully turned around, all senses alert.     

[warriorveined-archive]

Face down in the dirt, the Commander lay unconscious. Her dark hair was matted with a mixture of sweat and blood, a myriad of wounds littering her skin, all of them ranging in severity. It had been the deep wound on her shoulder that had caused her to black out. If she hadn’t used her last bit of strength to escape, she would be dead right now. If someone didn’t discover her soon, it wouldn’t matter that she’d gotten away. She would die from blood loss.

Lexa never dealt well with despair. She was known to wallow in her misery and this was worse somehow, because it was her own fault. She had broken her own heart when she pushed Anya away and even though she knew it was the right thing to do, it didn’t mean that it hurt any less. In fact that made it hurt more. She had to get away, needing an outlet for her pain and finding one. The Reapers had been a problem that had plagued them for years. They had grown smaller in number but were still very much an issue. One that Anya had once suggested they eradicate for good.

In an effort to do something, anything, she recklessly wandered into the hornet’s nest. If Lexa had been thinking clearly she would’ve realized it was practically suicide going up against the Reapers on her own. The numbers were against her despite how skilled of a fighter she was. It didn’t take long for them to get the jump on her.

Now she lay there, unmoving, dependent on the help of another to survive when she believed she had nothing left to live for.

[devenabell]

“You know, you could help if you wanted. Instead of just sitting there.”

[cyrisnox]

“Shit!”

[trikruanya]

Scowling fiercely, Anya limped her way into camp, the pain beyond even her ability to mask, making her mood much worse than it was already.  Bandages stood out starkly against her dark clothing nearly the entire length of her thigh and wrapped around her upper torso beneath her armor, where she’d managed to get some poultice on the wounds before wrapping them up in the clean cloth, even a deep gash was still sluggishly bleeding across her cheekbone.  The entire situation had soured her mood immensely, starting with the self-inflicted emotional pain of her latest encounter with Lexa, to the storm that had set in before she could get an adequate shelter, to the ambush by reapers, and now the viciously throbbing wounds as a result.  

Not to mention, there wasn’t really much to report, since nothing had occurred.  But she was here for an update before slipping away to lick her wounds in peace.

[trikruanya]

Tucking her arms under her head, Anya lay lazily along a branch, foot hanging down in the empty space beneath her as she stared up at the sky.  She’d slipped away from camp early that morning for some time to herself, in the quiet of the woods.  She was high enough that the lowest point of her hanging foot wouldn’t come close to brushing a tall man’s head, even if he were horseback.  

“Did you need something, or are you merely here to bother me?”

[ailaiknut-splita-blog]

Food. They were going to get food. A nice, big, succulent critter they could sink their teeth into. They were going to get meat for the first time in forever. This was what Newt’s first thoughts were seeing a cute, furry bunny hop across their path up ahead. Newt patted down their frame, hand only bumping the machete they kept. Not exactly the best for bunny catching, but they were desperate. 

“Come here you little bastard...” they muttered under their breath, dropping to a crouch as they tried to quietly follow after it, just to see--

“Oi! That was mine!”

[devenabell]

“What did you say?”