Jus drein jus daun

Blood must always have blood. It is the one rule Heathcliff knows how to live by and there can not be enough blood to pay for what he had to see. "I feel my blood warming! I want to fight. I want to raid."

[warrior-heathcliff]

pypermarkham

Another nightmare. 

Pyper hadn’t had a nightmare since she’d been sick but now they’d returned, much to her dismay. She pushed her hands through her hair as she sat up, biting down on her nails in anxiety. She decided that nothing good was going to come out of sitting around, thinking of what she’d dreamed, so instead she stood and walked to the lake, taking a seat on the ground and looking up at the sky, watching the sunrise in silence as she fought away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

There was something oddly calming at hunting in the night. The silence left room for thoughts and Heathcliff was usually lucky enough to not run into someone. Unlike today. The lake was his last destination before returning to camp and of course there she had to be; a Sky Girl. Automatically his hand moved to his weapon, but dropped again when he noticed her bent posture. She wasn’t in for a fight or prepared for someone to jump at her, and for once he wasn’t in the mood to do so either. Quietly he lowered himself onto the ground, only a few feet away from her. His eyes were set on hers and a frown appeared on his face as soon as he saw the hint of upcoming tears. “You should set it on fire.” He said. Eyeing her for a moment he decided she was safe and he moved closer to the lake to clean blood off his hands and weapon. “Whatever ‘it’ is that hurts you. Burn it! Anger’s less painful than sadness.”

[warrior-heathcliff]

ailaiknut-splita:

“I get that a lot, just nod and pretend to understand what I’m saying, makes me so much more agreeable.” Now Newt took the time to slow their pace, checking out the scenery and more once they realised that no, said mister December of the tree folk swimsuit edition calender was not trying anything on. “Can’t argue with that.” They mumbled while something dawned on them, but before they could catch it, what he said clicked with them. “–Wait, no, actually you could. But hold that thought,” they ordered, holding a finger up. Something was familiar… 

‘When nature doesn’t act natural. The animals are fleeing.’

…

Newt slowly turned their head, glancing in all directions as they tried to listen. Nothing. They thought it had been disabled, it couldn’t be that, they created that, it wasn’t natural– They stilled, staring over Heathcliff’s shoulder. Newt wasn’t a tracker, they hadn’t been trained since birth or raised out here. They had a few months of guard training and their instinct, it seemed to be working. They were alive, weren’t they? Newt cocked their head, staring at it coming on fast. 

Acid fog.

Breathing out a half amused huff, they bolted in the other direction. 

Heathcliff raised his eyebrows slowly, when they finally seemed to understand that he was serious with his suspicion and more importantly right. He could see it in their eyes. They agreed. Heathcliff turned his head when Newt suddenly moved and as soon as his gaze reached the familiar fog he went into a sprint himself, not even wasting a though on blowing the horn to warn other Trikru. His own life came first. 

It was a reflex and logic that he followed the stranger. They had taken the direct way away from it, the safest way to run, the way all animals had taken. Heathcliff wasn’t sure if his ‘getaway friend’ actually had an idea where to run to, but he had been out alone with the fog enough to know the closest shelthers. When he caught up with Newt, he was a few metres left from them and with each of his steps it became more. Everyone who saw him now would notice he wasn’t running away anymore, he was running to something.

[warrior-heathcliff]

warrioroctxvia:

The sudden sound of a voice from above caused Octavia to stop in her tracks immediately, her eyes searching upwards for the source. If his thick Grounder accent didn’t give him away, his choice of position and his attire definitely did. Her expression relaxed somewhat as her lips pulled into something similar to a smirk. “Why don’t you come down here and show me how to walk like a predator?” she called to him, wondering if he understood that she was mocking him. 

Heathcliff’s brow furrowed at the realisation who the female in front of him was. She was the first to embrace the grounder culture. She was the first who mistakenly thought she could become one of them. “Okteivia.” He huffed. “Even if I wanted to people of yours will never be anything but the scum that fell from the sky - space debris.”

[warrior-heathcliff]

fighterkalia:

“Bravery isn’t the half of it, I think it’s pure stupidity. Then again I never have been one for thinking.” She shrugged as she watched the man eyeing her, she shuddered slightly, not used to the small amount of attention.

“What can I say? I’m a girl that enjoys a challenge.” Kalia grinned wildly as she took a step towards him, closing the space between them ever so slightly. 

Heathcliff raised an eyebrow. His eyes were clearly giving away the suspicion. Did she just call herself dumb? That was something new. No Trikru would ever announce their own stupidity unless it was for a trap. “One does not admit to the own weaknesses,” he said, not sure why he was teaching a Skaikru the better, “You tell them you don’t need more than you bare hands to kill.”

He smirked. “I’ve watched your people. Staying out of trouble seems to be the biggest challenge for you, which you’ve already failed multiple times while on earth.”

[warrior-heathcliff]

ailaiknut-splita:

Walk it off, just walk it off. Easy enough to say that, and walk it off they had been doing. For a couple of days now. Of course, this included numerous breaks to do normal things like sleep, ponder the meaning of life, scrounge up food, watch grass grow, sleep - all the finer things in life. Yet, said walking generally included Newt avoiding human contact for the time being. Most people either didn’t like them, threatened them, or were people Newt didn’t want to associate with.

But who could say no to that tall glass of water over there.

“Believe me, I’d love for a lot of things to happen, but wrong generally isn’t the definition I’d use to describe them.” Newt casually commented as they strode toward him, far too distracted to take in any clues from the surroundings. They did a brief mental check, probably tree folk. Excellent. “So what’s got you all riled up? You see that rabbit with the triple dick too? Mutations man, I’m tellin’ you.”

A huff of annoyance left Heathcliff’s lungs. Did they think a Trikru like him would actually bother to speak instead of fight for the sake of a new warrior mark, if it wasn’t of importance? He could’ve just as good left them behind, investigate further on the possible danger and save himself long before they’d have noticed.

    “You’re speaking nonesense,” Heathcliff decided eventually, and he meant all of what they said. All signs showed that something wasn’t the usual. If not now, when would they ever get to call the inevitable future ‘wrong’? Worrying even, and such thought coming from a warrior like him should be scaring in itself. “Mutations do not bother a Trikru. We kill them, make sure their kind does not breed. No matter how many genitals they’ve to do so.”

Heathcliff turned his gaze back into the forest. “It bothers us, when nature doesn’t act natural. The animals are fleeing.“

[warrior-heathcliff]

ailaiknut-splita

Unlike the Skaikru, Mounde and even some of the Trikru, Heathcliff knew the forest like he knew the back of his hand and it didn’t take him long to realise something was off today. The wildlife was acting strange. The few animals he had spotted were alarmed by something other than him. What could be worse than a human with a weapon to them?

Heathcliff kneeled on the ground, touching the dirt underneath him. Yet again he had found animalistic foot prints. Yet again they were pointing in the same direction. It almost seemed like the animals were fleeing from something.

Reflexively, the Trikru drew his weapon as he heard a noise behind him. His eyes moved quickly through the woods, before settling on the person. Even if they had been stumping through the forest, they wouldn’t have scared everything alive away. 

    “Something’s wrong.” Heathcliff said. “Something’s going to happen.”

[warrior-heathcliff]

fighterkalia:

Kalia couldn’t help but roll her hazel hues at a gruff voice, a grounder most likely. Her hand settled on the knife that was hilted at her side as she climbed over a fallen log and approached the man.

“Settle down big guy, I’m hunting. Same as you. If you have a problem with me then kindly piss off.” She said simply. She didn’t have time for pleasantries. If he wanted to kill her then she would put up one hell of a fight, though she stood her ground as she glared at the bigger male.

Heathcliff lowered himself from the trees, landing surprisingly quietly for a man of his size on the ground. Slowly he let his eyes run over the female. It was a Sky Person, which needless to say was a pity.

     “You’re braver than the other Skaikru or did they not allow you one of your pathetic weapons?” He asked, not bothering about her words. It seemed like everyone else would immediately point their guns at whoever was walking through the woods. “You’re making your life difficult if you hunt only with a knife.”

[warrior-heathcliff]

trikru-leroy:

Leroy was well beyond the bounds of Triku camp. Not that it was horribly abnormal, but he’d left his bow behind. In the end, all it did was slow him down when it came to moving quickly and quietly on the ground. Perched in a tree, he watched wildlife crawl below, some normal, others displaying bizarre features. His favorite yest still had to be a deer with a fifth leg that flopped just ahead of one of its back ones. He chuckled at the memory as he lowered himself from the trees to land softly on the leaf-laden ground. Dense foliage made it easy to walk quietly, but there were some things that many people in camp Triku had learned that just became second-hand to hunters. A little ways along in his walk and he slowed his pace. It was that sixth sense that made the hair on his neck and arms stand up. The feeling he was being watched.

Heathcliff had only just returned back to camp, dropped the bag he had caught today and shared few words with one of the other Trikru, when he turned on his heels again. They had told him Leroy had not yet returned to camp and it didn’t take more than that for Heathcliff to decide he was following his friend. He had been forced to interact with too many people he disliked lately. He couldn’t be bothered to stay in camp, skin the animals he caught and wait for someone who’s company he could enjoy to return. So instead, he tracked him down. Truthfully, the main reason why he was capable of finding the fellow warrior was because he knew what he had to look out for. Too many missions had been accomplished together and too many spontanous trips had been taken. It was virtually impossible to fail tracing someone you knew as well as Heathcliff had come to know Leroy over the last year. For a while they moved through the woods with what seemed like no destination. Heathcliff was always behind him and yet not close enough that noises would give him away. He was curious what Leroy wanted to do and when he’d realise he was being followed. When he came to a final stop, an amused smile tugged on Heathcliff’s lips. 

    "It has taken you a lot longer than I expected.” Heathcliff said as he moved into one of the closer tree crowns, which would give away his position. “Are you trying to stare the wildlife into surrender?”

[warrior-heathcliff]

wandererjohnmurphy:

The rocky outcrop was cool underneath the nest of blankets Murphy had swaddled himself in. The sun was rising, and with it’s warmth it brought light. The sky glowed orange, blue bleeding in around the edges, and yet the sudden increase in the intensity of the light did not wake Murphy. He slept on, snoring softly as the sunlight landed on his face, and the blankets he was drowning in.

Until his lips started to twist, and his brows furrowed deeply. He groaned, but there was no way it could be mistaken for any sort of sexual noise. Minutes passed, and by now he was starting to scream, and it echoed loudly through the forest. Birds flapped away and his motions stilled, but Murphy continued to blink as he struggled to breathe,, to take in enough air. Sweat was gathering around his temples despite the cold, and his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. He screwed his eyes shut, rubbing uselessly at his eyes as tears slowly slid down his face, pointedly looking away from what he realised what not some really fucking weird tree, but a person. 

“Please just-” His voice was rough from sleep, and cracked embarrassingly as he spoke. “-fuck off.”

The rustling of leafs and every once in a while a dry branch cracking under the weight of a Trikru was everything you could hear. The group followed Heathcliff silently, always watching the world around them carefully to not miss any signs of someone being around, a sudden attack or something odd in the forest. Yet they all missed it. Everyone but Heathcliff.

Silently he lifted his hand in a gesture which commanded everyone to stop moving. He knew he had heard something and when silence fell over the forest he knew he was right. Someone was close to them. Only one person. Possibly injured. Definitely not on his feet and up for a fight. It would be useless for everyone to follow the noise and if it wasn’t for the odd familiarity with the sound, Heathcliff would’ve sent one of his minions. He knew the voice though. It had sounded just as pathetic last time he had heard it.

     “Dison laik ain.” He announced and already moved through the tree crowns to go wherever the screams would lead him. His right-hand man naturally took his place, now being the one in charge until Heathcliff would return. 

When he found Murphy, Heathcliff stood still for a good moment. His eyes were roaming the sleeping place, before settling on the familiar face. A vicious smirk started growing on his lips at the sight of the tears. “You’re still weak, Skaikru. Do they not have real men where you’re coming from?”

[warrior-heathcliff]

Heathcliff’s head tilted to the side as his eyes followed the person below him. The skin on his shoulder was itching as though it tried to remind him that whoever the person was could be the next mark on his skin, a new addition to the many men whose only leftovers were the scars on his shoulder.

They were alone. Despite his actual plan to go for a hunt, Heathcliff had been watching them for a while now. He only didn’t have the chance to look at their face yet and it was the one thing that kept him from attacking. It could be everyone and Heathcliff was subjected to certain restrictions when it came to fights. Unfortunately.

Weighing his hunting weapon - a throwing spear - in his hand, Heathcliff raised his voice: “If you walk around like prey, you might be treated like such.”