(open)Don't let them catch you...

[ashton]

One does crazy things when they're on the brink of starvation. It was probably what fueled Ashton to walk to the fence, so close his fingers almost touched it. He wasn't worried, he didn't hear buzzing in the fence to signal any electrical current, so he wasn't worried. He felt himself shaking at the anticipation of touching the iron of the fence. To have a taste of freedom beyond the peacekeepers constantly watching his EVERY move.

It was a rush to him.

He gripped down onto the wire, feeling it cut into the soft flesh of his hands before he ducked under and stood there. On the other side of the fence...

Ashton felt his heart thump hard against chest. He'd OFFICIALLY broken one of the laws. But...part of it felt right! He took a few steps, before breaking off into a full fledged run into the forest. "Freedom! Sweet freedom!" He thought to himself, smiling as tears fell from his eyes. For a moment, he was free. Free to run, to smile, to do whatever he wanted. Sure, his limbs were in pain from the bruises and cuts on them, but it was worth it.

Eventually, he had to stop as he fell into soft, green grass. He took in a deep breath as the air filled him, the smell of vegetation filling him.

He just hoped he didn't get caught.

[Kristal 4_2]

o χρυσαετός
the sky belongs to no one
the sky was made for free
the sky belongs to everyone
the sky was made for me

Image credits: link (original image), link (edited image)

A Long Way From Home

run run run as fast as you can

Twelve was about as far from Ten as the forest was from the ocean. At least, it seemed that way to the little mud-encrusted girl as she made her way cautiously through the woods. These trees were the kin of the trees of her home, but they were not her trees, somehow. There was a slight blackish tinge to the ground here, too; coal dust, perhaps, from Twelve's mines. Whatever the case, she didn't like it.

stay away stay away go away no...

Scythe ruffled his feathers, not pleased with the change of surroundings. He shifted slightly on the furry pad on her shoulder, eyeing everything with unease. Aki reached up to feed him a morsel of the dead rat she'd brought along. She cooed softly to him, making small soothing noises she'd learnt from the birds. Her golden eagle ally settled back down, and she ran on.

follow now follow others go follow

The birds had brought her here. She'd been following them for nearly a month now; being unable to fly, Aki had had to take several detours around the less pleasant bits of landscape. She didn't even know if she'd make it back to her forest (she thought of the woods beyond Ten's fence as her own, hers and hers only). She couldn't even remember how she'd gotten here, or what had happened in her past. All she could think of was now, because that was all that mattered. The birds were all that mattered. And she had to follow the birds.

INTRUDER INTRUDER INTRUDER

Senses going into overdrive at the warning of the voices, Aki scanned the immediate area. Not far away, there lay a boy of about the same height, size and age as her. He was probably from Twelve; he didn't look like he'd been living out beyond the fences. Aki figured she could take him in a fight. If things got messy, Scythe would step in. There was no way they'd lose. But first, she'd have to try reasoning with the boy, much as she disliked conversation. The woods were not meant for those who did not know its ways.

caution caution must caution

Slipping quietly from tree to tree, Aki paused behind an oak within a arm's length of the boy. She scaled it for good measure; you could never tell what might happen. Only then did she call out in a very hoarse whisper, "Who are you?"

birds; the birds; follow; birds

OOC: Hi! *waves* Aki's bio is here if you want it. She is one seriously screwed up kid. XD

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the golden eagle
akilina chrysó | fourteen | wanderer
i am aki | i act either four or forty | i belong to nowhere
she is the golden eagle | she is young but old | she was once from ten
it is vermin | it knows too much for its years | it is theirs

[ashton]

"Who are you?"

The words and the voice shocked him, causing him to jolt up and stare at the girl. She looked too young to be a peacekeeper, but looks could be deceiving. But...what if she ratted him out to someone? Ashton had never seen her, and she wasn't from 12. So she was probably a wanderer. He didn't want to take the chance though. He immediately got up, and backed away slowly, shaking.

He continued backing away from her. "S-Stay back!" he stuttered, shaking the whole time. No. No. No. No. No. No. Someone was not supposed to be out here with him. He was alone. This was his chance at a taste of freedom. He didn't want to go back, but if he had to, he would.

[Kristal 4_2]

o χρυσαετός
the sky belongs to no one
the sky was made for free
the sky belongs to everyone
the sky was made for me

Image credits: link (original image), link (edited image)

Keep Moving On

prey eating predator

"Stay back!"

As the boy stumbled backwards, Aki dropped calmly out of the tree. "I won't bite, if that's what you're worried about." Remembering Scythe, she added, "He won't, either. Not unless you ask for it."

the world does not make sense

She shrugged, not quite knowing what to do next. There was no point in being tense; the boy seemed harmless enough. At any rate, she doubted there were Peacekeepers that young in Twelve. Whatever the case, she was curious, and curiosity was something she simply couldn't ignore. "Allies?" It wasn't ideal and she wasn't sure if he'd agree, but, what the heck, it was better than being lost and alone and hungry, like she'd been for... hours? Days? Weeks? Time, to Aki, was fluid.

unwise; stay. away.

the golden eagle
akilina chrysó | fourteen | wanderer
i am aki | i act either four or forty | i belong to nowhere
she is the golden eagle | she is young but old | she was once from ten
it is vermin | it knows too much for its years | it is theirs[/left]

[MeganMay™ (9/3-9/5)]

Down by the bank,
Where the river grass grows.
You can see me wandering,
Where ever I go!

Art Koplin

FFAA77=Does
6600CC=Hears
FF4444=Says
33FFAA=Thinks

Art was wandering around her forest. It was a long time since she saw her brother. They both agreed to meet right where she was standing, however there was no sight of him. Art just thought that he might have got caught up with his hunt to remember that now he was to come right here.

Art was deep in thought when she heard people talk. She hadn't seen anybody in a long while. You know, excluding her brother of course. Art's copper hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her blue-ish gold eyes were scanning her surrondings when she spotted a boy and a girl. They didn't look like wanders, but what did Art know?

Art slowly made her way to the duo climbing up into her tree and looking down upon them. "Who are you to come around my trees without telling me who you are?" Art said loud enough that both of them could hear. She jumped down from her tree, in the middle of both of them. "The name's Art. And I live here." Art said extending her hand to the two for either of them to take.

Art didn't care if they were dangerous, they both looked like they didn't know who she was or what she was capible of doing. So, as far as Art was concerned, she didn't care. She had a knife in the pocket of the forest green, long sleeves jacket she was wearing. It was her hunting knife in the protecter that she made for it so that she wouldn't stab herself in the middle of the night. She looked at them both as she lower her hand.

((OOC- I hope it was ok to join. If you want, here is Art's Bio. Feel free to read up.))