becameice:

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      SHE REMEMBERED RUNNING. running, though her spear was no true match for man’s gun, and as she awoke in a cold cage, she felt the blood still-seeping from the wound in her side. when it came to fight or flight instinct, the grounder immediately fought, pale hands wrapped tightly around the steel bars and shook them to no avail. groans of pain and shouts of her own people echoed around the large chamber, sending a chill down her spine. when she heard the tell-tale signs of someone walking, boots clacking against floor that stood out against even the loudest cries, bruised and bloodied knuckles once more shook the bars of the cage vigorously, hoping to garner the most attention. ‘ hei! ‘ she shouted, loud and indignant, directly in the male’s direction. ‘ odon hir! ‘ 

FOR  @dangerknocking​​.  ⁾

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          polished boots pound gratingly against the tiled floor with the haste and agility of a man with a purpose. it’d been a rather uneventful morning until a couple of officers dragged in his latest specimen, just as battered and SAVAGE as the rest of them. analytical eyes study her barbaric state as he paces the perimeter of her container, unable to suppress a disdainful grin from stretching across his lips. the wildest ones always did make for the most fascinating experiments. 

          crouching down before her cage, he tilts his head carefully and speaks out in a DOMINATING tone understood universally to establish his control over the situation.  ❛  screaming in your native tongue is useless here; nobody’s coming for you, and nobody can hear you. so shut the hell up or i swear to god i’ll make this as painful as possible for you.  ❜