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Discussion in 'Dread Wastes' started by Octavia Blake, Oct 10, 2018.

  1. Octavia Blake

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    She was going to kill them all. It was the one thought that kept her going long after the exhaustion and blood loss should have claimed her. She was going to kill them, starting with that one-eyed old woman she'd watched order Robb bound and dragged across camp in front of the others like some kind of prize kill. He was in the cabin at the back of the camp now, unless they'd taken him away underground. She hoped that wasn't the case, for both their sakes.

    A soft click next to her ear drew Octavia's gaze to Areion. The young griffin was doing well despite the spear he'd taken to the shoulder when defending Octavia. Any doubts she'd had about the beast's loyalty were long gone. For whatever reason, they'd gained the griffin's trust and devotion and he seemed prepared to die fighting for them. She hoped his resolve would last through what was to come.

    The warrior pressed herself close to the ground, ignoring the muck that soaked her clothes. Her face was streaked with blood and mud but she made no effort to clean it off because it helped her blend in with the terrain. It was dark, the only light that of the stars overhead and the torches that lit up the camp. Whatever these assholes were planning, they were going to do it tonight. There was a massive pile of wood and brush that looked like it was going to be a bonfire, and they'd hung up strange wooden symbols all around camp. She had a feeling that she and Robb needed to be long gone before it all went down.

    She'd spent the last two hours watching. Biding her time. Her leg hurt like a bitch where she'd taken a knife to the thigh during the initial struggle. It seemed they'd only wanted to take one of them alive and they'd chosen Robb and tried to kill Octavia. It hadn't gone well for them but it hadn't gone so great for her, either. Besides the stab wound she was nursing a nasty blow to the side of the head and a sore shoulder that had been dislocated when she'd gone over the edge of that ravine. She'd had to pop it back into place herself.

    If it wasn't for Areion returning from his hunt when he had, she'd be dead.

    She tensed as a patrol walked by not ten feet from her hiding place. She stayed perfectly still and to his credit so did Areion, using the cover of the thick marshy foilage to disguise his presence. She could see a woman up on a wooden platform that acted as a watch tower, though it faced West and the woman never moved. It was like they were waiting for something.

    The patrol passed by and moved on toward the other end of the camp. A quick look around showed no one else in the immediate vicinity so Octavia sat up into a crouch. "Stay here," she said quietly to the griffin. He turned his yellow eyes on her and let out a soft hiss as if acknowledging her words. "I'm going to get him. Keep watch, okay?" Areion stretched out his neck to rest his beak on her shoulder, cocking his head so he could look her in the eye. Octavia stroked a hand over his feathered neck.

    "I'll be back. We both will." With that she raced through the darkness, keeping low to the ground. She moved from shadow to shadow, her sights set on the cabin where they held Robb.

     
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    There was something wrong with his head but hadn't there always been something wrong with his head? This was a different kind of wrong though and Robb was pretty sure he had never felt this way before. Getting drunk was one thing, and he had been that plenty of times during his life in Pandora, but this was... well, he had never done drugs before so perhaps this would be stocked up to that sort of experience that everyone said they had gone through in college. Except... Robb was pretty certain that those situations did not involve being bound and thrown into a shack in the middle of somewhere he couldn't remember the name of with people poking him and talking about how much he weighed. If he would be good enough for something or other that didn't quite make sense.

    "I promise. I weigh enough. Perhaps not as much as I could, but... well, King Robert might have been my namesake but I certainly didn't emulate the man." They didn't know who King Robert was but he had been fat. Very fat. Robb had actually been surprised to see the girth of the King when he had met him, a fresh faced boy of sixteen. And all Robb could think about the event now? That poor horse. Of course, one could easily say that about him. They had been traveling, Octavia and the griffin and Robb, towards that settlement that the nice people had told them about, only to be bum rushed by grubby looking people out of no where. Had it been out of no where? Robb remembered saying something to them along the lines that they weren't looking for trouble but apparently the grubby people had been. And there had been a lot more of them than the three of them.

    Robb had killed one or two of them before someone had hit him in the head with something and then they had pressed something over his mouth. It hadn't smelled nice but very little in this shack smelled nice. He had gotten a few good whiffs as well then suddenly... he hadn't felt like fighting. Everything had twisted and turned, his pupils dilating, and he had been tied up with very little fight in him. One of the women, at least he thought it was a woman because of the lack of beard, came back to poke him in the chest like she might a roast for Sunday evening and Robb scowled down at the offending finger. "I said I weigh enough. If you want someone bigger, go find someone else for whatever.... whatever nonsense this is." They certainly looked skinny. There was strength in those skinny limbs though and he had certainly been pinched, prodded, and shoved with iron grips. Not that he was against the idea of a lady poking him in certain ways but the woman in front of him was not pretty even if you squinted at her with one eye, so he didn't like it.

    Every once in awhile some sort of thought filtered through his mind. He remembered... Octavia. Octavia. She was still out there. She hadn't been captured and neither had Birdbrain. He had a more complicated name, Robb remembered that too, but the red head couldn't quite put the letters together in the right order at the moment. He leaned back with his head on the wall for support and then wiggled his limbs again. Getting free was important but everything was so tight that it was beyond uncomfortable to struggle through it. Struggling seemed like such an effort as well and then there was another woman walking up with another rag. Pressing it over his mouth for a second time and Robb shouted insults into the cloth until his mouth slowly stopped working the way it was supposed to.

    He'll be fine for tonight. Will tied us over for a month at least. Young, with plenty of muscle. At least someone had noticed. "You're not the right person to notice that." One eye opened and Robb tried to get the second to do the same as the room swayed and tilted. There were mutters that he couldn't quite make out so he closed his eyes again and tried to keep himself from being sick. He remembered... had they stabbed Birdbrain with a spear?! He remembered that too but it was skewed at that stage and it had been reskewed recently. He supposed they had been violent too but the other party had started it.

    "What's this thing you're talking about?" They kept mentioning it like there was some sort of title attached but the words kept slipping around. Almost as if his own language didn't have a word for the name so Pandora was trying to translate it the best it could. Which meant it was complicated. Something like Forest... or death or... he couldn't figure it out either because it didn't feel right, whatever they were saying. Like some sort of dark press against his lungs that made him feel uneasy about something.

    The door opened and Robb could hear things moving around outside and was trying to count them. "You all look the same. Don't suppose any of you have had a bath in the last decade, have you?" Not that Robb smelled like roses but this was certain a big difference between that had what he was currently sporting. Being dragged through the mud was something entirely different. They gave him looks and he continued. "Are you related to two really annoying crones by chance, ma'am?" That seemed as likely as anything else. All the while he wiggled his hands in an attempt to find someway out of the rope. The question got him some glares but maybe he had said something wrong. Maybe they were hags instead of crones.
     
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    It didn't take her long to reach the cabin. Though there was a lookout and the occasional patrol around the perimeter of the camp, these people didn't seem too concerned with security. While Octavia was more than happy to take advantage, it also made her wonder why they were so nonchalant. As grimy and unkempt as they were, they weren't stupid. That much was obvious in the fact that they'd been able to take her and Robb so thoroughly off-guard.

    Once she'd reached the cabin she pressed herself up against it, keeping to the side that was out of the torchlight. There was only one window, and she was able to peek through it to see that Robb was inside with two women who were bustling around him. She couldn't see exactly what they were doing, but she could see that Robb was speaking to them and they shot him the occasional glare or rolled their eyes. After a few minutes the women left, and she could hear them close and bolt the door from around the front of the cabin.

    It was now or never.

    She gave the window a gentle push to find that it wasn't even locked. Anyone else might have attributed it to luck, but Octavia was beginning to feel that this was going way too smoothly to be anything good. Still... she'd roll with it until she couldn't. She slipped through the window and then eased it shut softly behind her. She went to Robb immediately and was surprised at the fierce anger that blossomed in her chest at the sight of him bound on the floor. There was blood on the side of his head where he'd been hit. Octavia gritted her teeth together and knelt beside him, pulling a thin knife from her boot to start cutting through his bonds.

    "We have to move fast," she said quietly, her voice low but urgent. As much as she wanted to stick around long enough to take these bastards out, instinct was screaming at her to get as far away from this camp as possible. "Whatever it is they're planning, it's happening soon. I don't want to be here when it starts." The knife sliced through the rope on his hands and feet. She paused at that point to lean in, lifting her free hand to gently touch the dried blood on the side of his head. Her eyes sought his. "Can you walk?" She hoped so, because if she had to drag him out of here this was going to get a hell of a lot more difficult. Areion might be able to carry him, but the griffin would have a much harder time sneaking through the camp than she had.
     
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    The two smelly women left the shack and Robb was grateful. His stomach felt a little sick and he was certain that was due to the lack of fresh air. Getting out of Pandora Town and out into the woods again had been a little refreshing for him. In an odd twisted way that made him feel a little guilty. Despite the fact that he too had gotten a bit grimy during the trip over because they hadn't really done more than bathe in ponds or streams. Which was something that Robb didn't mind it was just that showers were warm and it was always nicer to be warm. But then the window eased open and suddenly there was a fresh bit of air. Those blue eyes swiveled in that direction only to see Octavia crawling through the window.

    A smile broke out on that face for a second, lopsided and amused, but his pupils were completely dilated. Round because he was as high as a kite at the moment. It would probably wear off decently soon considering they already had to dose him twice. That would be important to remember. "Hello, Octavia." He sounded perfectly calm as she cut the ropes to free him. Everything she was saying was important and something that he really needed to concentrate on even though it was difficult for Robb to do that. "Leaving sounds like a good idea." She still had those apparently. Didn't matter what situation they were in Octavia always knew what to do. "And yeah I can walk." That he could manage. Maybe he would even be able to get out of the window, so they could leave without setting any of the grubby people off.

    Robb stood and swayed for a little bit of the motion. He found the sick motion to be a little sobering and suddenly he wasn't nearly as happy as he had been seconds before. Or perhaps the word was comfortable despite the fact that he hadn't been comfortable at all. He wanted to tell her about the fact that apparently he was too skinny, because confirmation he wasn't would have been nice, but he knew that was not the right topic to bring up in the moment. He wasn't sober but he wasn't that stupid. "I'll boost you, you help pull me?" That seemed decently logical to him if they wanted to get out quick. He even said it with a bit of a confidence and went to stand beneath the window to make a stirrup with his hands. if he was staring at her a little oddly there really wasn't anything behind it. He was just glad to see her. Not that he had doubted for a second that she had left him there but Robb was glad she wasn't captured somewhere else or dead because he hadn't been able to help. And it was very difficult for him to feel guilty at the moment.

    Of course that was when the door started to rattle and that meant that someone was about to come back in. The bolt was being slid back so whoever it was could get back inside. Robb knew better than to second guess the situation so he motioned for Octavia to get moving with a little nod of his head. The sooner she was up and over, the sooner Robb could follow her, and then maybe at some point in all of this his head would stop spinning in five thousand directions. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it? Robb sure hoped not because if it didn't stop soon he was going to puke and that was not going to be quiet.

    That was when Robb realized that he didn't know where his sword was an a moment of panic stabbed through the drugs. Because that was the last thing he had from his father. The last thing that really reminded him of home because who knew what was left of his apartment back home. For all Robb knew everything had been shaken apart from the end of the world and all of his other stuff would be gone. He glanced around the room for his sword, spotting it in the corner, but waited for Octavia to take his boost through the window before deciding to grab it. He loved that sword but keeping Octavia safe was more important.
     
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    His smile was off. There was something about his eyes, too. But he seemed mostly steady on his feet even if he wobbled a bit when he first stood. That was understandable after having been tied up and largely immobile for the past several hours. The head wound probably didn't help. She'd already spotted his sword in the corner and moved to get it. She had no idea how good he'd be with a knife and there was no sense in leaving the weapon. As she picked it up and turned to walk to the window the door rattled. A bolt slid open. Almost without thinking she moved, hurrying to press herself against the wall on the same side where the door would open so it'd block her from view for those first few seconds. Her eyes met Robb's and she lifted a finger to her lips for him to stay quiet.

    Even if she'd been able to make it to the window and out, Robb might not have. And even if he had, being discovered this soon would make their odds of escape less. So she leaned the sword against the wall and pulled two knives from her belt and waited. If Octavia could silence whoever entered the cabin before they raised the alarm...

    The door opened and the two women shuffled back in. One of them carried a set of chains and the other held a bunch of folded white cloth. It looked like a heavy blanket, or maybe a robe. They both froze when they saw Robb standing over by the window. Neither of them noticed Octavia, pressed against the wall beside the door as she was. The warrior didn't give them a chance to cry out or react. She stepped forward silently, and with deadly precision plunged the blades into the women's temples, killing them instantly. She moved between them to take their weight as they collapsed, her arms hugged around their shoulders as if they were old friends so she could ease them to their knees and then let them slide to the ground.

    There was no emotion in Octavia's eyes, only the cold steel of resolve. It was kill or be killed, and that was a law that Octavia was more than familiar with. She pushed the door closed to hopefully buy them more time. It had looked like the women were coming to prepare Robb to be moved. She hoped that meant that had a few minutes. Stooping down, Octavia yanked her knives from the bodies and stepped quickly out of the way of the blood that sprayed from the wounds. She didn't avoid it all. Her hands came away bathed in red, her sleeves spattered with it. The sensation wasn't a new one.

    Without comment she wiped her blades clean against the thighs of her pants and then sheathed them again and turned to grab Robb's sword. She handed it over when she reached him. "I'll go first. Be quick, I don't know how much time we have." Where Robb had wanted to lift Octavia out first to protect her, she wanted to get the first look out the window to make sure the coast was clear for him. So far there were no shouts of alarm, no more rattling at the door, but she knew their luck wouldn't hold out for much longer.

    Once her boots touched down on the ground outside, Octavia reached up to help Robb. Something was happening toward the front if camp. A ring of people had formed at the edge if the time and she could hear them chanting softly into the darkness. Trees rattled in the distance, wood cracked and something heavy splashed out in the swamp.

    They needed to get the hell away from here.
     
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    Octavia had gone for his sword. Which was something he appreciated even if he was fully prepared to leave it behind if he needed to. That was something he had thought about on the battlefield a few times when he had gone on the ambushes. Ready to leave behind whatever he needed to. War had made him a different person. It had made him wound tight and angry. It had made him frustrated and lonely. He had felt everything had been overwhelming and impossible, at the start. But he had also reminded himself that his father hadn't been much older than himself when he had gone to war against the mad king. Sometimes it had to be done. And if Robb had to be the one to do it, then so be it.

    But he wasn't that man anymore. He hadn't been that man in awhile. Being the Commander was still different and he had become a different person all together because of it. Different though he still felt a number of the same things as before, they were just dulled in comparison to what he had been through back home. And it was odd that his mind was centering on this as the door started to open. He stared at it and realized that Octavia had already stepped back behind the door. The women stared at him and it was obvious that things were going to come to a head quickly. The door swung shut behind them and before anyone else could react, Octavia was there. Deadly. Silent. Startling.

    Blades into the women then out in a smooth gesture. Something that an expert could pull off and only an expert. Someone who knew how to use their weapon very very well. Robb blinked for a second and then looked down at the blood. "I forgot there's that much in there." It had been awhile since he had seen anyone killed like that and the little blue men did not count. Thankfully most crimes wound up with arrests instead of anything more violent but there were still bodies. It was just that Robb normally saw them after they had been killed these days. Not during. Thankfully there was no reason to find it terrible. These women had been plotting something bad even if Robb couldn't quite put two and two together on that end.

    He took his blade and put it back into place on his belt and then made the stirrup for her to use up to the window. If he happened to not close his eyes when she was mostly just legs in front of him, he couldn't be faulted for that. She had nice legs. She was... strong. It was such an odd thing to thing about, none of the women back home had seemed physical fit in this manner and almost all of them spoke about the softer arts or womanly duties and Pandora was different in that regard. Women were different here and if he was being honest, far more attractive because of it. He didn't mind someone who was pretty and dressed in a womanly way, but this was... different. Octavia was a fighter. And fighters had... nicer asses. That's what it was.

    Octavia was out and over in a moment. Robb grabbed onto the sill and pulled himself up, perfectly able to swing himself outside of the hut. Or so he thought. Except his hand slipped and he sort of thudded onto the ground instead of landing lightly. A slip of the fingers and it was a noise that could be heard a decent distance because... well, Robb was not a skinny man. He could hear the chanting and he leaned around the corner to figure out what was going on only to stop. "What... is.... that?" The words slowly left his mouth as he took a half step back. It didn't look right. There was something about it that did not look right though he could see the general shape of some sort of game animal from the sight of it. Elk? Deer? But it didn't.... it didn't look right. Bits and pieces of it almost didn't fit together to make something sleek and full at the same time. Then parts of it moved that weren't supposed to. The spine of it was... very wrong.

    "Leaving now. Leaving good." Robb started to say as he backed up but that first noise had told everyone in the area where they were. He had been too unlucky and too drugged to be graceful in any way or form, so the head of the thing moved to look in their direction. There was something very wrong about it's head as well and now it was looking right at them. Robb stumbled backwards and his chest tightened. Whatever the fuck that was it was nothing he had seen before and he had a bad feeling that he was about to get a close up look of something he really didn't want to know any better.
     
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    Things went downhill pretty fast. All it took was a slip of the fingers and a heavy thud and suddenly every effort Octavia had made to get them out quickly and quietly didn't matter anymore. She shot Robb an incredulous and exasperated look because this was the first time he'd ever made a situation like this harder. She'd come to count on him as a capable partner. They'd become a team during these weeks of travel and now he might have killed them with - what? His clumsiness? That's when it finally clicked. The weird smile, the oddness about his eyes.

    They'd drugged him. And because Octavia hadn't realized it sooner, they were both probably dead.

    The creature toward the front of the group seemed to turn its giant head to look straight at them. It was difficult for her mind to make sense of what she was seeing because so much was wrong with the monster. The best word she could come up with to describe it was elk. A giant, ugly elk. Yet it was obvious that the creature was more than that. The scent of swamp and rotted wood preceded it, wafting across the camp toward them. When the thing's eyes fixed on them - or Octavia thought they did, though she couldn't actually see them - she felt dread wash through her. The people around the beast dropped to their knees and bowed over with their arms laid along the ground. They didn't move to give chase.

    They were leaving Octavia and Robb for the monster.

    She reached out to grab hold of Robb and spin him around because he'd end up tripping and falling on his ass if he kept backpedaling the way that he was. "Come on," she hissed, her fingers tightening in the fabric of his coat as she pulled him back around the building and gave him a shove toward the darkness of the swamp. Logically she knew the cabin wouldn't protect them, but somehow she felt better as soon as they were out of the creature's line of sight. They didn't have much hope of outrunning the thing, but maybe they could find some advantage in their surroundings. Either that or they'd run right into a bog of quicksand. Somehow she thought that death would be preferable to being caught.

    There was a great, shuddering cry from the front of camp. She had no words for the sound. It was something like a moan and a shriek and a snarl all in one. The ground trembled, and Octavia knew it was giving chase. She thought she saw Areion waiting just beyond the light of the torches, his eyes reflecting their light as he paced and tossed his head. If they could make it to the griffin, they might have a chance. He couldn't fly with them yet, but he could run, and he could see much better in the swamp than they could. They just had to--

    Robb's arm was torn from her grasp.

    Octavia skidded to a halt and whirled, her sword raised, only to see that Robb was being lifted into the air by the monster's-- were those hands coming out of its face? Two pinpricks of light glowed from between the strange arms, and Octavia got the sense that she was looking upon something impossibly ancient. Something beyond human comprehension. With a cry of anger the warrior rushed forward, knives slashing through the air at the monster's leg. In the next instant she was flying several feet through the air, her weapons knocked clear of her grasp with the force of the blow. She landed heavily and stars exploded across her vision. She tried to scramble back to her feet but found that her legs wouldn't obey her dazed mind. She couldn't quite get her lungs to work, either. She rolled up onto her hands and knees with a groan and struggled to look up. Struggled to see what she was powerless to stop.
     
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    Octavia grabbed his arm and spun him around. Robb's feet found purchase on the ground and they were running back around the building. His heart felt like it was thudding in his chest for some sort of reason. Fear. Whatever that thing was it terrified him and the red head couldn't quite figure out how to handle this. Should he turn and fight? Would he be able to fight that thing? Having his sword in hand would have done a world of wonders for his courage but that was always the case when he had a weapon. Having one was far better than not having one. That monster was far too large and even though Robb was drugged, his fuddled mind could understand that this was too bad of a situation to fight. Running was best.

    So he moved as well as he could. It was difficult to move fast because everything was swaying in an odd manner. As if the world beneath his feet wasn't stable in the least bit and they were running towards the swamp. That didn't seem like a good idea to Robb because hadn't this thing come out of the woods or the swamp or whatever was on the other side. What if this was its home turf? That might have been worse but Octavia always knew what she was doing and so he tried to keep up. His feet kept stumbling, his breath tight, and then suddenly there were hands on him that didn't belong to Octavia.

    Something incredibly strong gripped him and he was ripped away from Octavia, spinning again only to come face to face with a monster. Two small eyes seemed to glow from the darkness that was face and everything wrong about the elk suddenly came into clear focus. This wasn't a beast. This was something horrible and Robb's blue eyed gaze widened as panic rocked through him. Body parts, it was almost as if someone had fused body parts all together and ripped open a man's stomach and… Robb felt a sudden urge to scream, so he did. Fear lancing through him but his screams cut off as those hands dropped him for a second. Feet hit the ground and Robb moved to grab his sword, but then those hands were on him again. A grip tighter than anything he had ever felt suddenly around his throat. His own hands lifted to try and struggle against it.

    Robb had been trained to grapple. He knew what he was supposed to do if someone had their hands around his neck. Breaking their grasp was the most important thing. Pushing himself away was one way but the thing had a longer reach. He wasn't exactly weak and so the red head tried to slam his own arm into the elbows, to cave the reach. But the monster was stronger than he could ever hope to be and it started to lift him into the air. It had taken the time to hit something just beyond Robb's view when it had dropped him and Robb knew what that was. Octavia. She had tried to charge the beast. RUN!! His mouth couldn't form words as the hands used his throat to lift him. Crushing, bruising, Robb struggled and kicked. He pulled and fought, but the lack of air and the drugs swirled his mind until he started to go limp in that other worldly grasp.

    The edges of his world started to go black and Robb struggled to breath more than anything else. He gasped and the noises coming from him sounded like another person to his ears. He had never felt such fear, not on the battlefield, not as the Commander, and not even when Grey Wind had died. Because this was how he was going to die and he could only hope that Octavia would see the futility in saving him. That she would turn and run, using the time his death would bring to get away from whatever horror this was. And so he continued to try struggling, trying to do anything he could to buy her a few more moments. That was important. If that was all he could do then that was what Robb Stark was going to do as he died.

    It felt as if he was impossibly high in the air and suddenly something sharp struck him from behind, lancing into his back and through his body. Pain unlike any other he had felt shook him and he tried to scream a second time. The hands started to leave his throat and Robb latched onto it instead. Fingers and nails digging into the skin the monster wore on those forearms, gripping and pulling with what strength he had left even as blood started to escape the wound. Robb had been impaled with something, hanging in the air from that instead of the hands was a different kind of agony. He had to keep it here even if struggling made him bleed faster and his breath was ragged. As long as he could. Robb had to hold onto life as long as he could to buy Octavia that time.
     
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    Robb's scream chased away the fog in her head and Octavia blinked several times, her vision clearing. She could taste blood in her mouth and knew she must have bit her tongue when she hit her head against the ground. Her injured leg throbbed and her right shoulder burned where it'd taken most of her weight during the fall. None of that mattered in the face of what was happening.

    This isn't happening. Not again. She wouldn't let it happen. She wouldn't just fucking sit here and watch - again - while someone she l-

    The creature lifted Robb high into the air and turned, and in a single stride had shoved him up into the gnarled branches of an old, dead tree. There was a sickening crunch as a bough impaled him through the back, leaving him hanging like a fish writhing on the end of a spear. In a way it was like that branch went through her too. She felt it like a punch in the chest that made her vision go red. "No!" The word tore involuntarily from her throat and before Octavia could begin to think about what she was doing she was on her feet, ready to throw herself on the monster and rip it apart with her bare hands.

    Except Areion got there first.

    The griffin dove out of the sky and collided with the eldritch abomination hard enough to send the monster stumbling to the side with a shriek of surprise and anger, its arms and hands pulling away from Robb. The griffin's claws found purchase on the creature's back, and Areion began to jab at every part of the monster it could reach with his razor-sharp beak. Octavia used the distraction to scramble up into the branches of the tree, hoisting herself up beside Robb. She reached out to take his chin in her hand and pull his head around to face her. "It's gonna be okay. Just stay with me. Stay awake." She looked into his eyes, trying to gauge whether he'd gone into shock. Then her attention turned to the branch that had lanced through his lower right side. It wasn't particularly thick, maybe about the size of two of her fingers put together. There was only one way to get him out of the tree quickly...

    "This is going to hurt-" she said, then punctuated her sentence by snapping off the end of the branch. She moved to stand directly in front of Robb with her feet braced against tree limbs to either side of him, then carefully wrapped one arm around his waist while she gripped a branch overhead with her free hand. She spared a glance for the creature and Areion; they were still engaged in battle, the griffin clinging valiantly to the monster's back.

    Without another word Octavia pulled Robb forward against her to ease him off of the branch. They had to hurry. They had to get out of here, get somewhere that she could dress the wound otherwise he'd bleed out. There was fear rooted deep in her chest, but on the surface was intense focus and determination. She wasn't going to lose him. She wasn't helpless and Robb wasn't going to die while she was still breathing.
     
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    There hadn't been too many times in Robb's life that he had felt this kind of pain or fear. He had managed to get through terrible situations in mostly one piece and he had always been the one to protect others. Which was why he was gripping onto those forearms with everything he had in him. His strength was leaving and it was hard to breath, but he wasn't about to let it get to Octavia before she had a chance to run. Anything he could do to hold on. The monster pulled and Robb could feel himself shift on whatever had stuck through him. He could hear Octavia scream and there was something in him that felt dismay. She hadn't run. She was still close enough that he could hear her clearly and that made him panic more. She had to run. Had to leave. Had to get far away from whatever the bloody hell this was.

    The forearms started to slip from his grasp, his nails leaving torn flesh in their paths before suddenly there was a familiar noise. The beat of wings and a cry that had once scared Robb as well. Birdbrain. He still wasn't able to remember what they had actually named him. The other name was stuck in the back of his mind even though the rush of other emotions and feelings. The griffin struck the horror and suddenly it was a different fight all together. Robb's body was then sagging on the branch he had been impaled by and another scream left his lips even though it was dulled by the fact that his throat was already raw. The pain of the sudden movement was more than enough to leave him dizzy or perhaps that was the blood loss at this stage.

    Something moved along the branch and then suddenly a hand was under his chin. Robb flinched, pulling away from it, only to realize that it was softer than the other hands had been. Gentler. His weary blue eyes opened to find Octavia and his paler than normal face relaxed a touch. "Run, Octavia." There was a cough to his words and pain in his voice but he was still steady on that fact. She needed to run. To save herself. He wanted her to save herself. He had no idea what state he was in but he knew that he would be dead weight either way. Dead weight, a moment of hilarity struck him at the thought but that would have been the drugs. Or perhaps the shock that was starting to settle in.

    This is going to hurt. So nothing new. But he wasn't ready when she suddenly snapped the branch that he was on. His jaw clenched and his teeth clicked together as more agony lanced through him at the sudden movement. But Octavia was pulling him, moving him, even if it felt like a sword had been pushed through him somewhere. He was gasping for breath, cold sweat slicking his face as she helped him get something more solid under his feet. His head rolled for a second but he gripped her back and tried to get in control of his own body. A tremor worked through him but he knew that he needed to keep moving forward. Pressed against Octavia he looked around almost wildly. They had to get down off the tree and had to start running again. Was he up for it? Robb didn't know.

    He looked at where the griffin was fighting the horror and grimaced. "Why are there hands, Octavia?" His words were gruff and almost seemed that they had been scraped out from him. There were deep bruises around his throat and that wasn't even the worst, was it? One hand pressed to his stomach, where he could feel blood and the branch, and he tried to swear again. Time to go. Really time to go. While the griffin stood a chance to escape as well. Robb moved one of his hands from Octavia to the tree they were now standing in, fingers digging into the bark as he tried to figure out where to move to next.
     
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    Run, Octavia. The warrior met those words with an arched brow and a look that clearly said not a chance in Hell. She managed to ease him off of the branch and she knew that meant he'd be bleeding freely, now. They didn't have a lot of time. As Robb steadied himself Octavia glanced down. The question he asked earned him a sharp glance because how the hell would she know? Maybe she could laugh about this later, but right now they needed to get out alive. The tree they were in was old and dead, most of its smaller branches having already fallen off. There weren't any large limbs between them and the ground, which was about eight feet down. She wasn't sure how capable Robb was of climbing down out of the tree, at least not with any real speed. She turned back to look down at where he'd been impaled. It was low and on the outer edge of his torso, not so different from the place where Echo had stabbed Octavia years ago.

    She'd fallen over fifty feet off a cliff and into a shallow stream after that, and she'd survived. Barely, but still. Eight feet was nothing compared to that.

    "I'm sorry," she said as she lifted her hands to Robb's arms, "but we have to hurry. Tuck and roll, relax when you hit. Try to protect your head." With that she gave him a firm push off of the branch. She could have told him to jump but she didn't want to risk him landing on his feet wrong and breaking a leg or ankle. This way was better. Eight feet wasn't far. He'd be bruised and it'd hurt like a bitch - especially with that wound - but he'd be on the ground. Octavia followed moments later, scaling her way down the trunk to land lightly on her feet. She went to Robb immediately to help him back up, ready to take some of his weight once he got to his feet. Then she'd start moving with him toward the swamp, the only thought in her head to put distance between them and this place. It wasn't that it was the best option, it's that it was the only option. They couldn't stay here.

    Robb might be pissed at her for the stunt she'd pulled, but he'd be alive. That was all that mattered to her.

    There was a screech of pain from behind them, and a quick look showed that the monster had managed to rip Areion from its back and fling the griffin against the same tree they'd just been in. It turned and charged, obviously intending to crush Areion against the trunk, but the griffin managed to leap out of the way in time. The two creatures came together again, the griffin slashing with deadly claws. The monster managed to grab hold of one of Areion's wings and wrench it back with a sickening crack. Octavia felt a stab of pain and regret but knew she and Robb couldn't afford to linger to see the outcome of the fight. So she started moving for the swamp, pulling Robb along as fast as he could manage with his injury.
     
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    Octavia was looking at him like he was speaking a foreign language all together. Pandora had always translated everything for Robb and he had never had a problem being understood by others. She didn't seem to understand what he was saying though and he couldn't help but feel a little sad that she wasn't going to do the logical thing and leave him there. Octavia living was what he wanted more than anything else in this moment and even though he was drugged that was something he could concentrate on. Right up until Octavia apologized, told him to tuck and roll, then shoved him off of the branch with little other warning.

    Robb really didn't have time to think about what was happening and despite Octavia's warning the red head didn't listen to a word of it. All of her words had gone in one ear and out the other. There was no tucking, no rolling, and he didn't relax. He barely had time to throw up an arm to try and cushion his head. He hit the ground hard on his back. Thankfully there had been nothing under him but there was a loud groan in response to it. He hurt. Every bit of Robb's back felt like it was sore but the spot where the branch had gone through felt like it was on fire. The red head felt like he was going to be sick. He had somehow gotten paler and he couldn't even think about moving even as Octavia came down. Everything hurt. Everything hurt.

    He had managed to at least pull himself up into a seated position by the time the brunette was standing next to him. Robb also heard the pain from Birdbrain and there was a lancing in his heart. Grey Wind. Grey Wind had died to… protect. Just like Birdbrain was doing now. Octavia helped him up and then they were moving. His heart was breaking for different reasons and suddenly there were tears streaking down his face. Leaving the griffin was killing him. No softly, not slowly, but wrenching another piece of his soul that felt like it should have been doing something else entirely. He was a loyal man, someone who tried to always protect others, and that was the thing he wasn't doing now. He was being a burden, a failure, and he felt like this might have been what those stupid crones had been talking about. They were all going to die because Robb had tried diplomacy before fighting. He should have known better.

    Robb didn't hide his face from Octavia as they tried to escape through the swamp. He didn't look away and just kept moving forward, his free hand clasped to the wound in his stomach, trying not to think about what was happening to the griffin behind them. All the startling noises were terrifying because Robb didn't know who was making them or what other limb the horror was ripping at. It was just too much. All of it was too much and he was still too drugged to make left from right. Then his eyes landed on the light. Globes of green light, almost sickly, but they followed a path through the swamp that looked a little more stable than the rest.

    "Am I... Am I seeing things?" His hand lifted and pointed at the light. Maybe he was losing his mind now. Maybe there had been something serious in the drugs. Whatever the reason he needed Octavia to see. To tell him if he was losing his shit or not. His hand was covered in his own blood but he kept moving after he pointed it out, knowing they couldn't slow down for any reason.
     
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    They left the camp and struck out into the marsh, the sounds of battle still raging behind them. Robb wasn't the only one with wet cheeks; every shriek and screech that Areion uttered was like a blow to her chest in the same spot she'd felt Robb's pain. Like him, Octavia wept openly with grief - and under that, rage. Areion was more than just an exotic animal that had been following them around. In his way he'd become part of their team. He'd chosen to come to their defense. Now he was actively fighting through his own pain to give them time to escape.

    Octavia focused on Robb's body moving beside hers, on the fact that he was still on his feet despite the blood he must be losing. There was a hitch in her own stride as her injured leg began to lose stamina, but Octavia didn't slow. She gritted her teeth as she'd done a thousand times before and drove on through the haze of pain and exhaustion. It took her longer than it should have to realize they'd begun to follow a pair of softly glowing green orbs. Like moths drawn to flame they'd instinctively followed the lights. It took Robb speaking for Octavia to notice.

    "No. I see it, too." There was a pause when a bloodcurdling screech sounded from the camp behind them and abruptly cut off. It was obvious to Octavia what that'd been. She shoved the fresh wave if grief away. "We have to-" the orbs of light veered suddenly off to their right and through the bog. As they did so, Octavia thought she heard a familiar cackle echo softly through the night air.

    Tightening her grip on Robb's arm, Octavia turned to follow the light. She had no idea where it was taking them but that laugh was familiar, and her gut was telling her that this orbs were friendly.

    Or at least, they weren't a grotesque elk-beast bent on impaling them in trees .

     
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    The lights moved and Octavia confirmed the fact that she could see them too. Robb's gaze tried to follow the way that the lights moved but the blood loss was catching up to him or perhaps it was the pain. He had landed roughly, he was still coming down from his unwanted high, and everything hurt. Doubly the spot where the branch had gone through him.

    All of Robb was covered in cold sweat by this point. While Octavia was having trouble moving her left, Robb was having trouble concentrating at all, and he was slowly becoming more of a dead weight against her. The red head was losing strength with every step as more blood came out of the wound. He kept going but his feet felt heavy. His breath was strange and there was a distant look in his eyes. Octavia may have been trying to help him but after crossing the first light his legs started to give way.

    His knees hit the marsh ground roughly and there was something he could hear rustling in the foliage in front of them. Had the horror circled around? Was the griffin dead or dying somewhere by himself? Or was there something else they didn't know in front of them? Funny that was something he really hadn't thought about. Well, this was going to suck either way but he hoped whatever was in front was not anywhere close to what they had left behind.

    The lights swirled and then he heard a rough voice speak, though the words didn't make sense to him. The voices though, he remembered the voices, and one of the crones started hissing at the other to pick him up. Except he was trying to just keep on his knees instead of sliding back onto the ground. New hands gripped him and Robb struggled against those as well. One of the lights came closer and he felt like everything was spinning. He couldn't do anything but look at the light, until even that seemed to fade away. Then his body really gave way.

    "You were supposed to catch him." One of the crones muttered to the other where they stood in front of Robb and Octavia. The other crone sighed and then waved her hands, the lights shooting past them into the forest. Off to distract something far from right away from this spot. "He needs time. We will buy you enough to get him save." The first crone threw Octavia a bag of herbs. "This will heal him. Twice a day until the wound closes. When the world stops go north until you find a cave. It will be safe there for the time being." The crones seemed to have lost some of their humor and then the world indeed started to spin. The woods shifted and whirled, the crones fading into the spin, and when it stopped they were in an entirely different part of the world.
     
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    She was quickly taking more and more of Robb's weight, but Octavia did her best not to falter. It wasn't the first time she'd stumbled through the wilderness trying to hold up a man twice her size and weight. It wasn't the first time she'd felt so desperate to reach safety - not for herself, but for the man whose life she was determined to save. Somehow Robb Stark had breached the defenses she'd so carefully erected during the years she'd spent in the bunker. He made her feel like maybe there was a chance for her to be something other than what her life had made her. Something other than the ruthless dictator who pointed a gun into the faces of her own people and fired when they didn't obey her commands. Out here she wasn't Blodreina. She was just... Octavia. She feared that if she lost Robb, she'd lose herself, too.

    Eventually Robb collapsed and half took Octavia with him. She went to one knee, hissing against the pain that shot through her leg but otherwise keeping her grip on him. Before she could try to help him back to his feet there was movement in the darkness before them. Adrenaline shot through Octavia's blood as she used her free hand to draw her sword. She wasn't stupid - she knew they didn't stand a chance against that horror if it'd somehow managed to catch up and cut them off. That didn't mean she'd go down without a fight.

    Instead of the monster, two familiar, stooped forms emerged. The crones. Octavia wordlessly caught the bag of healing supplies in one hand, too tired to argue or question the hags. In the next moment the whole world was spinning and she found herself clutching on to Robb tightly until it stopped.

    They were no longer in the marsh. Instead they were surrounded by trees, but these were different than the ones of the forest they'd started in. They were thicker and darker and grew closer together. What had the hag said? North. Go North. How the hell was Octavia supposed to--

    The green orbs reappeared and sped off through the forest. North. Octavia attempted to heave Robb to his feet only to find that he'd gone utterly limp. "No." The word was angry when it fell from her lips, and she laid him back against the foliage, careful of his head. She grabbed hold of his chin with one hand and looked into his eyes. They'd gone unfocused, though they weren't closed. "You stay with me, do you hear me?" She slapped his cheek once with the flat of her hand, hard enough to make her hand sting. "Your fight is not over, Robb," she snarled. "Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim!" Get smacked down, get back up!

    Octavia set the bag of healing supplies down and yanked the drawstring loose. She reached inside to find a small wooden cup full of salve, along with several large, flat leaves that felt like they'd been freshly harvested. The crones hadn't given her any instructions but Octavia knew enough about field medical aid to put it together. She used a knife to cut Robb's shirt away from the wound, pushing him carefully onto his side as she did so. She smeared a modest glob of salve onto the entry wound on his back, then pressed a leaf over it. She did the same with the exit wound and used a bit of bandage and sticky sap from the healing bag to hold the dressing in place.

    "Come on," she muttered as she shifted to sit down with him, half-drawing him into her lap. The green orbs had returned, dancing impatiently around her head. They couldn't stay here, but she couldn't move him like this either. Her eyes flashed around in the darkness as her mind turned. If she could find some sturdy branches she could put together a makeshift gurney...

     
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    Robb's world had already been spinning before he had hit the ground. It didn't feel any different to him and he hardly noticed the changes in the trees. Instead the red head had blacked out for a second, feeling as everything in his body had turned off, and then was startled back on the moment he was slapped on the face. There wasn't a big difference at first. It was just a sense that parts of him were no longer still as if they were holding breath. Instead his lungs moved, his heart beat, and his system rebooted. But he couldn't see anything and it was only on a basic level, as if his mind hadn't let go of the state it had been in.

    There was a sense of someone leaning over him and the red head couldn't exactly figure out who it was. Or perhaps what. For all he knew it that presence could have had too many hands in wrong places. Something stripped back his shirt and then there was something else being pressed into the wound. Firmly. That was when he started to come back to himself because the pain was sharp reminder to the rest of him that he was still alive. That he needed to get up. That there was a reason he had that pain, even before she pressed on front. Slowly his mind circled until his eyes blinked several times to come back into focus.

    He was leaning on Octavia and everything hurt. But they weren't running anymore and she didn't look terrified. Frustrated, yes, but not terrified. Robb took a slightly bigger breath and then he coughed. One hand lifted and he tried to shift onto his own weight, only to find he couldn't. Everything hurt was an understatement. There were parts of him that couldn't move. "Where..." So he slouched back onto Octavia in the manner he had been before. Half in her lap, unable to move, wondering how they had managed to escape death or if something else entirely had happened. The details of their surroundings did little to stand out against her face and that was all that Robb could focus on in those moments. Just her face.

    It was just difficult to look anywhere else. That was all. He wasn't glad that she was so close or that it was reassuring to lean against her. If she was not scared and she was feeling safe enough to not be scrambling for cover at the moment, then perhaps it was alright that he was still breathing. How he was going to get better, Robb had no clue, but being alive was good enough for the moment. The red head licked dry lips and found that he was still rather out of it. Blood loss, the drugs, he couldn't be sure. Which meant that everything was about to hurt worse as soon as it all wore off. He cursed under his breath and then tried to lift his arm again trying to figure out what he could do to start with because if he couldn't do anything, that was going to suck.

    "Where are we?' He finally managed to piece the words together but he couldn't move his arm at all. The most he could do was sit there and breath. "What happened, Octavia?" He sounded pained as he spoke but it wasn't from physical pain. Robb felt anxious in a way that he didn't know how to handle. Like he had when Grey Wind had died. When he had flown into a need to do too many things. Except he couldn't move at all. So he concentrated on Octavia's face instead, trying to figure out the exact way it was shaped, and that was easier to keep to instead of the way that anxiety threatened to escape from him.

     
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    A sigh of relief passed through her when those vivid blue eyes opened, though they were rendered black by the absence of light in the heavy darkness. Here and there the silvery light of the moon penetrated the thick canopy overhead, offering just enough light to see faint outlines of trees and deeper shadows. Octavia wasn't paying any attention to that because Robb shifted in an attempt to get up but then quickly slumped back against her. His gaze found her face then. The warrior swallowed, her fingers tightening in the fabric of Robb's shirt at his shoulder, her free hand carefully cradling his head.

    "A forest. Different than the one before," she answered, her voice heavy with exhaustion and pain from the way his weight leaned across her injured leg. She didn't complain. She was just glad he was conscious and talking. "Those old hags sent us here. There's a cave-" she glanced up as the greenish orbs came racing back through the trees again, once more zipping frantically around their heads.

    She hated what she was about to ask of Robb because she knew that as tired and in pain as she was, it was leagues worse for him. She'd been where he was. She'd also survived, so she knew that he could, too. Octavia's head bent to rest her forehead on his, her hand lifting to gently cup his jaw, thumb smoothing across his cheek. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a second to breathe. When her eyes opened again they attempted to meet his in the darkness. "You have to get up. We can't stay here." The words came out soft, but there was an edge of steel to them, too. At that point Octavia sat back up and shifted to get her arm under his left shoulder to help lift him, drawing her knees up on either side of him to brace her feet against the ground for leverage.

    "We'll do this together." She would share the burden however she could. Hell, she'd take all of his weight if Robb could just get up. With a great heave she helped him to his feet, slinging his arm across her shoulders to take as much of his weight as he needed her to. Her leg screamed with pain and her entire body felt like a massive bruise, but Octavia relegated the pain to the back of her mind. There would be time to nurse her wounds later. Right now, they had to survive.

    "One foot in front of the other, okay? I'll do the rest."

     
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    A forest. Well, that was helpful. Robb knew that if he had said that out loud she would have hit him and she would have been completely justified in that action. Because it wouldn't have been helpful. Octavia brought up the crones again but she also sounded tired. Her fingers laced his shirt and her other hand was on his face. Her fingers against his face was something nice. Something that Robb rather enjoyed. A firm grip yes but there was something tender about it as well. Or perhaps that was the drugs and the fact that he was glad they were safe enough to rest for a second. That she wasn't scared. Robb certainly had been.

    He could see the green lights out of the corner of his eye as the orbs flashed around them. It was more than enough to make Robb feel dizzy all over again. He breathed hard and closed his eyes, willing himself not to be sick or pass out all over again. That wouldn't have been helpful to Octavia. Which was what she was saying next but that wasn't important. What was important was the way she leaned in to him, pressing their foreheads together, and touch him tenderly. Something new gripped him and Robb concentrated on the woman holding him entirely. She looked almost as vulnerable as he felt in that moment, taking the space to breath, and there was something he wanted to do about that. He just didn't know what he could do when he could barely moved, so he just watched her through half lidded eyes.

    Getting up was a very good idea and while Octavia was busy being serious, Robb smiled against his pain. There was almost a half breath of a laugh but it hurt and fizzled out before it could be finished. Instead his hand moved to hold his side where the branch had stuck together. Nodding as she suggested to work together. Octavia was leading the way again and Robb was just following along. Except he couldn't support her through this because she was the one doing all the work. He really would have to make it up to her later. Without her he would have been dead in the forest long before whatever the hell that thing had been.

    So he gritted his teeth and tried to move when she helped. Shifting his feet under him and then trying to push with them even if it strained his back and his skin went clammy all over again. Pale and sweating, Robb took hard breaths the moment they were standing even as Octavia pull his arm over her shoulder. How strong was she? She was tougher than a good amount of warriors he had met before. Tougher than he was, perhaps. Harder. He should have been harder when they had met those dirty looking people. "I can do that." He spoke carefully as he did but the moment she started to move, Robb moved. As much as he could, as best as he could, even if he had to hiss in pain or gasp for air at some points.

    They moved slowly and painfully, but the lights led the way to a cave. Small, not very deep, but it was also not large enough to let certain things in. Big enough for the two of them and perhaps a fire, but not easy to spot because of the overhang in front of it. Naturally hiding foliage was spread around and once they had made their way into the cave with the help of the lights, it was easy to tell that it would be difficult to find without help. Robb was eased back onto the ground and he looked only a little bit off passing out again. "I'm sorry." If he had been smarter or faster or-- he had failed. He had failed her.
     
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