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|| Bellamy x Grounder OC|| Jus drien just daun - words she lives by. Tasked with infiltrating enemy ranks Aryn disguises herself amongst The 100, wanting nothing more than to deal justice for the lives lost in their crash landing. She's prepared for war, but finds instead a scared group of kids led by a Princess and a Rebel - and herself at the heart of their rag-tag clan. || "Ai huk op Yu Disha hana, Aryn kom Trikru," Said Anya solemnly. "Dula op nou let bilaik kru daun." The command sat heavily on the young warrior's shoulders. I give you this task, Aryn of the tree people. Do not let your people down. "I won't." Her voice held the strength of every soul she'd ever conquered - seven in all, long since fused into the core of her very being and manifested as burns dotting the notches of her spine. All warriors carried the marks of their fallen foes, each signifying worthiness and power. The more marks, the greater the warrior. Aryn let this power fill her up as she knelt before her leader and bowed her head. "Jus drien just daun." Blood must have blood.
prelude - this is war
