WHO: Mount Weather vs Ulric's Werewolves WHEN: August 29. 2150 WHERE: Surrounding Mount Weather WHAT: Fight fight fight! STATUS: Please reply under the sections. If you have questions, direct them here. WARNINGS: Probably goes without saying that there will be lots of blood, gore, death, injuries.
The day had been spent making preparations, scouting the perimeter and finding more and more Grounders approaching. Before the sun set, there had been somewhere around one hundred Grounders sighted, lining up, putting themselves in position to best attack Mount Weather. Truthfully, all they needed was to see one human being to go into a ravenous rage and seek to rip them apart. That was the problem with this Curse, once the werewolf took over, there was nothing to stop you from acting on it. Reasoning with them would come before or after, but the Grounders were in no mood to talk. They sat around old campfires, filing their nails or filling their bellies with meat. They'd need their strength tonight.
Ulric had promised them the mountain. Most just wanted the Sky People to pay for everything they'd done since arriving in their lands, taking it over as if they owned it. They abandoned the planet when it needed them the most. They left the Grounders to suffer and struggle for a hundred years, and then decided to drop down when it was convenient for them. When they were confronted with their acts of war, they'd turned on Anya and her team, unloading their weapons on a guard who had not been ordered to attack, but to protect their leader. When the Grounders retaliated, they blew up the bridge and many of their people with it.
And yet, they claimed to come in peace.
Commander Lexa may have wanted to get into bed with the Sky People, but it was their loyalty to her alone that forced them to heed the call last year. Some of these warriors were from Tondc, where some of the Sky People have slaughtered eighteen of their own, mostly young and elderly. People who were no threat to them and had been rounded up like herds of horses. He'd cut them down with his machine of war and then the Sky People tried to keep him from his punishment. The blonde one, their leader, had taken away their retribution by killing him herself, a simple mercy kill that left the Grounders thirsting for justice.
Ulric had promised them blood, he promised them vengeance, and he had given them all the power to take it. Children left parent-less volunteered. Mothers who lost children. Warriors who lost their seconds. Each sickening moment that went by brought them closer to jus drein jus daun. They may not look it now, with their waxy skin and sick pallor, but they were a force to be reckoned with, and they could not wait.
The moon began to rise in a cloudless sky. The pink of dusk eased to purple and finally deep blue. The moon was fat and heavy, and the sudden snap-crack-howl cacophony of bones and pain signified the beginning of the war. This would end, one way or another, tonight.