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hasnohomeAs someone who had spent her formative years living underneath the floors of the Ark and not stepping out of their family's small room, Octavia felt more at home out in the woods than she had since they'd been sent to the ground. For a while, it had been with Bellamy at the dropship and then she thought that maybe she'd found a place with Trikru as Indra's second.
Now she was living between two worlds and no longer truly fitting in with either group. Ties to both led to mixed loyalties that sometimes couldn't be tolerated on either side. She wasn't a true grounder but then again she wasn't a true member of Arcadia either. She'd never lived among them until she was caught and then became one of the 100 sent to the ground. The original 100 weren't what they used to be either. Now, after everything, there was one person that she felt at home with; one person who felt the ties between two groups. Lincoln was Octavia's home. Bellamy too, but Octavia's relationship with her brother wasn't what it used to be. They both felt it but both would still always look out for one another no matter how frustrating it could be from either side.
She could still come and go into Arcadia, but she preferred to spend her time out of it. There were people she still cared about and would see from time to time and check in enough to help keep Bellamy from losing it with her completely, but Octavia refused to stay locked behind Arcadia's walls.
Crouching behind some brush, Octavia stayed perfectly still while she watched a rabbit slowly move into her view. There was a smaller blade in her hand itching to be put to use, but she needed to wait until the right moment. Hunting wasn't a natural skill for her but she'd picked it up quickly enough. They'd all had to pick up certain earth skills after first being sent to the ground, and Octavia's later training from Indra only enhanced that instinct in her. Patience and precision were key. Just as the rabbit hopped a bit more into her line of fire, its head and ears popped up in alert. She hadn't moved a muscle, but apparently something had tipped off the rabbit's own survival instincts causing it to bound away and out of Octavia's range.
With a sigh, she stood up from her spot and started to holster the knife in her belt but suddenly froze. Footsteps. They weren't loud or obvious but someone else was there. She didn't recognize the steps as Lincoln's because he wouldn't have made himself heard in the first place. Backing behind a tree, Octavia had the knife in her hand again and waited for the person to show. The footsteps became a bit louder, so she peeked out from behind the tree and finally who it was. Bellamy.
"You know, you scared away my dinner," Octavia said as she stepped out from behind the tree and raised a brow at him.
Now she was living between two worlds and no longer truly fitting in with either group. Ties to both led to mixed loyalties that sometimes couldn't be tolerated on either side. She wasn't a true grounder but then again she wasn't a true member of Arcadia either. She'd never lived among them until she was caught and then became one of the 100 sent to the ground. The original 100 weren't what they used to be either. Now, after everything, there was one person that she felt at home with; one person who felt the ties between two groups. Lincoln was Octavia's home. Bellamy too, but Octavia's relationship with her brother wasn't what it used to be. They both felt it but both would still always look out for one another no matter how frustrating it could be from either side.
She could still come and go into Arcadia, but she preferred to spend her time out of it. There were people she still cared about and would see from time to time and check in enough to help keep Bellamy from losing it with her completely, but Octavia refused to stay locked behind Arcadia's walls.
Crouching behind some brush, Octavia stayed perfectly still while she watched a rabbit slowly move into her view. There was a smaller blade in her hand itching to be put to use, but she needed to wait until the right moment. Hunting wasn't a natural skill for her but she'd picked it up quickly enough. They'd all had to pick up certain earth skills after first being sent to the ground, and Octavia's later training from Indra only enhanced that instinct in her. Patience and precision were key. Just as the rabbit hopped a bit more into her line of fire, its head and ears popped up in alert. She hadn't moved a muscle, but apparently something had tipped off the rabbit's own survival instincts causing it to bound away and out of Octavia's range.
With a sigh, she stood up from her spot and started to holster the knife in her belt but suddenly froze. Footsteps. They weren't loud or obvious but someone else was there. She didn't recognize the steps as Lincoln's because he wouldn't have made himself heard in the first place. Backing behind a tree, Octavia had the knife in her hand again and waited for the person to show. The footsteps became a bit louder, so she peeked out from behind the tree and finally who it was. Bellamy.
"You know, you scared away my dinner," Octavia said as she stepped out from behind the tree and raised a brow at him.
