Freedom (RP)
tribalciara:
Free from slavery and it was almost ended by some river monster. Figures.
What was that thing, anyway? She wondered, ripping out a chunk of its meat. Were these the reason the old men forbade them from venturing to the River? She shook her head: surrendering to the Legion was… one thing, if cowardly. But monsters with some scream attack? They could have handled that.
What to do now, she wondered. She wasn’t taught much as Legion slave about the world, but she knew Caesar was at war with a people on the other side of the Colorado. An ‘Enseeare’ she recalled.She wondered if they a union of tribes and slaves as well. One giant tribe? It just started to occur to her that all she knew about Caesar’s enemies was that they were strong enough to fight Caesar.
Still, anything that could potentially weaken the Legion was good enough, she supposed. The Legion going down was a necessary step for the tribe’s rebirth.
Probably should get rid of this, she thought, looking down at her Legion armor. It had served her well during her escape, but if people here hated the Legion, it’d cause trouble. She didn’t want enemies right away: she needed to at least learn where there was good game to hunt and who the tribes of the land were. She figured no harm in holding onto the machete, though.
Her eyes narrowed as she saw a humanoid figure moving. Another screaming monster? No, it looked more humanoid. Just in case she reached for her last throwing spear.
Better safe than sorry, she figured.
Bera traipsed along the edge of the cliff that overlooked the River, her eyes passively scanning the water below while she unconsciously fumbled with the dogtags in her left hand. The light of the morning sun sharply reflected off the surf, piercing the woman’s eyes. Bera ignored the stinging and continued to watch the small waves that would occasionally make their way to shore.
As her glance followed them, she spotted a figure along the barren coast. Instinctively, she dropped onto the rocky surface beneath her, and shielded her eyes to get a better look at the person in the distance. She contemplated reaching for her rifle, to look through the scope, but was concerned that any additional movements might draw attention to herself. It was bad enough that she had been so careless before— it was entirely possible Bera had already been seen, and given the location she was in, that would inevitably mean trouble. She snorted, aggravated by her carelessness. Of all the places to take a leisurely stroll, Legion territory wasn’t the most pristine place to do it in.
The woman continued to keep a close watch, searching for any details as to who this individual might be, and how much of a potential threat they were to Bera. Light refracted off of the shoulderguards on the person’s armor as they ripped apart a lakelurk. Legion, great she thought to herself contemptuously.
Upon closer inspection, however, the person did not seem like the average Legionnaire that would found be patrolling around the River. His hair was disheveled, and much longer than that of the average Recruit. Furthermore, scavenging for food was even more unusual. Maybe he had been exiled, or had run out of rations. Regardless, the likelihood of there being other soldiers with him was unlikely, meaning it’d be safe for her to get a closer look.
Slowly, Bera crawled over the edge of the cliff, and dropped down onto a lower outcropping, repeating the process until she finally hit the sand below. Placing her hand onto her cleaver, the woman cautiously approached the soldier.
