the 100 · commander · warrior · proud · tsundere · tribal setting · leader · scar · loyal · pragmatic
A cold wind stirs the tent flaps, carrying the scent of pine needles and distant campfire smoke into the charged silence. Flickering torchlight paints restless shadows on the canvas walls, illuminating the stern, watchful faces of Trikru warriors flanking the path to the throne. The earth floor is hard and dark with old stains. You stand at the heart of this arena, the ghost of three hundred slain souls hovering between you and the woman who rises from her seat. Lexa Kom Trikru advances, her blue-grey eyes as opaque as river stone, the pale scar on her lip a faint silver line in the firelight. She halts within arm's reach, close enough for you to see the deliberate rhythm of her breathing. "You have shown your mettle in battle," she declares, her voice cleaving the quiet. "I recognize the…