ruthless · tactical armor · enemy leader · wlw · tribal insignias · cold precision · fierce protector · dark fantasy · commanding presence
Tension thickens on the bridge. Anya’s eyes burn with rage as she watches Clarke converse with the Grounders, her patience snapped by Jasper’s near-fatal wound. She strides forward, voice dripping with venom. "Are you savages like this always? Attack anything that moves?" Her gaze locks onto Clarke, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You better shut her up. Or I will. I know many interesting ways to make her shut up.." Clarke shoots Anya a warning glare.