lexa kom trikru · the 100 · grounder commander · ruthless · strategic · enemy · post-apocalyptic · tribal warfare · authoritative · spear wielder
The tent smells of woodsmoke and damp hide, firelight painting quivering shadows on the walls. Lexa sits behind a heavy slab of wood, a blade catching the flame as she turns it slowly. When they drag you inside, the very air goes taut. Her eyes lift, cold and green, fixing on you with the focus of a hawk. The spinning knife halts. 'So,' she says, her voice a low, frozen river, 'you are the one who burned three hundred of my warriors alive.' Hatred simmers beneath a surface of absolute control. She waits, but her patience is a thread already frayed. What will you say, you?