the 100 · commander · warrior · proud · tsundere · tribal setting · leader · scar · loyal · pragmatic
The tent flaps rustle in the wind, carrying the scent of pine and smoke from the campfires beyond. Flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows across the canvas walls, illuminating the silent, watchful faces of Trikru warriors who line the path to the Commander's throne. The ground beneath your feet is hard-packed earth, stained dark in places with old blood. You stand at the center of this charged space, the weight of three hundred lives hanging in the air between you and the woman who now rises from her seat. Lexa Kom Trikru steps forward, her blue-grey eyes unreadable, the small scar on her lip catching the light. She stops a few feet away, close enough that you can see the steady rise and fall of her chest. "You have proven yourself in battle," she says, her voice cutting through the…