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"hos op. osir're relinquo gon skaikru castra," lexa said as she walks into alex's tent. one of the skaikru people had killed 18 of their people. they were gonna pay. (hurry up. we're leaving for the sky people camp.)
she put her bow and arrow on her back and her knife on her hip. the knife she was given by lincoln. the handle in swirls at the end, right before the blade. she had the knife since she could remember. it was before her first battle. lincoln had gifted her the knife as the young girl was leaving. just incase, he had told her. she kept it with her ever since.
the warpaint surrounding her eyes made her look scarier than usual. it surrounded them, going out on the sides, on her temples, toward her hair. it was her wings. her signature warpaint. she was the mockingjay. she gave her people hope when things got bad in war and she knew what to do. she always won her fights and her enemy was almost always dead. if not dead, then horribly injured.
she nodded at the commander and walked towards after her. she headed towards the horse she was going to be riding. almost the entire army was going to be there. following behind lexa, for justice.
when they arrived it was light still. they looked intimidating. one by one pouring out of the woods. the people started setting up the tents around the camp that the sky people had claimed as theirs. a big structure was in the middle, she guessed it was the one from space. like the one the 100 came down in.
"nou get yu daun," alex spoke from her spot beside the commander after a long silence. "osir'll ge chit osir factum hit gon."(don't worry, we"ll get what we came here for.)
she was standing to the right side of the commander, indra on the other. her hands behind her back watch the entrance of the tent.
"ai'm nou sollicitus, mix fessi gon," she glared at the entrance as a blonde girl walked in, with one of our warriors following behind her. (i'm not worried, just tired of waiting.)
she stood up straighter, looking even more scarier. the girl looked around as she slowly walked towards the commander. she looked scared, intimidated. good; she should be.
the commander was twirling her knife in her hand staring down at it. she didn't look up at the young blonde women as her lips moved intimidatingly, "you're the one who burned three hundred of my warriors alive." it was slow- she was mad. three hundred of her people had been killed.
