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Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by Lexa, Oct 3, 2017.

  1. Lexa

    Lexa The 100

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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Chief of the Guard
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Werewolf
    Age:
    20(+1)
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
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    Sept 12th || @Clarke Griffin
    Things were a little insane, moreso than usual. Not only had she dealt with a potentially deadly outbreak of some weird alien goop, they had managed to rid the children's home and surrounding area only for arsonists to burn it down. With her Governor still inside. Not to mention dealing with an awol baby bird, her duties as Chief of the Guard and learning how to be a werewolf from her Alpha, there was never a dull moment.

    Her first full moon had been rough. The pain she had experienced during her first shift to kick start her healing had been nothing compared to the pain during the full moon which made her jaw feel like it had been shattered into a thousand pieces. She could have shifted by herself but she had her alpha. Laura Hale who had given her the Bite and saved her life had been by her side during the full moon. In her heightened, aggressive state, she had growled, snapped, writhed - but she had not taken a life. Under Laura's leadership she was slowly learning the werewolf ways including control.

    Lexa found that if she resisted her wolf and thought of it as an invader, she had more trouble than if she accepted the wolf and treated it as part of herself. Which the wolf now was. An entwined with Lexa as Lexa was with the wolf. No telling how grateful although Laura could probably smell it off her.

    Today she was doing a quick round of the bay, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Just after lunch and she'd downed a sandwhich and a bottle of water, nothing too major. While Lexa was a weapon herself, she still carried her swords on her back, the dagger on her hip. As chief of the guard she needed to look the part and make sure others would think twice about doing something like a crime or try to pick a fight. She'd had enough fighting to last her a lifetime now and being a werewolf she had to take more care than if she had been human.

    She'd heard rather than seen some young kids throwing something at a building. Judging from the cracking sounds it appeared to be eggs. As Lexa made her way towards the sounds, the kids took one look at her and bolted. Sure enough, eggs had been thrown at - her heart sank. The building was the medical bay Clarke had set up before she had lost her memory and then disappeared. The smell of fresh anti-septic and a hint of strawberry and fresh grass lingered in her senses. Walking towards the building's front door, Lexa opened it up. "Hello?"
     
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  2. Clarke Griffin

    Clarke Griffin The 100

    Posts:
    81
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Doctor/Healer
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    18
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link
    The people in the bay had been very friendly thus far and had been very welcoming as well. Clarke had learned a lot from them about Pandora and how it seemed to work. She also learned that the bay was ruled over by a strong leader, a woman no less. This leader had gained a lot of respect from the people and had brought stability to what Clarke learned to have been an unstable and sometimes harsh environment. Clarke hoped to one day met this woman in charge or at least one of her aids to discuss the medical situation on the island. However, for now at least, Clarke has had her fill of playing in the big political arena. She had gotten enough of it back home. First, it was the young group of people that came known as the 100 that were struggling for leadership.

    Which was not surprising given the fact that most of them had been locked up for most of their lives for one good reason or another. Murders and thieves alike. They were the scum of the Ark and that was why they were the first to be dropped onto the surface like yesterday's trash. They were to be guinea pigs to see if the surface of the earth was survivable. Well, there was no radiation that was for sure. Clarke and the rest of them had to worry about other threats. Not only from within but from the natives of the earth that came to be known as grounders. At the start Clarke thought that it was rough dealing with the inner politics of a group of cut throats and asshats. But then the grounders came into the picture and this got a lot bigger and a lot tougher. In those early days. Clarke had so much home in the fact that humanity had managed to survive the harshness of nuclear winter. She hoped beyond all home that society had grown back to it's original stay and that they could help her band of misfits adjust to their new situation. Unfortunately, Clarke turned out to be wrong...very VERY wrong.

    What followed were things that no one could have imagined in their worse nightmare back on the Ark. So much death and blood shed all because of petty schemes and rules that dictated honor and sacrifice as things that were good rather than bad. Clarke fought so hard against the system. But then Mount Weather happened and once again things changed and not for the better. After the incident on that mountain. Clarke decided that she was not going to change the system. She was just going to run and hide from the world and hope that some greater power would forgive her for her sins. No forgiveness came and once again. Clarke found herself thrust back into the game by forces that were not of her doing...but of Lexa's. The great commander of the grounders and someone Clarke came to...love deeply. With the commanders ear and heart. Clarke once more tried to change the world for the better. She tried to impose her moral high ground upon everyone and justified it to herself by thinking that it was for the greater good. But, as always, something far worse had been waiting in the shadows. This one far worse than anything that had came before it...even Mount weather.

    But once more Clarke proved herself capable of the challenge and managed to defeat a great enemy. At least she hoped that it was defeated anyway. Clarke was pulled here before she could know or realize the full outcome of her actions. She just hoped that her love ones back home learned the truth as Clarke had come to know it. The world was not healed after all and was in far worse condition than anyone thought. Clarke prayed every night that something was being done about the situation back home. Until she was returned there by whatever power controlled this place. Clarke lived her life the best way she could and carried on the work her predecessor left off when they were pulled from here.

    The clinic was still a little rough around the edges. However, Clarke was working on smoothing those edges out and was working on getting the place in top condition. She had been out back of the clinic, picking plants she hoped would have medical uses. When she heard hits on the side of the walls that sounded like breaking egg shells. By the time Clarke had cleaned herself up and had gone to investigate. The sounds had stopped and she heard a very familiar voice call out from the front of the clinic. When Clarke entered the room. Her eyes set upon the image of Lexa. Someone Clarke knew to be dead and gone. Someone she had seen die before her very eyes. Lexa could not be here...how could she be here? "No, Lexa...it can't be you. I saw you die. You died in my arms. You can't be here....you just...can't..." It was yet another death that Clarke had blamed herself for and one she so badly wanted to change for the better.

    The young blonde fell silent as she took in every inch of the woman that stood before her. Clarke was trying to find any sign...any scrap of evidence that proved that this was not the real Lexa. Or any sign that this was indeed the real Lexa back from the dead. Clarke could only stand and hope that she was really real and really here with her once again.
     
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  3. Lexa

    Lexa The 100

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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Chief of the Guard
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Werewolf
    Age:
    20(+1)
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
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    Her scent hit her directly in her senses and she almost recoiled. This was not an old scent but more fresh, more potent and she could feel her heart skip another beat with the realization. Lexa could also smell confusion and she knew even before Clarke spoke that this was not the Clarke who had arrived months ago. For one there was no hatred lingering in her eyes.

    "I know of my fate and the fate of my nightbloods." Lexa informed her with slight emotion in the words and her eyes. "Pandora is fickle. It likes to bring in people from different points of their lives. In my case it was before I died. In your case, I'm dead." She knew she had to be careful. One good thing about being a wolf was her senses and she could help direct the conversation to something less painful if needed. She'd yearned to be forgiven, to be by her side once more. The love she had didn't diminish with time.

    "I am alive, Clarke. You are too. This is real, this world is real. I'm real. You're real." She had to tread carefully. How long had she been in Pandora for? Was she aware of anything this world was known for? Lexa was human the last time they saw each other. Since Clarke had vanished and Lexa threw herself into guard duties which lead to her eventual almost death and subsequent turn into a werewolf. How do you tell the one you loved that you were a different species? She started to wish she had asked Laura about it, surely her Alpha would have an idea.

    Instead she walked closer to Clarke, her scent becoming stronger and more intense. With one hand, she reached forth to gently touch her cheek, to further show that this was not a dream or hallucination and that she certainly wasn't a ghost or spirit. "I've missed you so much, Clarke." Her voice was full of grief and emotion, heightened by her wolf.
     
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  4. Clarke Griffin

    Clarke Griffin The 100

    Posts:
    81
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Doctor/Healer
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    18
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link
    Clarke heard Lexa's words. But she did not pay them any real concentration. She was just in a state of shock right now. The last time Clarke even spoke to Lexa. They were back in Polis in her bedchamber talking about how they were going to change the world for the better. Blood must not have blood and all that stuff. They then shared a passionate night together and Clarke was beyond happy for the first time ever in her life. Little did she or Lexa know that in the morning everything would change...but for the worse for both of them. Not everyone wanted change. It had been blood for blood for decades and had become a tradition, a tradition that someone would not let die. The man's name was Titus and he was one of Lexa's trusted advisors. He burst into Lexa's room that morning with the intention of killing Clarke. Because she was the one that was bringing about this change and weakening Lexa's position among her people.

    Titus even added insult to injury and choice a gun as his weapon to kill Clarke. The grounders consider guns dishonorable and had even led to the nuclear fire that consumed the earth almost a millenia ago. To use a gun was considered a crime and was punishable by death. That was how much Titus blamed Clarke for the changes that were happening and it was how much she hated her for it. Titus was willing to risk dishonorment and death all in the hope that things would stay the same for everyone. He would have succeeded as well if it had not been for Lexa who came into the room rather suddenly and took Titus by surprise. He spun around and pulled the trigger without even realizing it. He just reacted on impulse. An impulse that robbed Clarke of her happiness forever. She tried to save Lexa. But the wound was too much for her medical knowledge and experience to handle. It was point blank gunshot to the chest and no matter what Clarke tried to do. Lexa's fate had been sealed the moment she stepped in through the door.

    The young blonde did not even have time to grief the loss. Because things moved so fast after Lexa's death. One thing after the other seemed to go wrong and led Clarke down a path that was full of horror and tough choices. All of which seemed to led here to Pandora and to Cascade bay.

    When Lexa stepped forward. Clarke stepped back a single step. Still unsure what exactly was happening right now. She had come to know that Pandora was a strange place since she arrived here. But Clarke still did not truly understand how fickle and sadistic Pandora could be.

    Because in a sense this was sadistic. A long lost love, one Clarke had lost in her very arms, was here right now before her eyes. Talking as if nothing had happened or did happen just at a different time. Right now Clarke was just so confused. She was not sure what to feel or how to react. When Lexa reached out and touched Clarke's cheek. She gasped inwardly and then trembled subtly. The gentle touch was enough to ignite Clarke's love for the woman that was stood before her right now. So much so a single tear of joy slowly trickled down Clarke's untouch cheek. "I...just...Lexa. I've missed you so much." Clarke's words came out as a tender whisper that was full of love and yet so full of confusion. Without even thinking about it. Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa's waist and pulled her into a tight and warm embrace. As if she was a soldiers wife that had been reunited with her husband after he had spent so many months away in battle.
     
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  5. Lexa

    Lexa The 100

    Posts:
    110
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Chief of the Guard
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Werewolf
    Age:
    20(+1)
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Lexa had to be careful. Any wrong word or movement could shatter what was between them. The air itself was fragile, ready to tear apart at a moments notice. When she breathed in, the deep inhalation of air told her many things; Clarke hadn't been here long not to mention her emotions. Unsure at first and the wolf couldn't blame her too much for it - she would have felt the same way in her position. Without Pandora's intervention, she would be dead. She'd already done that song and dance yet Clarke, this Clarke before her, hadn't.

    She needed to be the guiding hand and help her should Clarke allow it. She wouldn't use her abilities to manipulate her either and in time, when things settled down, she might reveal her wolf. Until then that was a secret that had to be kept. If this place was overwhelming as it was, the revelation of her being a werewolf might send her over the edge.

    With her hand gentle against her cheek, Lexa felt the warmth flow through the tips of her fingers. Joy and confusion wrapped up into one wafted into her senses, that single tear confirmation even if she had been without those heightened senses. And then when Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa and pulled her close, Lexa returned the embrace with a tight hold. She had missed Clarke so much that her heart felt like it was torn into pieces. With the knowledge she might never see her again made everything that much worse and she had tried to move on. Tried to make a life for herself here.

    Becoming chief of the guard, having a home, looking after a baby bird by the name of Robin. Things were so different compared to back home, even Polis had nothing on Cascade Bay. The only waters she had seen at home at been the rivers flowing through Trikru. Here was an entire beach with waves. Though she felt like she hardly belonged here, this was still home. Hopefully Clarke cound find a piece of home here as well.

    "I never stopped missing you." Lexa murmured, inhaling Clarke's scent, her jaw resting against Clarke's shoulder. "We are both here now and with any luck we won't be parted for a long time to come." Lexa only pulled back her head slightly to look deep into Clarke's eyes. "You do still want that?" Lexa questioned, beneath the question was another; you do still want me?
     
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  6. Clarke Griffin

    Clarke Griffin The 100

    Posts:
    81
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Doctor/Healer
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    18
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link
    As Clarke stayed in Lexa's embrace. She started to question why this was happening to her? Why had she been given this second chance? Not only in Pandora. But with her one true love. To start over in a place that seemed to have a well established society and government was one thing. But to start over again with the one person that touches your soul in a way no one else could understand? Granted, Clarke had been 'in love' before. Way back when the 100 first landed on earth. The man's name was Finn and he was the stereotypical bad boy.

    The one that broke all the rules and managed to get away with it because of his impish yet charming grin and swagger. He pushed Clarke so many times to do the wrong thing because it was the right thing to do. But, Clarke never gave in. She stayed true to her morals and true to herself...at least for a time. After a while and after the first few losses of their group. Clarke started to question her morality when faced with certain death at every turn. It got to the point where she started to see Finn's point of view. It was not a question of doing the right thing because it was the right thing to do.

    It became a question of survival and what one person was willing to do in order to survive. When faced with that cold hard fact. Right and wrong did not matter anymore. What mattered was what one felt and what they could do to feel alive and enjoy it while it lasted. Clarke enjoyed Finn and Finn enjoyed Clarke...until Raven came into the picture. Raven was Finn's girlfriend. A relationship he failed to mention because he thought he would never see her again. But it was clear from the start. That Raven loved Finn...so much so she repaired an ancient escape pod on the ark and risked the flight down to earth just to be with him once again. Clarke tried to ignore her feelings and focused on other things. But she kept coming back to Finn and eventually decided to settled with him no matter who it upset or pissed off. However, one thing led to another, and Clarke ended up killing Finn. Better for him to have died by her hand than that of the grounders who would have skinned him alive if given the chance. Clarke could not see Finn die that way and so made the hard choice. The first of so many it turned out.

    As Clarke started to question this chance of a lifetime. She met Lexa's gaze as she posed her question within a question. Lexa was not all that good when it came to subtlety or hiding her intention. She was very to the point and never minced her words or her meanings. Given her position and her upbringing it was not that much of a surprise. A great leader could not be heard saying one thing and then do the exact opposite of what they said they were going to do. It would show weakness and confusion. Two things that the Commander could not have when it came to the greater good of all of the clans of the grounders.

    "I want that more than anything, Lexa. But I just...need time. I'm so confused about so many things. This place is so new to me. I can't help but think that this is all a dream and one day I'll wake up back home. Dealing with the aftermath of ALLIE and your people's politics." Clarke could not help but think of the people she left back home and the news she learned just before she killed the AI that was ALLIE. She hoped beyond all hope that, somehow, they too had learned the harsh truth that Clarke had come to learn. They needed to have learned it. Otherwise, the nuclear reactors of earth would meltdown and bring about a second nuclear storm that would make the first one look like a drizzle on a Sunday afternoon. "But, if this is not a dream and this is real. Then, Why? Why have we been given this chance over anyone else? The chance to start over again in a place untouched by nuclear fire and bloodshed. Why us? Over anyone else?" As far as Clarke was concerned. There was more deserving people back home that could use this second chance to build a life for themselves. People that were more innocent and with less blood soaking their very soul.
     
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  7. Lexa

    Lexa The 100

    Posts:
    110
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Chief of the Guard
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Werewolf
    Age:
    20(+1)
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
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    The love she had for the other woman could not be summed up in a few words. Clarke meant everything to her, more than what she should have and more than what Lexa deserved. Lexa was of the earth, of the trees, trikru with Clarke from the skies, the heavens, skaikru. Earth meeting sky, earth existing with sky, earth needing sky. Words that meant little to her over a year ago now held meaning. She understood a lot more compared to when she first arrived and while she still appeared to be the savage warrior, there was so much more to her than that.

    "If you woke up back home then you wouldn't remember any of this." She motioned to indicate the medical center, Pandora, their interactions, everything. She could smell Clarke's confusion, it was almost overpowering to her senses and all she wanted to do was sooth that away. "However I understand your confusion, your emotions, your thoughts. This place, it does things." Lexa gently shook her head and tilted her head back so that her eyes gazed upon the ceiling.

    There were valid points there and she had felt the same way months ago. Why her? Out of all of them, Lexa was the one with the most blood on her hands with Clarke coming in close and that wasn't something to boast about. She supposed the only good thing about the number was that it was too many and so her back could not be marred with her kill count like most Grounders. "I do not have the answer to that. No-one here does. It's as if we're picked by random. But I have long since given up questioning it." As harsh as it was, she had to. She'd spent months questioning it, wondering, thinking and above all, half the time she had been tempted to throw herself off the cliff.

    "What I do know is that I never stopped loving you or wishing you were here. For me this is my second chance. Without it I'd be dead. I know some wish it was still my fate. Even I sometimes wonder if it would be better I was dead than alive." The emotion she felt slipped through, the time spent in Pandora, the time not being a Commander, the safety feeling she had while in Clarke's presence, it all allowed her to speak the words without holding them back. "You're a healer, Clarke. I know you don't always believe that. What we did, we had to do. To survive. But there are people here that could use your skills. The Bay doesn't have that many in the way of healers."
     
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  8. Clarke Griffin

    Clarke Griffin The 100

    Posts:
    81
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Doctor/Healer
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    18
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link
    Lexa's answer to Clarke's question just confused her even more. This place took people at random and if they ever did return they would not have any memory of this place. That just did not make any sense to Clarke and it slightly unnerved her to know that she might have been here before. In fact, she had a strong feeling that she had been here before. Just did not remember it or her time here. That more than anything else made her feel confused and somewhat afraid. She had not been truly afraid in a long time. Not since Jasper got hit in the chest by a grounder spear and the group realized for the first time that they were not alone on earth. Granted, there had been other times where Clarke felt scared and felt so terrified to her core that she could not breath let alone do anything else. But, on those occasions, she was more concerned with survival and looking out for those she had come to care a great deal about.

    The scared feelings and emotions that Clarke felt at the time just seemed to be pushed away and something else took over. Even now, Clarke was not sure what to call it. Was it courage? Confidence? Determination? None of the terms seemed to have any real sense or meaning as far as Clarke was concerned. All she knew at the time was the great need to survive. A need so powerful she did whatever needed to be done to protect herself and her own people. It was this survival instinct that had motivated Clarke so many times in the past and had even inspired her to do questionably moral things. There was a long while there where Clarke blamed herself for all of it. She thought herself as weak because she gave into such base emotions such as envy, jealousy, and even revenge.

    Clarke justified her actions at the time. But they were more excuses that justifications. She knew that at her core. She was capable of dark things. Things that were too morbid and too dark to really explore or look into too closely. Clarke knew she was a monster on some level. However, after sometime alone. Clarke had begun to embrace this side of herself and even started to adapt it into her personality. She was strong in many ways and she was determined enough to see things through until the end. No matter what needed to be done to see it through to the end. She had proven that at Mount Weather and just recently with ALLIE. Clarke was a predator and a strong one at that. She no longer denied it anymore. She embraced it like Lexa had done. Although, Clarke knew enough about the grounders and Lexa herself to know that she was a slightly different predator. But a predator all the same. One that many respected and followed in leadership for years.

    When Lexa mentioned that Clarke was a healer. She turned her gaze to the ground and shook her head from side to side. "Healers don't kill people, Lexa. They help people and don't let their dark impulses dictate their actions. I stopped being a healer a long time ago. I'm just like you now, Lexa. We are two halves of the same triangle. We know what needs to be done when faced with difficult choices. We make the hard choices and deal with them because that's what other people expect from us. Because we're capable of living with ourselves after the fact and other people are just too weak or too blind to see the truth of things as we see it." Clarke's voice was cold, almost distant. It was far different tone than that of the young woman Lexa had met all those moons ago. The young blonde had changed so much since then it would be scary to those that knew her best. People like Lexa.

    As she carried on with her trail of thought. Clarke returned her gaze back upon Lexa's facial features as she shook her head once more. "You are better off alive, Lexa. The world needs you...I bet even this one needs you more than it needs me. I've tried to help people in the past and all I have ever got in return is pain. I no longer want to help people. I just want to be left alone and have my quiet little corner to myself. It could even be a place we share together." It was clear by Clarke's under tones that she did not truly mean what she said. Deep down. She was still that sky princess that wanted to help. That strong and confident young woman that wanted to fix the broken world she found herself in. It was just that young and bright woman had gotten lost in a sea of pain, anger, and despair. All directed inward upon herself rather than upon anyone or anything outside of herself and outside of her life.
     
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  9. Lexa

    Lexa The 100

    Posts:
    110
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Chief of the Guard
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Werewolf
    Age:
    20(+1)
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
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    Clarke's emotions were almost overwhelming to the beta wolf. Had she not been taught as thoroughly by her alpha than she would have been in the gripes of her emotions rather than being able to pull back. While they might have been two halves, Lexa knew Clarke was not like her. She had to adapt to the harsh way of life on the ground but that didn't just erase a lifetime of instinct.

    "We are more than out actions, Clarke. In time you will see that. Our world was harsh and we did what we had to in order to survive. If I didn't kill to become Commander then you and your people might have been killed the moment you landed back on Earth." Lexa's voice was firm like iron, showing how much she believed in her words and weren't saying it just to hear her own voice. "I need you. I've always needed you." She added, her gaze not once wavering.

    Taking half a step back, she continued. "A place we share together sounds nice." Lexa nodded - just being near Clarke was enough for her if she was honest with herself. That wasn't the reason for her taking that half step back. She needed to be able to move without accidentally hitting Clarke. Why did she need to move? She was about to prove a point. That Clarke's instinct was to help, not to hurt and to do that she needed to do something most would consider to be stupid. "But you are wrong about you being a killer. Your instinct is to help protect."

    Her hand reached for her dagger and she pulled it free. Swiftly she pressed the metal blade into the skin of her arm and cut deep enough to draw blood. With a hiss of pain through her teeth, Lexa forced the cut to remain open, stopping her ability to heal the wound as quickly as it had appeared. This was about showing the woman she loved that she wasn't a monster, not letting her know that the captain of the guard was no longer human.

    ((ooc// wanna do a thread where Clarke finds out Lexa is a werewolf? How would she react to that? :O ))
     
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  10. Clarke Griffin

    Clarke Griffin The 100

    Posts:
    81
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Doctor/Healer
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    18
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link
    Clarke wanted to believe Lexa's words. She wanted to believe that she was still a healer and that she did want to help others. But, there was a part of Clarke that doubted herself. She had just seen and experienced too much over the past year or so. No one could go through all of that stuff and not be changed by it. Clarke had seen so much pain and death in her young life. Too much for a young person. She had seen dear friends and loved ones go through suffering just so she was protected from harm. She had even killed someone she loved just to save them from a fate worse than death. Clarke had done so many things she thought were not possible back on the Ark. She had discovered things about herself she did not like or wanted to know about herself. All thanks to being part of the original one hundred. Back then.

    It was a death sentence. At least that's what everyone thought. The original group of one hundred criminals were being sent to the surface to die. But, instead, they survived and proved that the earth was habitable. At least to a degree. The earth itself had recovered from the first nuclear storm. However, humanity was still broken. In fact, it turned out that humanity had returned to a tribal society and politics were dictated in blood and not by fair process. Clarke learned the political stands pretty quickly and she realized early on what needed to be done in order to survive. That was why she manipulate the situation when she first met Lexa. Clarke was just trying to look out for herself and her people while holding back the savages of earth.

    But, over time, Clarke came to realize that Lexa was more than a savage. She was more than just the most powerful warrior and the strongest leader. She was a young person just like Clarke had been given tough choices to make and she made them without remorse and strong resolve. Deep down. Lexa was just a scared young woman doing what she had to do in order to survive and to protect her people. There was also something else. Lexa seemed to have a natural ability to see people for who they were. She saw into people's souls and could tell what made the tick. Clarke did not know how she developed this ability. Maybe it came from years of violence? Or years of dealing with political ploys and agendas? The how or the why didn't really matter to Clarke. All she knew was that when she looked into Lexa's eyes. She saw a kindred spirit looking back at her. That was the main reason why Clarke loved Lexa so much. It was why they were destined to be together. At least in this dimension anyway.

    Clarke was about to step forward and kiss Lexa after her first few words. But, the commander then took a half step back and decided to prove her point. When the blade came out. Clarke's breath hitched in her mouth and she watched with slight horror. As Lexa cut into her own arm. It was not a shallow cut either. It was deep into the flesh. Clarke reacted quickly and grabbed Lexa by the arm. She then applied a lot of pressure to the wound in the hope that the blood flow would at least slow down.

    Clarke then pulled Lexa over to a nearby table with assorted medical supplies. She then worked quickly and used what she had at hand to patch the cut up. It would be grude and somewhat rough around the edges. But, by the time Clarke was finished. The wound had been sealed and the blood had stopped flowing. "Well, at least you can add another scar to the many others. What's this one going to be? A trophy to the fact that you're right and I'm wrong?" Clarke's tone was bitter and harsh. She was mad at Lexa for hurting herself and also angry at being proven wrong. Clarke hated it when she was proven wrong. Lexa knew as much as well. However, deep down. Clarke was actually grateful for what Lexa had done. She had proven that Clarke was still a good person and the need to help someone was just as strong here in Pandora as it was back in their home world.
     
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    It wasn't too bad keeping her healing from activating. Normally by now the cut would have healed and the pain abated. To prove her point she had needed to be human for the time being and when she retired to her apartment tonight then the wound would heal. For now she allowed Clarke to lead her over towards the small medical table, taking a seat while Clarke cleaned and sorted the cut out. Nevermind the fact that Clarke's fingers were upon her skin, sending a tingling sensation to sweep through her system.

    A trophy? No, not at all. A reminder maybe, that Clarke's instinct was to help. "A reminder of who you really are. Words didn't seem to do the trick." Lexa responded, looking from her arm into those deep eyes she often found herself getting lost in. She couldn't do much else in the way of helping her, after all her life was a crazy mess and she could barely keep it together these days. "I'm sorry. It was the only thing I could think of that might help."

    Voice was soft and low as she spoke, her free hand, the one that wasn't attached to an 'injured' arm, reached for Clarke. Nothing else was important. In that moment, the one thing she wanted was the woman before her. Even if it was just to touch gently, hold onto and hug tightly, it didn't matter. She'd lost Clarke for months and she couldn't bear the thought of losing her again.
     
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    "Words do mean something, Lexa. They always have done. I tried, remember? I tried to use words to fix the world. I believed that peace could be obtained without bloodshed. But it only led to more bloodshed. More pain. More suffering. You've proven that I still have an instinct to help people. Deep down, I knew that I still had that instinct. It's just...I now know that in our world. That instinct was useless. I know when I am beat. I no longer want to fix the world. I just want to survive and keep everyone I care about save from harm." That was Clarke's driven goal ever since that fateful night at Mount Weather. She learned a lot that night. About herself and about what humanity were capable of doing when pushed to the very edge. That night Clarke also learned that one no can trust anyone else. Lexa taught her that. They came to an agreement. They came to a peaceful understand. Clarke convinced Lexa that if they could worked together. They could defeat the mountain men once and for all.

    For once. The grounders and the sky people would work together to defeat the same enemy. Clarke also hoped that it would have led to an ever lasting peace between her people and the grounders. But, instead, she was betrayed by someone she thought she could trust. That night Lexa made a deal with the mountain men to save her own people. Instead of Clarke's people. Lexa pulled the first punch that night and if Clarke had to be honest with herself. It was Lexa's betrayal that hurt her the most.

    Granted, she killed over three hundred innocent people that night. For that Clarke was truly remorseful and upset by her actions. But she had come to live with her actions that night. She came to understand that what she did that night had to be done. For herself and her people. She would never wipe away that much blood no matter how hard she tried. But maybe there was a chance Clarke could mend the wound that Lexa gave her that night? Maybe the two could begin to fix each other instead of the world they found themselves in now. That was all Clarke wanted. She wanted Lexa in her life and by her side. Now and for always.

    When silence fell between the two. Lexa reached out with her free hand and reached toward Clarke face. The young blonde leaned into the touch and even took the back of Lexa's hand into her own. She then laid a very soft kiss upon Lexa's skin and for the first time in a long while. Clarke had started to feel happy and content in this moment. A moment she knew would not last for long. "Even now you're ever the warrior. Using bloodshed to prove your point." Clarke's words were barely above a whisper and she tenderly caressed Lexa's hand held within her own. The young blonde even turned her gaze upon the warrior's hand. "So, what now Lexa? Where do we go from here?" Clarke asked in a tender tone of voice as she looked back up and met Lexa's gaze once more. Clarke knew what she wanted to happen right now. She was just not sure that she was ready for it yet and she was not sure if Lexa wanted the same thing either.
     
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    "Yes you tried. But the twelve clans, we're too steeped in violence and survival to simply change overnight." Given time they could change, she had believed that. Living the way they did would only lead to their extinction. "That doesn't mean you stop trying." If Lexa had given up in her quest to unite the clans then her people would still be at war with each other.

    Lexa had done what she did in order to protect her people. It was wrong to betray Clarke and it was a wound that would never heal for her. Being threatened by the weapon your people had been lead to fear for years didn't leave her with much of a choice. It was a miracle that Clarke had even forgiven her and that wasn't something she would squander.

    "I was born to be a warrior. You were born to be a healer." Lexa spoke, her voice in thought. Warrior, healer. Sky, earth. Two sides of the same whole. Lexa had no choice but to be a warrior. Her nightblood meant she had a path to follow and she hadn't been brave enough like Luna to abandon the conclave. "We are who we are. And that is a good thing." Lexa was realizing this more and more as time went on and she hoped Clarke would come to the same thoughts on the subject.

    "We take things slow, one step at a time, take each day as they come." It was all they could do in such a place like this. "Stay with me?" Lexa asked, her eyes not moving away from Clarke's face, her hand gripping the blond's just that little bit tighter as if afraid of being let go.

    Feeling Clarke's emotions only seemed to augment her own - she was feeling the exact same way though she wouldn't push. Ask permission regardless of knowing how she felt. Being a werewolf didn't mean she could abuse her power and Laura would no doubt murder her if she was the type to do so.

    This wasn't about Laura, this wasn't about being a werewolf. It was about a girl who was in love with the 'sky princess,' and right now she was acting on instinct and need rather than anything else. Slowly she leaned in towards Clarke, trying to capture those lips with her own, while beneath her rib cage her heart beat rapidly which lead to a faint pink tinging her cheeks and warming her skin.
     
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    Lexa's words were so wise and so beyond her years at times. Someone had so young had seen so much in her short life. All of which had been soaked in blood. Clarke understood the how and the why. It was the way humanity had changed since the fallout After all of the stories Clarke had heard of the past she thought that humanity would have been more enlightened. Especially when facing their own extinction. But, no, instead humanity returned back to their basic nature and returned back to a state where blood shed and combat was seen as a respectful thing and an honorable thing. Clarke tried so hard to speak to that part of humanity she hoped was still there under all of that pain and hurt. She hoped to bring humanity back to a state where peace was a part of everyday life. Where everyone could enjoy the true meaning of life and reflect on themselves as well as others. However, humanities need for pain and suffering turned out to be too strong. Even when humanity was faced with a threat like ALLIE. There was nothing but lies, mistrust, pain and even more blood split. ALLIE had the right idea. Clarke saw as much in her work.

    However, ALLIE was an artificial intelligence. She could only see the logical outcome to every situation. She saw the world as ones and zeros. She could not see past her programming. No matter how advanced it turned out to be. ALLIE tried to make up for past mistakes and unite what remained of the human race under one purpose. Which took the form of the city of the light. A digital world where everyone was equal and lived in comfortable harmony. However, this peaceful paradise came at a very steep price and cost humanity their free will and physical form. ALLIE absorbed their very minds into herself and controlled people like they were nothing more than drones there to do her bidding.

    Clarke admired the reasoning, even the purpose behind ALLIE's self appointed mission to save humanity. Even more so when Clarke came to learn the truth about the remaining nuclear reactors melting down. But when Clarke looked upon those reactors in melt down. She saw a chance for humanity to come together in a different way. She could unite the clans under one mission, one cause. That cause would be the very survival of what remained of humanity. That was why Clarke killed ALLIE when she had the chance. ALLIE could only see one direction, only one truth. Clarke saw a another direction. She saw a direction that could benefit everyone and one that came at a cheaper cost. Not only that but ALLIE was sadistic in many ways. She had no emotion for humanity. She looked upon humanity like a dishwasher or a car might do...if they had intelligence like ALLIE's. They needed more. They deserved more after everything humanity had been through over the last century or so.

    When Lexa moved on and answered Clarke more personal question. The young blonde inhaled softly and just sat staring into the eyes of the one that held her heart so tightly. She then felt Lexa's hands on her skin. Which caused a tremble to cascade throughout her body. Clarke then felt Lexa's breath upon her lips and instinct kicked in and Clarke returned the kiss. She ran her hand up Lexa's arm and cupped her cheek as she started to unleash her passion for Lexa by causing the kiss to turn a bit more steamy. After the initial shock wave of passion passed through her mind and body. Clarke broke the kiss and took Lexa by the hands as she pulled her head backward and away from Lexa's delicate features.

    "Lexa, I just can't do this right now. Things are just too raw and too new for me. I want to stay with you. I want to be by your side for all time. But I just...I need to deal with this place and myself a little more first. Before I throw myself into...us again." Clarke caressed Lexa's hand within her own as she spoke and even traced a few tender fingers along Lexa's palm. "You can have this night. It's the least I can give you. But after tonight...you give me some space for a while." It was a reasonable request. Very smart and even logical. It was clear that Clarke was making this request with her mind and not her broken heart. Which had been broken too many times in the past for it to be fair or undamaged.
     
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    Though Lexa was very much in love with Clarke, the other woman was not her possession. If she wanted space then Lexa would give it. Clarke was in no danger from any of the clans which meant Lexa didn't have to stamp her mark. She didn't need to protect her, not here.

    The kiss did things to her. Even as a werewolf that hadn't changed. Her body trembled, the taste of Clarke on her tongue and ready to drive her wild. Surely she would have if the kiss didn't end and Lexa pulled back a little, listening while searching those beautiful blue eyes of the woman she loved.

    Lexa didn't need to be a werewolf to know that this was done with mind and not heart. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at that.

    "I want you to want this too. Not because you feel obligated." Lexa replied softly, her eyes locking onto Clarke's. The least she could do, no that wasn't okay with her. Clarke did not owe her anything and Lexa would refuse to take a step further unless she knew that the feelings for this were mutual. "Even so, I will give you the space you need."

    It was only fair for her to do so.

    "Just promise me that if you feel lost or overwhelmed, talk to someone. It doesn't have to be me, but someone."
     
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    "It's not that I don't want this Lexa. I want this more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. It's all I have ever wanted. I never wanted to go through all the things that I went through back home. I just wanted a normal life. One where I could help people like my mom..." When Clarke mentioned her Mom. She paused for a brief moment as she reflected back on their relationship together. Clarke shared a rather turbulent relationship with her mother. It had not always been that way between them. Back when Clarke was really young they had a great relationship. But that was back in the days when Clarke's father was in the picture. Back when they were a good family unite.

    It all seemed to fall apart after Clarke's father, Jacob, was floated by the high chancellor. Because Jacob had decided to tell the population of the Ark that they were going to die within a matter of months. Due to the fact that the O2 scrubbers had stopped working and could no longer sustain the large population of the Ark. He tried to help people and prevent the council of leaders from doing something that totally went against morality and even humanity. But all he brought was death and time.

    After he was floated. Clarke tried to do as he did. But she ended up being put in jail by her own mother. Abby knew that Clarke was too much like her father to just let things lie. So it was decided that she would be put in a cell until she turned eighteen. Where her fate would be decided by the council. Clarke resented her mother after that. Instead of choosing to be a mother and stick by her own daughter and her family. Abby decided to be a councilwoman and sacrificed her loved ones for the integrity of her position and of the council that she served. Despite everything, however. Clarke could really have used Abby's guidance right about now. She could really have used a tender touch that only a mother could provide and a reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

    "...I just need to sort things out for myself. I want you so badly, Lexa it hurts. Every part of my heart and my soul is crying out right now to take you and never ever let go. But I need to think with my mind as well as my heart. My soul might be ready...but I need to straighten out my thoughts and my thinking before I can dive back into something that could end up hurting me again." As she spoke. Clarke reached out with her free hand and stroked a tender line down Lexa's cheek. The warm of Clarke's palm caressed the commanders skin and would have felt delicate, tender and enticing. An act designed to let Lexa know that Clarke's heart and soul wanted her more than anything in the world. But now was not the right time for her to surrender to such temptations of the heart and of the soul.
     
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    Lexa regarded the words and emotions carefully. Clarke seemed to be doing okay and that was good - both words and emotions were together rather than apart and Lexa wouldn't push this. "That is good to hear." Lexa replied regarding that was what Clarke wanted. "Maybe one day normal can be attained. In our world normal wouldn't keep us alive." Lexa frowned slightly - normal would also mean she wouldn't have blood as dark as the night.

    She remained silent on the mention of Abby - Lexa hadn't had parents since she was very young.

    That touch, gentle and tender and sparked emotion within her. Lexa leaned into the touch, just grateful for the moment even if it was going to shatter in a few moments. "I love you Clarke. I always will. You do what you need to do. I'll be here when you are ready." Not like she could go anywhere considering her job and housing situation.

    Carefully she gripped Clarke's hand with her own, the one that had been touching her skin. If allowed, she would kiss the back of her hand before attempting to kiss those lips for a few seconds. Just to taste her one last time. Then, with an ache in her heart, Lexa pulled away and stepped back. "You are strong, Clarke. More than what you give yourself credit for."

    With a dip of her head, she spoke once more. "May we meet again." And then she was off, turning around and heading back the way she had come.
     
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