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If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

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My Family Is

                   My Strength,

                                     And My Weakness.

                                                  _*_*_*_*_

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Every 7 years, the cells in your entire body will be destroyed and replaced with new cells. One day I will have a body you will have never touched.

3 am thoughts.

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Starter call?

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My Family Is

                   My Strength,

                                     And My Weakness.

                                                  _*_*_*_*_

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I was just a child         KIND and naive in a world not made for such t h i n g s                 So forgive me for C R A C K I N G under the pressure.

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                     ❝     these people are my family.                                        & if you hurt them in any way —— i will kill you.     ❞

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Greeters.

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lovexsweakness:

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Xephyr cleared his throat, he didn’t know exactly what to say. He was in present of Clarke’s ex lover, a story more famous than his father betraying his people. He stood a little straighter, he way practically standing before royalty and wanted to seem respectful.

“I wanted to know if it was still here,” He shrugged. “No one I know will talk about it. But I’ll be going now, my parents will be worried,” He said quickly.

The Commander took in what the boy was saying, his shift in posture and speech. She held a hand for the guards to back away a few steps and took in the large mass of space metal once more.

“I could tell you the stories,” she replied quietly. “About the skai people. The dropship. The warriors that died beneath your feet. If your parents wouldn’t worry so much, that is.”

"I've heard the fake stories heda ma'am, the ones they tell in schools, like the 100 volunteered. And the ones that are told around campfires, the mountain man who got away who will experiment on you," he muttered. "Did a man survive, besides Ezariah and the ones the arc took in that is? What did they say his name was, something C. Emerson. Is he real? Or I guess was he?" He asked, the story'd always made him uneasy. Not so much for him, but for his brother and sister, the true heir to the mountain and Cage's bride.

Moxie and himself were nothing, much like Casten children Dad could keep. Ones no one cared for, the throw aways. They'd of probably become R.A.T.S or probation workers. Xackary and Sage, didn't have it so easy.

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Greeters.

lovexsweakness

Xephyr knew not to be walking this far out of the camp. He knew he should not be sitting in the famous dropship that brought the delinquents to the ground ten years ago. And he real knew why was because of the grounders. So the fact that the woman in front of him smelled like a grounder, of blood, herbal soap and hair oil, was troubling. He knew he was also a tale himself, the surviving sons.

He stood tall, remember to always mention that Clarke Griffin has adopted him as instructed.

“I’m Xephyr, who might you be?”

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Even after everything that had happened since the skai people invaded their home, the Commander was still drawn to where it all started– - though she just called it securing their territory. So when she saw a boy standing in what used to be ash and bones, demanding her attention and identification, she was uneasy, to say the least.

Like a good leader, she hid behind a carefully-constructed mask that fit better than any emotion ever could.

“Ai laik Heda Leksa gon trigedakru. What is your business here?”

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Xephyr cleared his throat, he didn’t know exactly what to say. He was in present of Clarke’s ex lover, a story more famous than his father betraying his people. He stood a little straighter, he way practically standing before royalty and wanted to seem respectful.

“I wanted to know if it was still here,” He shrugged. “No one I know will talk about it. But I’ll be going now, my parents will be worried,” He said quickly.

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Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.

We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them.

(CNS)

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Greeters.

lovexsweakness Xephyr knew not to be walking this for out of the camp. He knew he should not be sitting in the famous dropship that brought the delinquents to the ground ten years ago. And he real knew why was because of the grounders. So the fact that the woman in front of him smelled like a grounder, of blood, herbal soap and hair oil, was troubling. He knew he was also a tale himself, the surviving sons. He stood tall, remember to always mention that Clarke Griffin has adopted him as instructed. "I'm Xephyr, who might you be?"

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Greeters.

underfloors Xackary bounced on the balls of his feet following the woman. He'd heard stories of the great Octavia Blake. Who was raised under floors and killed fully trained soldiers to save her friends ten years ago from the mountain as little girl with only a few weeks of training and is so much cooler than her brother. It was one of his favorite campfire stories Jasper told. "Are you the really, for real, honest to go totally true Octavia Blake?" He blurted out.

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Greeter.

sxpxrnxva Moxie eye the woman up and down, it had been ten years since she survived the radiating of the mountain. And since she got into a fight standing up for her little brother, instead of arresting her she was going to join the guard. She hated this. "You're going to train me?"

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Greeter.

komazgedakru

Sage looked at the woman, it had been ten years since the mountain fell, but she still knew exactly what that scar on one’s arm meant. She eyed the woman carefully knowing how dangerous this could become, she cleared throat and shifted the basket of vegetables on her side.

“May, I help you, ma’-”