breath of life;

+Aiyana, 22 years old and bisexual; I am a storm. Born from the sea, I rise.

(I mostly write #fic* but sometimes I dabble in photoshop. I should probably stop.)

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Lincoln breathes and casts his glance to the wall nearest Octavia where he has painted a pack of wolves howling.

“Wine of the wolf.” he says. There is a scratch to his voice that sends shivers down Octavia’s spine. “The earth has changed and, with it, all inhabitants must shift and adapt in order to survive. None more so than the wolf that stalks the night. They are creatures of the moon with a taste for the darkness. They smell the fear. They hear the weakness in your bones. Warrior in fur, human in sunlight, created for war. They are weapons.”

Octavia’s heart drops when she whispers, “Who created them?”

Lincoln levels her a stare.

“The commander.”

When Lexa first became Heda, a wisewoman came to her and said, “Wine of the Wolf, child. You will know in time what this means. Fear not the men who live in the mountain. Your weapon is greater than any they may wield.” She did not realize then, for she was only 14 and a girl with five scars on her shoulder blade. But she did learn, though. A bite was all it took. One glance at its white fur, pale eyes, and a great flame burned in her veins, like fire under her skin. It was a pain she remembers as if it were just yesterday. And every night since, the moon would call to her. She listened for its secrets, found them whistling on the wind. Later, as she watched a man writhe on the forest floor with a silent scream upon his lips, she smiled and realized that the wisewoman had been right. This weapon was greater than anything her enemies could create.