eat sh*t and die } LUPEI

[Lexa]

the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.

She’s still frozen, struck still by the sight of her sister’s dead body, lolling in the grass. No, this just can’t be happening, it can’t be. Larken, goofy little stupid Larken. Larken who never thinks before she leaps … she can’t be dead. She just can’t be!

Her moment of disbelief is broken when a hoof crashes into her ribs (the carbon armour having dissipated the moment of Larken’s death).

And suddenly everything is red.

An unnatural scream rips out of Lexa’s throat, unlike anything she’s ever uttered. Black carbon spikes explode out of the ground, skewering the Chamber mare and leaving her hanging a few feet off the ground. Blood drips down the spikes, staining the ground. Prague’s words in her mind go unheard.

The red fades from her vision and Lexa stands frozen once again, shocked and horrified by what she’s done. She’d expected a hard fight, but she’d never expected to actually kill someone.

But she can’t dwell on it now.

Reforming her armour, Lexa leaps towards the edge of the battlefield in the direction of her sister’s dead body. She has to reach her, she just has to. Maybe she’s still ok, maybe she can help somehow. Maybe, just maybe.

But when she finally reaches the girl’s body it’s clear that it’s no use. Larken’s throat is ripped out. She’s dead, and there’s no bringing her back. Tears threaten at the corners of Lexa’s eyes …


But she can't give in now. The battle is still raging. The war has not yet been won.

Lexa encases the body in a diamond hard carbon cocoon and wheels back to the battlefield, her rage plain on her face. Then she dives in, a pure black, armoured beast, daring anyone to attack her. She actively forces her mind off of Larken and the mare that she'd just killed. There will be time to grieve later.

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TLDR: Lexa gets attacked by Marsla, kills Marsla, goes to Larken's body, encases it in diamond hard carbon, then runs back out onto the battlefield acting enraged by her sister's death (though not rage-blind). Feel free to attack her.