Thread: AVATAR: An Icy Burn-Out (BennyQ/Sketchyequine)

He could feel heat beginning to gather in front of his naked abdomen. Bereft of his eyesight, his other senses grew more sensitive. Oh great, I told her my name and she still plans to torture me. Well, here we go. He felt the flat of the blade pressed to his body and he hissed, fearing the worst, legs jerking to find some purchase in the ground to help alleviate the pain. But it was barely hot at all, nor did she cut into his flesh. He was still panting hard, truly terrified and shocked for that moment. Was she messing with him? It was certainly unkind to do. The blade was soon removed and instead her hand was placed upon his strong, taut abdomen instead. Rikkar had never been touched by a woman before. It did something to him. Tingles and goosebumps diluted outwards in his body, within and without. He shuddered and was thankful his face was covered. But wait, shes my captor and enemy! Warmth spread over his body, like being draped in a heavy blanket on a cold day. It might have made him sleepy had he not been in the circumstances he was now. But still, what was this and what was she doing? Toying with him no doubt. The real punishment and hurt would come. Her words seemed only to have false promises and false assurances to him. She had gone through all the trouble of setting him up like this. She intended to torture and it seemed to him it would happen regardless if he cooperated or not. Well, let her try her worst then! He was already a dead man in his own mind. Surprisingly, the tunic over his head was removed, leaving him naked above the waist. His strong arms were flexed as they were tied above, his abdomen taut and constricting with each breath. As pleasant as it can be. Says you. I wonder if a wolf says the same to the rabbit. Dont fight and Ill swallow you whole instead of chewing you into little bits first. He snorted with disbelief. He looked up at her, his face one of incredulity at her words. Zinnidoes your mother know you stole her kitchen knife? He couldnt help but say with a smirk as he looked up at her. But he lost it at her next offer. Just be the one who transports meto my imprisonment. Where they will hurt and no doubt kill me. He finished off for her. He knew how this would end. He didnt believe her for a second. She took her hand off of him and then he feltcold. Not the sort of cold one feels in a place of perpetual winter but an empty sort of cold, like the void of night where there was no stars or anything. His body craved her touch again and he tried his hardest not to seem discomforted by that, or wanting more of it. Who knows, her next touch could be very painful when it happened again. She could sear his flesh off with her fire or cut him more. He stared back at her. He had given his name, what more was there to know? He wasnt going to give up his home or friends, the ones who might still be alive. As she began to voice further questions, he could help but chuckle and drop his gaze to the forest floor. Could you take my boots off as well? If were going to talk, Id like to be comfortable. He said light heartedly instead when she finished her questions. He sighed and raised his head back to the bark of the tree behind him, pretending to rest, eyes closed. Lets seemy boat? Well technically the shipwright who made it came from the North Pole, so in a sense its from the northern water tribe. Of course, since the material is imported from the Earth Kingdom, its actually their boat. But the labourers who made it are from the South Pole. So you can technically say its from everywhere. Except of course the Fire Nation. They make terrible boats, all that smoke and ash. It probably stinks on there. I dont know how you do it. He said at first, saying a bunch of useless information. None of it was true. Yes, the boat was from the Southern Water Tribe, solely and singularly. Now the questions were about him. I live in a place forever frozen and cold. You have to fight everyday to survive. Does that count asclassically trained? What does it mean to be classically trained anyways? I dont know if you have ever hunted but nothing likes to be. Its a terrible feeling when someone tries to hunt you down. I never do it for sport, like some people. He said, shooting his eyes open and glaring at Zinni. Like you. Like your people. Drafted for war? You mean you actually up and steal people away from their homes to go invade another peoples home? You Fire Nation lot are truly crazy in the head. He added as well, which should answer her last question. He volunteered, because it seemed the right thing to do. Who does such a thing, to their own people too? Is that all? No, right. My bending. Lets seeI was a toddler when I firsthmm He said vaguely, pretending to be unaware. The answer was all his life, really. First for healing and simple tasks and chores. Daming rivers, building bridges of ice, or just outright foolery like ice slides down a steep hill or pranking his sisters by forming ice on the ground in front of them unexpectedly. As for my bendingwell I was kicking your ass so clearly more than youve been studying. Take a guess. He said haughtily.