Thread: The Meteor Crosses the Moon (Karamedia & Malin [Avatar: TLA])

Arrluk Coming across the battlefield for a moment he felt a gust of hot air, and saw steam from one of the bodies. Walking towards it, he could tell that the person was still living though not for very long. As he walked up to her he blinked realizing just that. This body was a her, a female raider. He had been sure that for the longest time he could remember all of the raiders he had ever seen had been male. However it was clear that this woman was marked for death, she had been injured grievously, and left for dead. There was no one way around it this woman was going to die in the cold snow it was technically even his job. So what are you waiting for Arrluk take up your spear and do what you need to, and then move on. Maybe you can even find a water bender if you look hard enough. He scoffed at the thought, there were no remaining water benders on this field. He hadn't seen a single one as he walked the entire distance around the ice field. All he found of his people were either burnt remains unrecognizable to the human eye as the person he had once known and loved, or knowing that they had been dragged off onto one of their ships. where they would live out their natural life in some fire nation prision, their humanity and dignity stripped from then thanks to their new fire bender over lords. He let out a long sigh his body still handn't moved to kill the woman he had found laying out in the snow. In truth he didn't even have to move, by his simple inaction she was going to die. and why shouldn't she? what is worth saving for? The hope that you are not a monster the strength to turn the other cheek? The air benders would have done it. Arrluk had to giggle slightly at that thought. Every single one of them had been wiped out from this earth in almost one night, and yet he had no doubt that if an airbender were alive today, and standing right next to him that monk would tell him to save the life of the woman simply because he could. On the other hand the fire nation had also abandoned her, so on one hand you had extreme forgiveness and on the other hand you had the comerades in arms who wouldn't even bother long enough to save your sorry life. So why let her live? She wasn't about to save your life, if the postion was reversed she would burn him to a crisp without even blinking so why Arrluk are you even considering it. ... Because she didn't want to die. No one does and Arrluk may have had the strength to fight in a war, and harm those who would attack his home, but this wasn't the northern tribe. Here men weren't just warriors, they were healers, and builders. He wasn't about to kill someone who couldn't even fight back. I'm a moron for doing this. Kneeling down he shook his head. Why on earth am I doing this? In one soft motion the ice around her wound melted, and faded away from her wound, replaced with a soft glowing blue light as he moved a current of water over her wound, he would heal her, but only barely. The wound closed, and he even restored some of the blood she had lost, but not enough that she could move or do anything against him. He wanted to speak with this woman, but he wasn't about to allow himself to come under attack. There your back from the dead. For how long is up to you.