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

The promise of a firebender meant nothing to Rikkar. She had promised to torture him too eventually, how could he trust her word? His expression was purely skeptical and he was not apologetic for his remarks at all. Feeding him was just a ploy to keep him alive for other uses, he deigned. Just like healing him. Perhaps he ought to starve instead and a soft smirk came over his lips as he decided on the idea. Let go through all that work just to tell her he wasnt hungry anymore? Hed rather eat dirt than accepting the offerings of a genocidal maniac. It didnt matter if she was beautiful either. She was his enemy and he had to fight her at every step. She at least wasnt dumb enough to set him free for anything. I dont know what youre talking about. He simply declared when she accused him and Milo of being up to some conspiracy. If you hurt Milo, I wont hesitate to stab you through the hand you use to hurt him with. And then elsewhere to. And all over. Still, she gave Milo a fish and he was grateful for it and the fish began to smell heavenly, which had him doubting his earlier initiative to go on a hunger strike. If he ate, he would heal faster and maybe garner some strength to fight. But it also had the inverse effect of healing him as well, making him susceptible to torture. The trade off was a tough one to make but dying slowly seemed his fate in either case. He stayed absolutely still when she checked his wounds again, rolling up his tunic. Just fluttering his clothes against the bruised areas was enough to cause the pain to awaken tenfold, making him hiss through his teeth and shut his eyes. Your grasp of common sense is astonishing. He remarked to her drily. Of course riding was going to hurt. Anything he did was going to hurt. He needed bed rest for days to fully heal and forcing him to do anything would only slow the healing process. And then she tried to hand feed him the fish. He looked at her, then at the morsel. He decided death by hunger would be an easier way to die slowly. Im not hungry. Give it all to Milo. Hell eat himself to slumber. He simply said and turned to look away. How badly would he come to regret this choice, he wondered? But the harder he made it on her, the better. He could go to his grave with a grin of bemusement at least. He did his part in the war, however small it might be, frustrating this one firebender of her plans. He scoffed at her request to point out medical herbs as well, as she began to pack up her rhino for transport. Does it look like plants and trees grow in abundance where Im from? Water, you idiot. Thats all I need to heal myself. But you wont give me that so were at an impasse. He simply said. He knew her training only had to do with death and he wouldnt trust healing to someone whos job was anathema to it. He rose staggeringly to his feet as she yanked his bonds. Maybe his sudden resistance to her offering of aid was borne from a crankiness, coming from a broken nights sleep. He was in pain. Now he would be hungry. He didnt plan on being a novel prisoner. She hefted him up onto the back of the rhino and he allowed that, though he didnt make any attempt to hold on. Better to fall off and be trampled to death. Better yet, hell hit his head on a rock. And if it wasnt hot enough this day, much further north then he had ever travelled or been, the firebender made her own heat. He wanted to be cold, to gather water around his body and freeze it to his wounded side. That was the only way he would feel relief. With relief, he might act more rationally. He hissed as they started to move and Rikkar glanced over his shoulder, a look of regret as he left behind his fallen comrades in arms. Goodbye, friends. Im sorry. He murmured to them, feeling guilty for having survived when they had all died or perished nobly in battle. His end would not be so glorious, he deemed. Youre not going to the shore? He asked openly. What happened to your friends? Left without you? There are the ships of my people, though I doubt you know how to handle them. Wouldnt want you to break one of your precious nails huh? He taunted her, feeling bored within the first few moments of their travel. Ever been to the Earth Kingdom, besides raiding and burning their towns? I hear their bandits and thugs are a vicious lot, even against their own people. Even you alone cant fight off a half-dozen attackers. He said, trying to get the notion into her head, to distract her from whatever she was planning. It seemed doomed anyways. If they catch you, you know what they do with female prisoners right? Me, Ill be lucky. Theyll probably just lop my head off. But you, yeah they will have fun with you. An invader, a pretty girl, theyll relish the day. You know this journey is doomed right? Might as well put up your armor and live like a hermit. Rikkar sneered behind her. We'll never make it across this landscape in one piece. Tell you what, take me to my ship and I'll sail you somewhere near to your people and leave you there. A fair deal. He said with a casual grin, knowing she'd never accept it. But later on if and when they did run into trouble, he could always laugh and say he told her so. Look. I think those are some medicinal roots at the base of that tree. He then pointed out. No they werent, but he was hoping to waste her time and patience with the useless task.