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

Despite the strangeness of their encounter, the firebender seemed more than willing to open up about her motives and plans. Rikkar didnt believe her for a second that she ordered her comrades to leave her behind. He knew very little of the world outside the South Pole so he didnt know if this journey to this settlement would take a few days or weeks for that matter. He knew his people had tried to reach the North Pole by sailing by areas not touched by the Fire Nation so these raiders certainly came far from their homeland. Still, what did all this information do for him, besides help him waste the dull hours away riding like a rolled up rug on the back of this rhino? My thick, heavy skull is whats responsible for all my muscles, carrying it around all day. Pays off in a way. He simply replied casually. Perhaps he was stubborn and stupid but he could also be patient and observant. Let her think him an imbecile for now. Itll help with the element of surprise when he finally did make his move. I so do miss being fed like a baby though. Times were easy back then. Totally going to be worth it. He responded with a grin but any further attempts to goad the firebender fell to naught. So Rikkar sat and enjoyed the ride, letting the smells and sights wash over him. This truly was a beautiful land. And to think these firebenders would wash it all over with fire and death. Despicable. He also thought of this betrothed that this girl had. Probably another idiot and cocky firebender like her, though they all couldnt be oppressive and rude. Someone had to be the lesser in their relationships. He wondered if this girl in front of him wore the pants in their relationship. Nonsense. Everyone wears pants. Otherwise frostbite will eat your legs off. The journey soon left him rough and sore, between his firm thighs as well as his battered side. The pain washed over him constantly in a throbbing sensation, not really allowing his mind to wander. He was forced to endure every minute of every hour extremely because of his ache. Milo bit him as much as anyone else too. He was hungry. He wanted to be near water. Rikkar could only mutter apologies and promises he probably could not keep. It was the only time any sort of regret would come into his voice. Finally they stopped and Rikkar cast a glance to the sky to gauge the time of day by the positioning of the sun. He sighed when she pulled him off and fell to the ground with a thud and a groan, simply laying there as he tried to recover from that lance of pain now. How many more hours and days of this could he endure before he cracked and broke? I have to do it for them, my dead friends, and my people still out there, counting on me. I have to fight. Eventually, as the girl went to setting up her camp, he sat up by the rhino and sighed, resting his head to Zes bulk. They seemed on good terms. Milo was still a general terror to everyone. But now he guessed there was going to be torture. Run along now, Milo. Find some leaves to eat. You dont need to see this. He beckoned to the turtle-duck in that regretful tone. Milo did scurry away, disappearing into the woods. The girl returned to him and untied him from the beast, only to drag him to another tree instead. Oh, this again. She pulled his arms up but he didnt resist, still to much in ache from the battering. Trying to waterbend with the hand motions and gestures would be too painful. He needed to wait. But Rikkar knew now, with an increasingly fast heartbeat, that the torture would begin. He didnt say a word to her, watching her silently as she did her work and then yanked his tunic up and over his head, exposing his strong chest and lean, narrow yet defined abdomen. His skin was like polished bronze, flexing and constraining with each laboured breath. His side was bruised purple and black in an ugly stretch from his hip up to under his shoulder where Ze had charged him. Beneath the shirt, his breath washed over his own face, muffling him and all his senses. Except his ears. He heard the firebenders warning as well as the knife sharpening. Each one sent an icy tingle throughout his chest. The torture was coming and he tried to steel for it mentally, for he had no chance of resistance physically. He didnt believe her for a second about going easy or that he wont get hurt. What did she even need to know? What did she think he knew? This was a trap, pure and simple. He had no knowledge of greater troop movements or defences of strongholds, in the Earth Kingdom or the North Pole. This was going to be a cruel game, nothing more. Its what he expected of any Fire Nation scum. She only asked his name though. That was innocent. It meant nothing to a man who might be dead in a short while so he gave it to her. Rikkar. He answered, voice muffled by his tunic. And yours? Only polite that I ask back. He snickered, more for himself than to mock her. It still felt he had some control, of his mind at least if not his body. He shifted his feet around, expecting to be cut anyways.