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

The error of his ways Rikkar could have laughed loudly if it didnt already hurt to do so. His people were wrong? For wanting to live free and by their own laws and customs without enforced demands from an outsider people? This girl was really deluded if she thought that sort of freedom and liberty was erroneous and hed happily die to defend such freedom against those who wanted to take it away. If he was stupid for it, so be it. But he would be more stupid to obey a foreign power, to have his life in the south pole dictated by people who never been there or did not care for it. I live for my people and I die for my people. The difference is trivial to me. As long as we fight against your enslaving and oppressive ways, we will never lose to you or your pitiful kind. Rikkar simply sneered, ignoring the girls rant about how it could have been better. Maybe she ought to follow her own advice and try to see it from his own viewpoint. Better to die on ones feet then live on their knees for all eternity, not to mention the shame and humiliation of surrendering and seeing ones life and culture torn down around them, simply because others thought their own was superior and greater. He wasnt going to debate it with her though. He only gave a suggestive half-smirk as to what he could do as a typical water tribe boy. But the firebender seemed to trust him and went to fetch the bucket of water for him to drink and heal. Milo seemed to trust her as well, hopping casually into the bucket and enjoying the ride. He squawked at Rikkar and he only managed a grunt before the firebender lurched him to his feet, the ropes dragging up along with him to keep him locked to the tree trunk. He didnt care how her touch felt. All he remembered of it was the scorching heat she inflicted to his flesh. And if she thought she was doing him a favour by making him stand, she was wrong. Pressure on his ankle welled up tremendous pain, not to mention stretching his bruising out all over his side, awakening tremendous throbbing all over. He could only drink in small sips, as the need to breathe off the pain was more profound in him. The way he breathed, his own throat seemed willing to cut itself against the knife. With the water done, Rikkar took a moment to just pant and feel the refreshing liquid pool in his gut. His throat wasnt as dry either. But the firebender remained close, leaning into him with her knife to his throat and her face glaring into his. He barely paid it any mind, as best as he could manage. He looked to the side where she wasnt standing, for she did have pretty eyes and it felt shameful to even think so about her. A typical water tribe boy would have appreciated the closeness to a nubile female body. She asked his name and he almost snorted in laughter. Oh, just because she wasnt killing him that somehow made them friends? At least he managed to retain his laughter and not throw his body into an agonizing groan. Maybe I prefer boy . He mused with a grin. And Im not a soldier. I do not fight for a living. I fish and collect bone and antler for the village craftsman to forge into tools. I am trained as a warrior but its not what I intended to do with my life. Besides, whatever you might think or feel about it, I doubt your superiors will let me live so why ask a dead man his name anyways? He said, looking at her and feeling bemused by rejecting her inquiry. His name was his own, his one link to the tribe. After having everything else taken from him, he was going to guard it and other facts about himself quite jealously. Milo hopped out of the bucket and squawked around Rikkars feet. When this woman went to sleep, for surely she had to given the exhaustion he seen in her earlier, he would try to convince his turtle-duck to bite through these ropes. But if you care so much about me living, then you have to do me another favour. And try not to get excited about it. RIkkar said. You have to roll my tunic up on my left side, where youre standing. Roll it up to under my arm. He said to her. Oh relax, why expose myself if I plan to hit you? Splash water on my side then if you feel so afraid to untie one of my hands. But unless you want to carry me from place to place, you have to let me put some ice to my injuries and help them heal and be cleaned. He decided to play a practical joke on her when she did move to splash the water. With his mind and squirming fingers, he froze the very surface of the water in the bucket so that when she tried to splash it, nothing came out as the ice blocked the liquid beneath. He chuckled to himself, which immediately flared up his injuries and caused him to groan in agony soon after. He tried to slide back down to a sitting position. I hope you can find some new way to tie me because I would like to sleep laying down. He added, further bemused by making the demands despite being the captive.