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

Zinni groaned up against the rough skin of her rhino as the captive started talking again. She sighed, rolling her eyes and reverting back to his previous questions before she addressed everything that was new as he muttered, probably trying to trick her so he could get another stab at her. She was disgusted by how bloodthirsty he was. Youre alive because I never wanted to kill you. You were supposed to be in a cell on my ship next to all of your surviving friends and we were supposed to just take you back to the fire nation where you would be contained until you saw the error of your ways. I deliver live men and women to my boss for conversion. Im not an executioner. Thats why youre alive. Pushing away from the rhino she stood tall, folding her hands together behind her back and looking down on him from her position in authority. Youre a stupid man. She confronted him. You wish for death even as I offer you life and that is foolish. Youre no good for anything if youre dead. You cannot help your own people nor mine if your heart no longer beats. You cannot win nor lose. Why would you chose death over a chance to do something big? Your fallen comrades out there? Fools. Just like you. We wouldnt have killed a single one of them if they would have cooperated. And now their cause is lost. If you truly cared for anything, sir, whether it be saving your people or murdering me in cold blood for revenge, you would not sit there and treat death as a viable option. Its very sad that your men had to die, and its more sad that youd rather join them than be alive in the arms of a human with a different viewpoint than your own. She sighed. Zinni herself tried not to pay any mind to the death that surrounded them. Death was a part of her job, but it never got any easier for her to witness it. She didnt want to kill or be killed, but she had killed and would kill again if she wasnt killed first. Everything came full circle here. No. Youre not in any condition to fight, but that wont stop you from taking cheap shots if youre a typical water nation boy. She rolled her eyes at the dancing comment. Cute. Flirting with the enemy to lower their self esteem was below her. Sge may not have been as pretty as he was, but she was still sought after Im the fire nation and betrothed. His disrespect was uncalled for even if he did find her ugly. Against her better judgement Zinni exited the conversation to fetch water instead. Using a bucket found in the water nation camp she scooped up a sizable amount of the wet stuff and went to turn back only to be surprised by that damned duck again. It popped out of the water and splashed into the bucket coating Zinni in water and making her clothing stick to her chiseled abdomen. She grunted at first in frustration, but soon after she found herself laughing it all. The turtle duck was the definition of a child grumpy, innocent, and helpless. She couldnt help but like that about him. Carrying the bucket with duck within she side. Please dont make me regret this, Soldier. She sighed before approaching him. One would think a firebenders hands would be rough and calloused over from the scorching heat they were constantly exposed to and the rough work they did with their hands. Thats why it would likely come as a surprise just how soft Zinnis skin was and how light her touch. With an arm under each of the mans shoulders she heaved his battered body to his feet, rigging the rope over a tall branch and securing it through a loop in the chains that restrained his hands in order to hoist them both, temporarily, high above his hand. She then left him once more, reaching into her bag and retrieving a metal cup that she filled with water. She downed the first glass herself then dipped in again for the waterbender. She approached and drew her dagger, pressing the blade to his throat and the cup to his lips. Drink. She instructed. And if you pull any funny business I promise I can reach as fast as you act dropping us both dead on the spot. Even if you do somehow manage to outpace and kill me, just know youll be chained here until you die of exposure and rot away. She tipped the glass, sending water rushing down his gullet. If he behaved himself now she would allow him access to water that could be used for healing. Her blade pressed close, daring to slice him open like a slaughtered beast to bleed out on the shore, but she did not hurt him and she did not trick him. Her words would hold true. No blood was drawn. The close proximity between Zinni and the man chained at wrist and ankle would have been almost romantic in any other scenario. She stood so close that her unusually warm body heat radiated and struck him with the closeness. It wasnt warm out, but it was warmer than it would have been in the water nation. There was no ice only a chilling breeze in the night sky. A breeze that Zinnis body blocked from the water bender as she stood upon him while she allowed him to slowly drink the beverage. Hydration was painful in his state, no doubt. He was bruised everywhere and she could see how bad he aches just from observing even his small movements. Zinni herself was not unscathed, but to far less extent. She had an observable deep tissue bruise on her collarbone where he had struck her with the blunt icicle, and similar bruises could be found elsewhere too if she were less dressed. Her arm, which he had pinned, showed bruising as well from where he had slammed it into the tree trunk with the force of his icicle. Her bruising, however, was nothing compared to what Ze had gifted the waterbender with. Whats your name, Soldier? It looks like well be together for awhile. I might as well have something to call you besides boy.