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

Zinni rubbed her temples and planted her ass on a nearby log as the boy rambled on about the ships and his past. He wasnt going to give her anything she could use and on top of that he was going to irritate her anyway. No straight answers and no cooperation was enough to drive a hardwired woman like Zinni crazy, and Rikkar was well on his way to stepping on each and every one of the young firebenders nerves. How could any one person learn to be quite as annoying as he is? It had to take some kind of talent that Zinni and no one else in the firenation had. What an infuriating existence. And yet... she didn't want to punish him. Not if it meant truly hurting him again. Mild discomforts? Sure. Torture? It was sounding less and less appealing as time went by. What is wrong with you, Zinni? She asked herself, still massaging his temples. Maybe it was because he was handsome and it should be a crime to defile a body like his. Maybe it was because she knew, deep down, that he was acting out because of fear. He had been instilled with a fear of the fire nation probably from a young age and made to believe that they were a horrible, power thirsty people. It was untrue. They were strict and skilled in combat, yes, but most of them were kind enough and would like the war to end as much as anyone else. Casualties were upsetting, and she wanted to preserve the sanctity of life. That's why she helped round up benders like Rikkar. To bring them to a place where they would be safe and secure no longer a danger to themselves or anyone else.... at least at that was what Zinni had been told. She had no idea just how wrong she was. Maybe, just maybe, the fear of this man getting hurt by her people was why she didn't want to beat him to a pulp now. He was far from malicious or cruel... just annoying. You didn't deserve to be tortured for being annoying. Please! She finally pleaded. Just. Shut. Up. With a dainty hand she reached down and picked up a small pinecone before lobbing it behind her so that it would hit him in the gut. It was too small to really hurt, but it certainly got the point across Zinni was annoyed. That was enough babble. She groaned before standing up and walking back to him and letting her eyes scan up and down Fine. You want your shoes off? Done. She knelt down and pulled each of his shoes off of his feet and setting them out of reach and leaving him barefoot Now he had nothing covering his body but his trousers as the night air began to nip at them with an edge of chilliness. I hope youre comfortable. She grumbled, walking towards her saddlebags. Zinni reached into the bag and rummaged around a bit until she pulled out a sizeable stick of rhino jerky. A little protein before bed would do them both good, especially after a long day of riding. She slipped it into her mouth and bit off a small bit with her teeth, spitting it into the trees where she had last seen the turtleduck. As expected, the mean animal came waddling out with aloud squak and gobbled down the bit of meat she had given him. You better be thankful for that. She muttered grumpily, biting the jerky again and this time ripping the remaining piece in half using her teeth. The pieces were small enough to fit in her mouth whole, so she chewed the half she had already soiled with her saliva and walked back to Rikkar. Without a word she squeezed his jaw such that his mouth opened and she stuffed the jerky inside. Eat it or don't and spit it out for your duck. But. I suggest you eat. I'm sure you're getting hungry by now, Rikkar. That was the last thing Zinni said to the miserable prisoner. She left him tied, half naked, to that tree as she got herself ready for bed and eventually crawled into her sleeping bag for her own slumber. He could scream and whine about her unfair treatment of him, but leaving him cold and tied to a tree was the kindest form of torture she had ever offered to anyone. He was lucky and she was too tired to be kept awake by any noise he could possibly make plus she was confident that the young man wasn't going anywhere. Zinni slept soundly... until she heard an unfamiliar rustling in the bushes at daybreak.