Thread: To Bend the Avatar to Tarlock's Will {darkest_fate&malin}

Tarlock had won no doubt about it, but in his victory he had overstepped. He had attacked the avatar herself, and had in his anger unleashed the one weapon that would make him loose everything he had worked towards. Blood Bending, as much as he hated his brother and father for what they had done, the art was more then useful for dealing with people like Korra, but there was a bigger problem now. Korra knew his darkest secret, the thing that would ruin all he had ever worked to achieve, and all of his plans. He was planning to take over this city, and how could he do that if the Avatar was against him? Korra's interference had given Tarlock one solution. He had to break her, he couldn't leave her in a cage for someone else to find or even kill her for that fact. If he did he might succeed in taking the city for five maybe six years, but Korra would eventually speak through the next avatar in the cycle and he would be found guilty of that crime as quickly as he did if he just left her to rot. No Korra's will would have to broken, she would have to become his puppet to use, both politically and personally. It wouldn't be an easy task Korra was a strong headed woman, in charge and the most powerful bender in the world. He had done well to bind her as well as he had. The tough rope had done it's job even as he grappled with her bindings and tossed her out into the snow. Walking up to Korra he lowered himself towards her level bending his knees so that he could look down at her his hand lifting up the blind fold so that she could see where they were. Republic city was far away as they were up in the mountains next to a cabin. Hello Korra. His tone was angry, and drenched in venom. He would have to cage her or do something to prevent her from bending almost constantly. Even so as she was alone, and Tarlock was not, Naga stood beside him, though to be fair only because he was forcing her too, one of his hands was clenched working the large polar bear dogs blood as he stood over Korra. You ruined everything you little bitch. Tarlock let out a long sigh feeling his breath turn into fog against the cold night air. It was the truth, and even now he was spurned and angry because of it. He had to make her bend, and break and he had quiet the idea about where he would start. But still no one will find us up here, when they see all the damage to the emissary, they will assume that the equalists were behind the attack and that we have both been taken by Amon's groupies, and that is the story you will help me tell after I have pounded you into the ground so hard that not even the avatar state will help you out of the ocean of pain and suffering you have caused yourself. Tarlock was angry but even so he was going to enjoy what he had planned for Korra, still he wanted to revel in this, make her ask what he had planned, and he also just wanted to gloat and see her face as bound and as helpless as she was. Turning around he stepped on her bindings forcing them to tighten and pull on her hair at the same time. He looked down at her face expecting too see some pain as her pigtail was pulled on hard by his ropes. forcing her neck to crane upwards so that she would look towards him. Just checking to make sure your still secure, can't have you breaking out can we?