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

Zinni knew well before it happened that it was going to be a long ride. This prisoner had proven not to know how to keep quiet more than a few minutes at a time, and that was thoroughly exhausting for the firebender. She had more than enough to think about without him rambling on about this or that. IT made her all the more eager to get rid of him. Or perhaps a few burns would teach him how to hold his tongue. It was a tempting idea, but she knew she couldnt. The time would come when she got to burn him, but now, on the back of Ze, was not the time. No. Were not going to shore. Yes. We were left behind. Under my order they packed up and left as soon as the battle was won. I wasnt back in time thanks to your antics, so now we have to ride until we reach a fire nation settlement on the far shore. There we will meet up with my betrothed and things will be taken care of. If you could manage to keep your mouth shut until we arrive there it would most certainly me a miracle. However, I dont think that will be happening. Im stuck with you, your duck, and the loud mouths that reside on both of you. Lucky me. She huffed. If they catch me and manage to take me down, I deserve whatever happens to me. Im classically trained in combat and I should be able to handle a few thugs with no bending abilities. Ze will also happily help out with that even with you as dead weight to the both of us. I know you wish for death and to make things difficult for me, but its not going to be as easy as you think, boy. Plus bandits I dont mind killing. You were a target I wanted to minimally harm which proved difficult considering you packed a shit ton of water with you. Wasnt that heavy? She teased him, scoffing. Probably not, I imagine, when you compare it to the weight of your thick skull. Youre foolish for refusing my meal. It will hinder your healing and next time Ill just force you to eat through pain. Ask yourself if its worth it, boy. She ignored his comments about going back to a waterbending ship and those about medicinal roots. Even she knew better than to believe him so easily. He was on a path to self destruction and she knew he wouldnt point her towards medicine no matter how much he hurt. His stubbornness was almost admirable in a way, but it was also a massive inconvenience. She just rode in silence for the coming ours, ignoring anything he or milo had to say. Though, she did intermittently reach into the saddlebag to stroke the turtleduck in reassurance. Most of the time her kindness was met with bites from the ducks causing her to curse to the spirits before she went back to riding Ze quietly, her hand resting on his wither soothingly. She loved that damn rhino. The hours passed by slowly in the silence between the unhappy pair. Morning turned to afternoon and soon after that morning turned evening as they wove through the trees like a couple of nomads. he day had been rather uneventful they saw no bandits of towns. The most dangerous things they saw other than each other were the natural fauna all of which ran at the sight of massive, Lumbering Ze. When Zinni found a quiet clearing she hopped off of the rhino and rubbed her lower back which was sore from so many hours in the saddle. She didnt even wat to imagine how the boy hurt. He was not only injured, but he also had no saddle or padding between his bum and the bony, rough flesh of the komodo rhino. Thats it for today. She gruffed to the boy quietly before she dragged him off of Ze where he hit the dirt with a loud thud. If he wasnt going to cooperate she wasnt going to bother being gentle on his wounds. He was going to be a pain in her ass, so she was going to inflict pain on him. Simple as that. There was no time for torture, however, until after camp was set up. She set about collecting firewood and starting a fire before setting up her bedding and other supplies unpacking Ze as he babysat her captive. He would be released soon to graze and rest, and she would babysit the boy instead. More than that, she would start searching for answers. He would survive he torture even if he wasnt as well as she had hoped he would be. She would just have to go easy on him for now. It have been quite some time since Zinni had gotten her hands dirty in an interrogation. Months. She was looking forward to it. Getting answers was the best part of the job. Without hesitation she untied the man from Ze and quickly tied him to the trunk of a tree instead. His arms were stretched all the way up and secured to a branch and his ankles and waist were wrapped in ropes and pressed securely into the rough bark. He was getting nowhere. She didnt speak during any of the process, even as the boy babbled and mocked her. It was easier to get into the right frame of mind if she half way pretended that her captive was not human, and for now that meant not talking to him. Not until she started to ask questions. With careful hands, Zinni reached down to the hem of the mans tunic and pulled it upward until she wrapped it around his head refusing him the ability to see anything that was about to happen to him before she started to sharpen her blade against a stone near enough by that she was confident he would be able to hear the most likely familiar and obvious sound. Zinni was well known for her ability with a blade. Carving a ham like him would be easy. Im going to start easy on you, boy. She spoke solemnly. And if you answer my questions you wont get hurt. This game is simple. Understood? She asked, eyeballing his masculine form as it was displayed in front of her ready to bleed. She licked her lips at the thought of getting her revenge. Now. What is your name, waterbender? Dont make me have to ask again.