The Firelord studied his captured barbarian. Red and ivory beads decorated black hair slowly turning silky under the repeated washings of his handlers. Blue eyes were icy with hate, and the Water Chief's jewelry shone with a polished gleam.
He was beautifully androgynous, Chief Ozai was. Hakoda had thought only men of the Fire Nation could be like that.
The Water Chief sat there, chains binding his arms together behind him, expression haughty, face beautiful. He sat there, and one of his handlers lay dying from ice in his lungs. Carelessness around the seemingly docile waterbender.
Rage flared in Hakoda's chest, and smoke drifted from his hands. How dare this man be alive? How dare Ozai live while Kya didn't, while so many other folk of the Fire Nation lost their personal fight to bring enlightenment to the foreigners and barbarians?
"If you beg, I might find mercy in me," the Firelord snarled.
Ozai/Hakoda, beg
He was beautifully androgynous, Chief Ozai was. Hakoda had thought only men of the Fire Nation could be like that.
The Water Chief sat there, chains binding his arms together behind him, expression haughty, face beautiful. He sat there, and one of his handlers lay dying from ice in his lungs. Carelessness around the seemingly docile waterbender.
Rage flared in Hakoda's chest, and smoke drifted from his hands. How dare this man be alive? How dare Ozai live while Kya didn't, while so many other folk of the Fire Nation lost their personal fight to bring enlightenment to the foreigners and barbarians?
"If you beg, I might find mercy in me," the Firelord snarled.
The Water Chief spat on the floor between them.