Request a Ficlet!
So! First ten commenters to this post can request a ficlet of their choice. It will be between 100-500 words ideally, unless I ramble off forever. Which is my right.
Limitations:
- One request only
- It must be Avatar: the Last Airbender-related ( Read more... )
Limitations:
- One request only
- It must be Avatar: the Last Airbender-related ( Read more... )
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Dusk in the high forest near Gaipan settled quickly, the massive trees blocking the dregs of sunlight. Iroh and Sokka made camp early, just as the sun touched the horizon. As the night settled and grew cold, Iroh was thankful for the warmth of the fire and the white dog curled against his side.
Sokka glanced off into the darkness abruptly, his body language speaking of something sensed that he did not like. Iroh touched his shoulder to calm him.
"Oh, traveler, is there any room by your fire?" A soft, feminine voice asked. A woman appeared out of the darkness, clad in green and brown hanbok. Her skin was golden in the firelight, her hair a deep mahogany. A beautiful maiden, certainly, but Iroh marked how Sokka bristled at her.
"There is room," he said, gesturing to the place on his other side from the white dog. "Would you care for tea?"
"I would be most grateful for such," the woman said softly, settling herself next to him. Her knee brushed against his thigh.
Sokka growled.
Iroh smiled at the woman and turned to fetch tea supplies from his pack. He prepared a simple local tea, warming the mug between his hands rather than holding it in the fire. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the woman smooth the skirt of her hanbok, accentuating the curve of her legs beneath the heavy fabric.
"Such a fine companion you have," she said softly. "I have never seen the like."
Iroh scritched the white dog at his side. "He's from the Water Tribe. One doesn't see them much around here."
"No," she agreed, and her fingers pressed against his when she took the cup of tea from him.
They spoke little, and when the night chilled her, he did not object when she curled up closer to his side. Sokka's hackles raised, though, and he all but snarled at the woman.
Iroh marked that and marked it well.
"He doesn't like me much," she said softly, her hand coming to rest on Iroh's knee.
"It's odd. Usually he likes beautiful women very much," Iroh murmured as he wrapped an arm around her.
Her hand slid up his thigh, and Iroh slid his hand down her back, feeling the curve of her spine. Just before his hand reached her bottom, the white dog leaped across them. He sank his teeth in her hanbok and ripped, revealing three red fox tails!
The woman hissed and jerked away as Iroh gathered fire in one hand, transformed into a fine red vixen, and Sokka chased her from the campsite.
He came back sometime later, and Iroh scritched him behind the ears. "Good boy."
Sokka shifted, sliding from the form of a polar wolf to his human shape. "Seriously, Iroh, I'm not a dog."
Iroh allowed himself a secret smile and said nothing about what came of putting human traits into wolves.
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Also, the Grand Pimpmaster is more pimptastic than you. \m/
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And Zuko is so weirded out by the white wolves that are sometimes there in the Western Air Temple.)
Iroh doesn't mind kitsune ladies that want to suck his lifeforce out, man.
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