Two days until my birthday~!
It is COLD! Like, really freaking COLD! I went to bed yesterday and it was pretty warm, a little cool and then I wake up this morning and suddenly it's COLD! O_o
Not that it's a bad thing- just sort of weird.
Meh, and here's a little unfinished Avatar ficlet thing that I was typing instead of my English essay. Procrastinating? Whatever gave you that idea? It's Zhao/Zula-ish, I guess.
Zhao looks down at the training grounds from the stands in admiration. Below a young warrior is dominating the ring, defeating each opponent with precise, vicious movements.
“That boy- what is his name?” Zhao asks Li, watching as yet another bender takes his place in the ring.
Li gives the captain an odd look. “That ‘boy’ is the daughter of the Fire Lord, Princess Zula.”
The princess strikes, the boy falls and she moves in for the finishing blow. He is the last opponent and she grins, throwing arms up in triumph.
Zhao smiles. “She is quite impressive, this Princess.”
After the match he walks down to meet the young royal, with Li following several feet behind him.
Zhao steps onto the tiles and walks across the ring. “You are Princess Zula, I understand. My name is Captain Zhao.”
Zula looks at him and there is amusement dancing in her eyes. “Very well, it is good to know the name of your opponent before you defeat them, I suppose.” She slides her right foot backwards and brings her arms up in an attack stance.
Zhao arches an eyebrow. “I’m sorry but what?”
She smiles. “Surely you know the rules of combat- everyone who steps into the ring is considered an opponent.”
Zhao glances at Li, who just shrugs at him, safely outside of the ring. Zhao looks at the girl across from him. “I am a captain in the army of your father- I really don’t think such a match would be fair.”
“I know it’s not fair.” The smile on her face twists into a smirk. “But don’t worry- I’ll go easy on you.” Fire flares from her fingertips and she lunges forward.
He moves to the side just enough to avoid the flames. “Very well,” he tugs at his armor and it falls to the floor, “but be warned- I am not one of your playmates.”
Her only response is another attack, an assault of fire that he just barely evades.
[Insert fight scene here, yes?]
She falls and he holds a fist aimed at her face, a signal that the match is over.
“Little girl,” he pants, trying to catch his breath, “how old are you?”
“My name is Princess Zula and I am twelve years old,” she snarls.
“Well, Princess Zula,” he pauses and gives her a crooked smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
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Also: HUG ME! XD You know you wanna! (And no, I have no shame at all :P)
Not that it's a bad thing- just sort of weird.
Meh, and here's a little unfinished Avatar ficlet thing that I was typing instead of my English essay. Procrastinating? Whatever gave you that idea? It's Zhao/Zula-ish, I guess.
Zhao looks down at the training grounds from the stands in admiration. Below a young warrior is dominating the ring, defeating each opponent with precise, vicious movements.
“That boy- what is his name?” Zhao asks Li, watching as yet another bender takes his place in the ring.
Li gives the captain an odd look. “That ‘boy’ is the daughter of the Fire Lord, Princess Zula.”
The princess strikes, the boy falls and she moves in for the finishing blow. He is the last opponent and she grins, throwing arms up in triumph.
Zhao smiles. “She is quite impressive, this Princess.”
After the match he walks down to meet the young royal, with Li following several feet behind him.
Zhao steps onto the tiles and walks across the ring. “You are Princess Zula, I understand. My name is Captain Zhao.”
Zula looks at him and there is amusement dancing in her eyes. “Very well, it is good to know the name of your opponent before you defeat them, I suppose.” She slides her right foot backwards and brings her arms up in an attack stance.
Zhao arches an eyebrow. “I’m sorry but what?”
She smiles. “Surely you know the rules of combat- everyone who steps into the ring is considered an opponent.”
Zhao glances at Li, who just shrugs at him, safely outside of the ring. Zhao looks at the girl across from him. “I am a captain in the army of your father- I really don’t think such a match would be fair.”
“I know it’s not fair.” The smile on her face twists into a smirk. “But don’t worry- I’ll go easy on you.” Fire flares from her fingertips and she lunges forward.
He moves to the side just enough to avoid the flames. “Very well,” he tugs at his armor and it falls to the floor, “but be warned- I am not one of your playmates.”
Her only response is another attack, an assault of fire that he just barely evades.
[Insert fight scene here, yes?]
She falls and he holds a fist aimed at her face, a signal that the match is over.
“Little girl,” he pants, trying to catch his breath, “how old are you?”
“My name is Princess Zula and I am twelve years old,” she snarls.
“Well, Princess Zula,” he pauses and gives her a crooked smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
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Also: HUG ME! XD You know you wanna! (And no, I have no shame at all :P)