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Sokka vs. The Fireflakes"Okay, this is really, really weird," I said to Aang as we left Prince Jerk or former Prince Jerk in his own room. Aang smiled optimistically and nodded serenely. Of course he's not too worried. He has way too much faith in mankind; the same way Katara has hope. Speak of the water witch, there she was heading towards Prince Jerk's room right now. She looked pissed.
"Hey, what the hell happened?!" Haru burst in, followed closely by Teo and Duke. Sorry, I mean The Duke.
"What you mean about letting Zuko join us?" Aang asked.
"I meant what happened here?" Haru gestured to the blown up debris and the occasional missing building. Okay, fair enough. "W-wait a second Zuko w-whaaat?"
"Zuko saved us from Combustion Man," Aang explained. I harrumphed. Seriously, all the guy did was get himself blown off a cliffside. Do I get any acknowledgement around here? And what about poor Boomerang?! "He's going to teach me firebending."
"What?!" Haru, Teo and
A Student I Used to KnowNight fell as Master Piandao sat in his study reflecting on former students. Sokka was the first interesting student he had trained in a while. Actually, Sokka was the only Water Tribe person he had ever trained, which was a unique experience of itself. Master Piandao shook his head in amusement. Before the boy left he had to tell him to use a different alias how he survived in the Fire Nation so long using such a distinct Water Tribe name Master Piandao didn't know. To seek lessons from an experienced Fire Nation swordsman was also a foolish gambit. Still, to be able to get into the Fire Nation stronghold in the first place Sokka had to be creative and intelligent to survive so Master Piandao wasn't particularly concerned. Sadly, many of the Fire Nation soldiers and even generals weren't particularly bright so it wasn't really a wonder that Sokka had managed to fool them. Master Piandao had trained some of them purely due to their "financial worth" and none of them had shown an
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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