malin
Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2012
- Location
- with Carmen Sandiego
"I hate ice."
It was stupid to say, he was covered in it. Ice and snow was about all he could see. Tseng Li was a low ranking member of the southern raiders. An elite group of Sailors who for the past twenty years of Sozin's great war had been charged with removing the water benders from the south. It had been a job full of long trips away from the home land up in to this frozen wasteland of a hole that southern water tribe had crawled out of.
At least that had been his job, currently his job was to bleed out in the ice and snow. Hence his hatred of it. In the last raid their had been complications, and one of the water bending scum managed to puncture strait through his armor with an ice strike. His brothers had their orders, strike quick and disappear leave the wounded... He coughed tasting the strong flavor of his blood. Yep he was bound to die out in the cold for this one.
He didn't blame his people, He was proud to serve the fire nation, Sozin had been correct to spread his will to the other nations, and Azulon was doing the nation's leadership proud by establishing the harsh rules of war. For the several years The fire nation has gone up against the might of the earth kingdom, and the water tribes, and whats more they have been winning.
How could they be wrong when they had all the strength? Letting out a cold breath Tseng was ready to accept death. He had done his best on the battle field and could die with his honor intact. Even though it was a rather painful, and slow way to die, the ice lodged in his wound was damn cold, and the snow was now red with blood, he couldn't stop the bleeding though he had foolishly tried, and nearly ended up setting himself on fire when he tried to cauterize the wound. Fire had very few healing properties after all. His head felt light and his green eyes looked up to the sky.
Like most members of the fire nation, he was about 5'6" and his hair was cut. He was a sailor, and right now wore the black and red of the southern raiders, though he had lost his helmet showing his short brown hair as he was sprawled out in the snow. His breath let out small puffs of warm air against the cold of the Southern winds. The sky was blue, and clear. If it wasn't for the fact that he was pretty sure he was dying in a field of ice it would have been a beautiful day.
It was stupid to say, he was covered in it. Ice and snow was about all he could see. Tseng Li was a low ranking member of the southern raiders. An elite group of Sailors who for the past twenty years of Sozin's great war had been charged with removing the water benders from the south. It had been a job full of long trips away from the home land up in to this frozen wasteland of a hole that southern water tribe had crawled out of.
At least that had been his job, currently his job was to bleed out in the ice and snow. Hence his hatred of it. In the last raid their had been complications, and one of the water bending scum managed to puncture strait through his armor with an ice strike. His brothers had their orders, strike quick and disappear leave the wounded... He coughed tasting the strong flavor of his blood. Yep he was bound to die out in the cold for this one.
He didn't blame his people, He was proud to serve the fire nation, Sozin had been correct to spread his will to the other nations, and Azulon was doing the nation's leadership proud by establishing the harsh rules of war. For the several years The fire nation has gone up against the might of the earth kingdom, and the water tribes, and whats more they have been winning.
How could they be wrong when they had all the strength? Letting out a cold breath Tseng was ready to accept death. He had done his best on the battle field and could die with his honor intact. Even though it was a rather painful, and slow way to die, the ice lodged in his wound was damn cold, and the snow was now red with blood, he couldn't stop the bleeding though he had foolishly tried, and nearly ended up setting himself on fire when he tried to cauterize the wound. Fire had very few healing properties after all. His head felt light and his green eyes looked up to the sky.
Like most members of the fire nation, he was about 5'6" and his hair was cut. He was a sailor, and right now wore the black and red of the southern raiders, though he had lost his helmet showing his short brown hair as he was sprawled out in the snow. His breath let out small puffs of warm air against the cold of the Southern winds. The sky was blue, and clear. If it wasn't for the fact that he was pretty sure he was dying in a field of ice it would have been a beautiful day.