malin
Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2012
- Location
- with Carmen Sandiego
Arrluk Let out a long sigh, watching his breath fade in the chilling wind. Everyone was taking their chance to recover from the recent raid. Normally the cold didn't even effect him, but Raids were always difficult to deal with, as the fire bending caused heat and sweat even under the heavy southern clothing. The battle field was covered in a heavy fog, the fire benders were gone, and Arrluk was tending to the battlefield.
They had lost a few more of his water bending tribesmen. He was one of the lucky ones, and had been able to fight off his attackers. However with each raid more and more of the people around him had been captured. However this time it seemed they had gotten the upper hand during the battle, and the fire benders, as always had left their wounded. Driving a spear into the chest of one fire bender he didn't get anything more then the escape of air. The man had apparently bled to death during the battle. Drawing his spear back he walked to find the next body.
The sun was slowly starting to fade away. The raiders always came during the day, and luckily there presence was always announced by the black snow that fell around the village thanks to their giant ships. The fire navy was powerful, and destructive, but even now his fellow benders were remaking the homes that were damaged, and getting food ready. Still it was his job to find the wounded, tend to his own, and get rid of the rest. It was not a job he took pleasure in, however the last thing anyone wanted was a wounded fire bender healing up, and attacking them while they had their guard down.
The chilling winds were starting to pick up, and Arrluk took the opportunity to put up his hood. His tribesmen were only playing defensively, but if anyone really wanted this war to end, they needed to pick up the pace, and work with the other nations. Mobilize some kind of attack while there were still water benders left in the south.
They had lost a few more of his water bending tribesmen. He was one of the lucky ones, and had been able to fight off his attackers. However with each raid more and more of the people around him had been captured. However this time it seemed they had gotten the upper hand during the battle, and the fire benders, as always had left their wounded. Driving a spear into the chest of one fire bender he didn't get anything more then the escape of air. The man had apparently bled to death during the battle. Drawing his spear back he walked to find the next body.
The sun was slowly starting to fade away. The raiders always came during the day, and luckily there presence was always announced by the black snow that fell around the village thanks to their giant ships. The fire navy was powerful, and destructive, but even now his fellow benders were remaking the homes that were damaged, and getting food ready. Still it was his job to find the wounded, tend to his own, and get rid of the rest. It was not a job he took pleasure in, however the last thing anyone wanted was a wounded fire bender healing up, and attacking them while they had their guard down.
The chilling winds were starting to pick up, and Arrluk took the opportunity to put up his hood. His tribesmen were only playing defensively, but if anyone really wanted this war to end, they needed to pick up the pace, and work with the other nations. Mobilize some kind of attack while there were still water benders left in the south.