SokkaSnowWolfWarrior
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 12, 2015
Sokka was nervous, he paced back and forth across the dirt floor of the hut, staring out at the night sky through the window. He was on his way back to the Fire Nation, he'd been gone for a few days, checking up on his Tribe. Everything was well, the Northern water tribe's hostility had dumbed down somewhat after the announcement of his rise to power. He was still met with glares and whispered death threats from those who resided in the area. He paid them no heed, he was to make a diplomatic move to the Fire Nation, he would appoint his second in command as Chief of the tribe. He had faith that the young man would do well, he had hand trained the other for the role. He gave up pacing around the hut and walked out of it all together.
He'd been in the village for days, leaving the snow covered expanse for the just as cold and barren mainlands. He had stopped by this hut to rest himself for a moment. Sokka had no intention of staying any longer than he needed, he gathered supplies to take with him on his way to leave the village. Everyone had been somber upon his arrival, Katara's death had occurred only a few months earlier. He was adjusting well enough however.
He made his way to the docks and boarded a ship bound for the Fire Nation, he'd said his goodbyes to his people and he was now headed back to where he was needed. He had no idea the looming threat that hung over the village, his tribesmen remained silent in their fear, they did not want to trouble the Chief with a problem that they had brought upon themselves in the first place. A curse had been cast over the Southern Water Tribe, but he would learn of it in due time. He'd taken time as he was still currently in the Southern Water Tribe lands, to look over his own mind, flipping things in his head and weighing the options of life itself. The opportunities that danced in his vision as he took a while to travel alone, away from the others and his people. He'd turned away from those ideals, he was fully prepared to step into the flow of destiny that the Water God laid out before him. He realized he'd have to make due sacrifice and homage to the Fire God, Agni, when he returned to the Fire Nation. For now, he pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the porthole window. Gran Gran had packed him a bundle, complete with a warm, stitched blanket he now wrapped himself in to defend from the cold of the rocking ship. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief that his usual misfortune seemed to have waned over the passing years.
He'd been in the village for days, leaving the snow covered expanse for the just as cold and barren mainlands. He had stopped by this hut to rest himself for a moment. Sokka had no intention of staying any longer than he needed, he gathered supplies to take with him on his way to leave the village. Everyone had been somber upon his arrival, Katara's death had occurred only a few months earlier. He was adjusting well enough however.
He made his way to the docks and boarded a ship bound for the Fire Nation, he'd said his goodbyes to his people and he was now headed back to where he was needed. He had no idea the looming threat that hung over the village, his tribesmen remained silent in their fear, they did not want to trouble the Chief with a problem that they had brought upon themselves in the first place. A curse had been cast over the Southern Water Tribe, but he would learn of it in due time. He'd taken time as he was still currently in the Southern Water Tribe lands, to look over his own mind, flipping things in his head and weighing the options of life itself. The opportunities that danced in his vision as he took a while to travel alone, away from the others and his people. He'd turned away from those ideals, he was fully prepared to step into the flow of destiny that the Water God laid out before him. He realized he'd have to make due sacrifice and homage to the Fire God, Agni, when he returned to the Fire Nation. For now, he pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the porthole window. Gran Gran had packed him a bundle, complete with a warm, stitched blanket he now wrapped himself in to defend from the cold of the rocking ship. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief that his usual misfortune seemed to have waned over the passing years.