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 Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 11:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 8:35 pm
Dao was becoming a woman. The teen look down at her reflection in the hot bath, tilting her head to one side. Her hair was growing. It was interesting, having had a shaved head her entire youth. The hair suited her. Shiny, strong, black. She had her mother's blue eyes and tan skin, and she knew her had her family's hair. Black. Fire Nation.
Standing, she let the water shed off her body, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. Dao Rui had scars, just like any warrior. But she was beautiful, dangerous curves and slim muscles. Dao. A chinese pirate's sword. Sharp.
Her time for self-reflection was over. She had more training to do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:35 pm
Sometimes I worry that I am becoming too much like my father. I remember the day Aunt Khutulan told me about my mother's death. He killed her, I know. He was a fierce firebender, and incredibly smart. These are not bad traits, I know. However, he was also willing to do whatever he had to, to accomplish his task.
I do not know the circumstances of his death, but I believe them to be violent, and delivered from his own sister, Khutulan.
As I travel, as I fight, as I learn, I discover this fire within me, that allows me to shape my bending into something more dangerous than your usual air. It is hot, and cutting. One of the Masters at the Temple tells me there were once benders there that could do this as well. That it is an ancient art. I do not know how this will pan out for me, but I feel I must continue upon this path.
As long as I am at peace within, my power will only grow.
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