[If anyone were to tell Korra that she would one day miss seeing snow as far as the eye could see, she'd laugh. Hard. Having lived at the South Pole for more than seventeen years, all her life until going to Republic City, she's experienced more than most adults outside of the Water Tribe. In fact, she didn't miss it during her tenure in the capital of the United Republic.
That was before Tu Vishan, before the summer heat, and before she got to see her family in the mirrors that showed the future of the person in the mystical water in the palace.
Now she's atop one of the watchposts, looking out at the seemingly endless white. Almost too reminiscent of the walls around the compound that she trained in. The one she believed Aang practically sentenced her to. Only to find out a few weeks ago that it was actually her father and Tenzin's doing. Even with all that happened afterwards, it's still a sore spot for her.
A glance down at a pile of tools, frozen over and covered in ice, makes her lower onto her haunches. A brisk cold wind ruffles the hood of her jacket, mainly the white fur, but it doesn't seem to bother her. A wave of fingers turns the ice to snow and brushes it off them entirely. Depositing them in her sling bag, Korra stands up to look back out.
It's almost like being home again. That's when she spots a herd off in the distance. A tiny mass of fur from her point of view that's loosely kept together as it moves across the snow.
Wasting no time, Korra hops over the edge of the watchpost and brings her arms upwards in midair. Snow rises up to provide a downward ramp, turning to ice the instant he boots land on it and she slides down the long stretch making it look like the easiest thing in the world to do. When the tips of boots come into contact with the snow, a think board of ice forms underneath her and she's shredding along the top of of the snow; more keenly than the best surfer anyone from Earth may have seen.
In hardly any time at all she's keeping pace behind the herd, her hair being batted about by the wind. Staying behind them is a ploy, she's guiding them by posing as a threat. A predator. One that's waiting to find the stray to pick off. Weaving back and forth to keep them going in a direction closest to main road, Korra's finally able to cause one to dart in the wrong direction. What comes next is natural and the antlered beast tries to divert back toward the herd.
That's when the ice board speeds up and Korra is between it and them. Lowering her body into a crouch, she brings her arm up in a cross strike and a spike of ice rises out of the snow piercing through the very center of the creature's head with eerie precision. One most hunter's will never see in their lifetimes.
After a brief moment to make sure that the animal died as quickly as possible, Korra brought her arm back down and the spike turns to water. With the only thing holding it up gone, the creature falls lifelessly onto the snow. The herd behind is already disappearing off into the distance, she doesn't even bother to turn around to look at them.
With strength a girl her age normally would never have, Korra hooks her arms around it's legs and heaves the corpse onto her shoulders. When she's standing up straight, a smile is clearly on her face.
Just like being home and hunting with her father.]
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That was before Tu Vishan, before the summer heat, and before she got to see her family in the mirrors that showed the future of the person in the mystical water in the palace.
Now she's atop one of the watchposts, looking out at the seemingly endless white. Almost too reminiscent of the walls around the compound that she trained in. The one she believed Aang practically sentenced her to. Only to find out a few weeks ago that it was actually her father and Tenzin's doing. Even with all that happened afterwards, it's still a sore spot for her.
A glance down at a pile of tools, frozen over and covered in ice, makes her lower onto her haunches. A brisk cold wind ruffles the hood of her jacket, mainly the white fur, but it doesn't seem to bother her. A wave of fingers turns the ice to snow and brushes it off them entirely. Depositing them in her sling bag, Korra stands up to look back out.
It's almost like being home again. That's when she spots a herd off in the distance. A tiny mass of fur from her point of view that's loosely kept together as it moves across the snow.
Wasting no time, Korra hops over the edge of the watchpost and brings her arms upwards in midair. Snow rises up to provide a downward ramp, turning to ice the instant he boots land on it and she slides down the long stretch making it look like the easiest thing in the world to do. When the tips of boots come into contact with the snow, a think board of ice forms underneath her and she's shredding along the top of of the snow; more keenly than the best surfer anyone from Earth may have seen.
In hardly any time at all she's keeping pace behind the herd, her hair being batted about by the wind. Staying behind them is a ploy, she's guiding them by posing as a threat. A predator. One that's waiting to find the stray to pick off. Weaving back and forth to keep them going in a direction closest to main road, Korra's finally able to cause one to dart in the wrong direction. What comes next is natural and the antlered beast tries to divert back toward the herd.
That's when the ice board speeds up and Korra is between it and them. Lowering her body into a crouch, she brings her arm up in a cross strike and a spike of ice rises out of the snow piercing through the very center of the creature's head with eerie precision. One most hunter's will never see in their lifetimes.
After a brief moment to make sure that the animal died as quickly as possible, Korra brought her arm back down and the spike turns to water. With the only thing holding it up gone, the creature falls lifelessly onto the snow. The herd behind is already disappearing off into the distance, she doesn't even bother to turn around to look at them.
With strength a girl her age normally would never have, Korra hooks her arms around it's legs and heaves the corpse onto her shoulders. When she's standing up straight, a smile is clearly on her face.
Just like being home and hunting with her father.]