There was a Mama Bear that was unlike the others. She was motherly to all the cubs. Even the ones that were not hers. Sometimes the cubs didn't even have to be bears at all.
One day Mama Bear happened among a family of wolves. A beautiful Young Wolf did not fear Mama Bear. They seemed to have an immediate understanding. They would help each other find what the other needed. Whether it be food, shelter or simply company. Now Young Wolf thought herself inferior to the other wolves in the pack. Her coloring was fairer then the others too, she was slightly smaller in the others, she was also one of the younger wolves in the pack. She felt low on the pecking order indeed. It didn't help that her brothers were all much older and bigger then her.
But what the young wolf thought were disadvantages, Mama Bear knew them to be the opposite. Where the other wolves had brawn, Young Wolf had brains and imagination. Where the other wolves seemed to be all the same drab gray and brown, Young
Who Are You? PrologueWho Are You? Prologue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who Are You?
Sokka is walking through a swamp, his warrior senses attuned to any other movement and noise.
He can't remember exactly where he is or how he got there, or even exactly where he is going.
All he knows is that he's in a swamp looking for something...or someone...his mind must not be thinking clearly. He looks around and at the edges of his vision things are beginning to blur. He blinks, rubs his eyes, trying to clear up his vision. He looks down to see he's in his custom blue silk warrior robes, his katana on his belt at his waist. He grips the handle and tests his grip. He looks up to see the sunlight streaming through the tops of the trees and falling onto a woman about 40 paces from himself.
He calls out to her and she looks in his direction but doesn't make eye contact, she holds her head high and walks away from him.
He calls out again and she continues on her way, ignoring the young warrior. He begins to chase her and watches as the ribbons and sleeves on her dr
Who Are You? Ch1Who Are You? Ch12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who Are You?
Sokka didn't really have an answer. He sat up further and ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about it.
Sokka was the nephew of the Chief of Hotaru. He was a very skilled and disciplined Samurai warrior. He had trained in swordsmanship and combat at an extremely young age, he was methodical, cunning and imaginative. He was also honorable, courageous, confident and handsome or so all the local girls would say, of course they thought he was hilarious too if not just a tad too sarcastic, but he thought it added to his charm. So even though he was a non-bender, he felt he could still hold his own against almost anyone.
A knock at his door interrupts his thoughts.
“Sokka, are you up? Your uncle is here to talk to you.” His mother asked through the door.
“Yeah, I'll be right there.” Sokka replies as he rolls out of bed and gets ready quickly. He comes into his living room to see his father and his uncle, who also happens to be the Ch
After They're MarriedAfter They're MarriedAfter They're Married2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tahno sat behind the wheel of his large sailboat as they cruised on the open water towards a special spot he and Korra had found years ago. It was a sandbar that seemed to appear out of nowhere and made the water feel safer for their grand-kids to jump off the deck and into the relatively shallow water. Granted, it was still fifteen feet deep, but at least it was better than fifty feet, and the water was clear enough here that they would be able to spot the “sea monsters”, as Tahno and Korra’s youngest granddaughter, Lani, would say. Speaking of, the precocious six year old had climbed into his lap so she could “help” him steer the boat. While Lani was undoubtedly her own unique person, with her curly black hair, Tahno couldn’t help but be reminded of how his little sister Sura had looked at that age, and a wistful smile sprung onto his face as the ghosts of fond, old memories weaved through his thoughts.
Once they arrived at th
Wrapped Up In YouWrapped Up In You1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Even Eska had to admit it was beyond freezing. She knew Bolin would probably be worse off than she was because he wasn't used to the colder temperatures. So without a second thought, she left the warmth of her own bed and put on her coat to sneak down the hall to his room. Well it wasn't even 'sneaking' it was the dead of night and no one was up or even in the hall, she could have marched down the middle of it and stomped and no one would have noticed or cared because she was still Eska and no one really ever questioned her, except for Desna, but he trusted her to keep her head and wits so he didn't really count at the moment.
She silently entered Bolin's room and noticed Bolin's entire frame was shaking. He peeked out from beneath the covers to look at her.
“Eska?” He asked, his voice shaky, and his teeth chattering away. Eska shook her head slightly.
“You know Turtleduck, these blankets work better if you put them over you the right way.” She stated softly wit
Who Are You? EpilogueWho Are You? Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who Are You?
After Azula disappears down the rocky cliff, an eerie quiet settles over those still remaining on the plateau. Everyone turns to look expectantly at the woman Kaori had previously possessed, waiting in silence for Kaori to once again revisit the body, but nothing about the disoriented girl changes.
“What?” she asks, confused as to why everyone is staring at her.
“Where's Kaori?” Takashi asks warily.
“She is dead,” an ethereal voice suddenly echoes in the air around them. Kudokuten appears in the midst of the small gathering and begins to explain Kaori’s absence. “Dead in human terms, that is. She has finally passed on from this world and onto the next. What did you think you were agreeing to, Takashi? Kaori owed two lives; Hana and the baby. In order to repair the balance, two lives needed to be sacrificed; Kaori and Azula. How is it that none of you comprehend the simplicity of the matter?”
We Love the Water PrologueWe Love the Water Prologue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
We Love the Water
The first time Tahno met Korra was on a wedding aisle. He was in a black tux, his hair was perfectly combed to the side, and his bluish, gray eyes were fixed into a serious scowl on his face. He didn't see why he had to walk down the stupid aisle in this stupid suit next to this way too annoying girl who was taking her responsibilities as a flower girl far too lightly. For Pete's sake, she was so carelessly throwing those flower petals just wherever she pleased. Those were supposed to go on the aisle for the bride to walk on. He looked down and double checked to make sure the rings were still on the pillow he was clutching for what felt like the hundredth time. If anything was going to go wrong, it would not be his fault.
“You're doing it wrong,” he told her as they started walking down the aisle.
“Look, I'm the flower girl, so I decide where these flower petals go. You just have to deal with it, Pretty Boy,” she sassed back as she pra
Not a SlaveNot a Slave1 year ago in Romance More Like This
In the beginning it was unclear who was the slave and who was the master for anyone looking in on the budding romance between them.
But behind closed doors, when it was just the two of them, it was clear that it wasn't about that.Not at all. In the beginning, sure, Eska bossed Bolin around, it was just her way, she grew up seeing her parents do it, it seemed to be that it was her right as a princess to do the same, if anyone could ever witness her speak.
Eska knew her outspoken cousin thought she was odd, creepy even, but whenever Korra remarked that Eska and Desna were their father's slaves, that seemed to sting. Especially knowing Korra wasn't alone in this assumption.
Eska never had a reason to question anything her father told her to do, she could see the logic behind it, it made sense, why would she question something that made sense? Eska found the wisdom in listening to other people, you learned more that way. She learned from an early age that you can fix a lot of proble
Boleska: Facing the FactsIt hit her at a pro-bending match, of all places. Surrounded by thousands of complete strangers (the vast majority of them buffoons), disregarding the reek of sweat that filled the arena, and making absolutely no effort to feign even the slightest interest in the action in the ring, the princess of the Northern Water Tribe experienced an epiphany.Boleska: Facing the Facts2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The truth was that Eska did not and had never had any particular use for people. She was more or less unconcerned with them. People reached out to others for companionship, for affection and love, or to gain something material they could not get otherwise. Eska lacked none of these things. She had Desna, her other half, her me-not-me, and they were complete in and of themselves. Why should she- why should they- bother with anyone else? Their material needs were provided for, and even if they were to find themselves bereft of the comforts with which they had been surrounded, they were extremely capable in their own right and would not l
Joy RideJoy Ride1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Bolin could honestly, without a doubt or hesitation say, he had never, ever, met a girl like Eska.
Back in Republic City, he was something of a celebrity. He and his brother had worked their butts off becoming the best pro-benders they could be. And he was used to being recognized and have girls fall effortlessly for his charms. So being in the public eye was something he was used to.
But all of that completely changed when he met Eska. At first he didn't know exactly what to make of her, and there were things about her that made him uneasy, at first. But the more time he spent with her, the more he noticed. There were a lot of people who had issues telling the two apart, but not him. He knew the differences between them like he knew the differences between his own brother and himself. And one of those differences was subtlety. Where Korra was loud and brash, Eska was quiet and reserved but that did not mean she wasn't just as lively, just as vivacious, just as strong, just as much fun