The Face Stealer: Korra
The Face Stealer: Korra
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender / The Legend of Korra
Characters: Korra, Koh
Words: 304
Notes: The Face-Stealer drabbles and fics were originally written in a series of blind requests. People gave me a character name and a “yes” or “no”, not knowing why or that their answer would define if the character they requested fell to Koh. I wanted to try my hand at writing Koh and various other characters to challenge myself and greatly enjoyed the process. For Owldee’s birthday I decided to revisit Koh and have him meet with Avatar Korra. :3
"Who are you...?" Her voice echoes in the gloom and she twitches the mask she wears uncomfortably... why'd Aang tell her to wear a mask anyway? She purses her lips and makes to take it off but then her eyes catch on movement; something emerging from the shadows. Its body is something out of a nightmare- massive, insect like; yet the face is worse: pale as milk with lips the color of blood and eyes painted with shadows.
She shivers and it smiles and her stomach is clenching...
"We meet again, Avatar."
She takes a step back, eyes narrowing. “I think I’d remember meeting you.”
“You were a spiritual failure until recently, as I understand it… but it seems your past life has contacted you. What a lovely mask…”
He moves closer and her skin prickles, goosebumps rising.
“I should punish you,” He whispers in her ear and her breath sticks in her throat. “Like Kuruk…”
“Punish me for what?!” She pulls away, and her temper flairs, her instincts screaming to put distance between her and this… thing, but she steps and his tail lashes out and suddenly, knocking the air from her before she can firebend and pinning her against the wall.
“You are arrogant!” He roars the words and she gasps, but before she can even try to strike out at him he starts to laugh. Low and cold, he laughs at her, a spindly leg caressing the cheek of her mask as his wicked mouth stretches into a too-wide smile. “Water Avatars…” He muses, releasing her. She still can’t quite breathe. “You are so eager to connect with your past lives…” He murmurs. “Ask them of Kuruk’s fate before it becomes our own.”
Korra sits bolt upright in her bed, drenched in cold sweat.
She knows it was not a dream.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender / The Legend of Korra
Characters: Korra, Koh
Words: 304
Notes: The Face-Stealer drabbles and fics were originally written in a series of blind requests. People gave me a character name and a “yes” or “no”, not knowing why or that their answer would define if the character they requested fell to Koh. I wanted to try my hand at writing Koh and various other characters to challenge myself and greatly enjoyed the process. For Owldee’s birthday I decided to revisit Koh and have him meet with Avatar Korra. :3
"Who are you...?" Her voice echoes in the gloom and she twitches the mask she wears uncomfortably... why'd Aang tell her to wear a mask anyway? She purses her lips and makes to take it off but then her eyes catch on movement; something emerging from the shadows. Its body is something out of a nightmare- massive, insect like; yet the face is worse: pale as milk with lips the color of blood and eyes painted with shadows.
She shivers and it smiles and her stomach is clenching...
"We meet again, Avatar."
She takes a step back, eyes narrowing. “I think I’d remember meeting you.”
“You were a spiritual failure until recently, as I understand it… but it seems your past life has contacted you. What a lovely mask…”
He moves closer and her skin prickles, goosebumps rising.
“I should punish you,” He whispers in her ear and her breath sticks in her throat. “Like Kuruk…”
“Punish me for what?!” She pulls away, and her temper flairs, her instincts screaming to put distance between her and this… thing, but she steps and his tail lashes out and suddenly, knocking the air from her before she can firebend and pinning her against the wall.
“You are arrogant!” He roars the words and she gasps, but before she can even try to strike out at him he starts to laugh. Low and cold, he laughs at her, a spindly leg caressing the cheek of her mask as his wicked mouth stretches into a too-wide smile. “Water Avatars…” He muses, releasing her. She still can’t quite breathe. “You are so eager to connect with your past lives…” He murmurs. “Ask them of Kuruk’s fate before it becomes our own.”
Korra sits bolt upright in her bed, drenched in cold sweat.
She knows it was not a dream.