Avatar: The White Flame
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Thu Jan 12, 2012 10:32:11 PM(Really wanted to make my own Avatar Fanfic for a while XD Please tell me what you think! 
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-Chapter 1-
I sigh, staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes were mostly green at the moment, but there were still hints of yellow here and there. The turquoise border of my irises pulsates every now and then, but never reaches the cat-like pupils. My eyes slide up to scan the pure white hair. People usually describe my hair style as being a duck butt; I don’t like to admit it, but it’s a correct way of putting it. Then there are my bangs, which are longer than my (slightly) slender face. I stroke fair skinned fingers through the top of my head; my hair is as soft as ever. But with each movement of my hand, a feather falls to the marble floor.
I remove my fingers from my hair, and growl quietly. It’s all because I had been overjoyed by a simple candy bar…When I get too happy, stressed, sad or angry my hair falls out in feathers. I’m waiting for the day that I go bald, but I have so much hair I don’t think it could happen.
With a short snort, I push myself away from the sink. Before my back can slam into the wall, I’m able to stop. I pivot on my heel, now facing the door. Quickly, I exit the small bathroom.
I can feel the people in the store look in my direction. Man, I hate staring. I bite at the air, like an irritated animal would do to a fly. This causes everyone to go back to what they were doing before.
“Hey shark mouth, why don’t you settle down there?” a man questions. I look down to glare at a short, old guy. His eyebrows are so thick and long that they cover his eyes. His hands stroke a long, gray beard. The man wears Earth Kingdom clothing, mostly green and gold...or it’s brown…
“For your information, I don’t like being stared at. Another thing, I don’t like being called shark mouth,” I state, crossing arms over chest. My nose twitches, and I sneeze.
“Well there’s a reason to stare at some kid who is dropping feathers!” The man exclaims, releasing a hearty chuckle. “And when you have teeth like those babies people have a right to call you shark mouth.” Both of those things are true…especially since my teeth are all fangs…like a shark’s.
“Was there something you needed?” I grumble.
“Just wanted to make sure you were okay,” The man smiles kindly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. But thanks for worrying,” I sigh. I give him a short wave before leaving the store. A breeze shifts my yellow jacket to the right. On the back of my jacket is a fancy design. It’s of white wings that begin near the shoulders, goes down, and then curls to the sides of the jacket. Bordering the entire bottom of the jacket are feather designs. I don’t wear a shirt underneath, and I have the jacket completely unbuttoned, but my abdomen is wrapped at least.
I start walking, taking in the scenery of Ba Sing Se. People walk around, carefree and happy. The aura of the place is calming to the soul. I listen to the monorail as it moves, and tilt my head back to watch it. So, Earthbenders power that? What would be a word to describe it? Great? No. Awesome? No. Amazing? No. What about?…No…
“Fascinating!” I grin, pounding my right fist into the left palm. I continue walking, more towards the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se; where refugees and the poor mostly live in the area. It’s weird going from the Upper Ring, which is full of magnificent structures and nicely dressed people, to more beaten up buildings with the inhabitants to match.
)-Chapter 1-
I sigh, staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes were mostly green at the moment, but there were still hints of yellow here and there. The turquoise border of my irises pulsates every now and then, but never reaches the cat-like pupils. My eyes slide up to scan the pure white hair. People usually describe my hair style as being a duck butt; I don’t like to admit it, but it’s a correct way of putting it. Then there are my bangs, which are longer than my (slightly) slender face. I stroke fair skinned fingers through the top of my head; my hair is as soft as ever. But with each movement of my hand, a feather falls to the marble floor.
I remove my fingers from my hair, and growl quietly. It’s all because I had been overjoyed by a simple candy bar…When I get too happy, stressed, sad or angry my hair falls out in feathers. I’m waiting for the day that I go bald, but I have so much hair I don’t think it could happen.
With a short snort, I push myself away from the sink. Before my back can slam into the wall, I’m able to stop. I pivot on my heel, now facing the door. Quickly, I exit the small bathroom.
I can feel the people in the store look in my direction. Man, I hate staring. I bite at the air, like an irritated animal would do to a fly. This causes everyone to go back to what they were doing before.
“Hey shark mouth, why don’t you settle down there?” a man questions. I look down to glare at a short, old guy. His eyebrows are so thick and long that they cover his eyes. His hands stroke a long, gray beard. The man wears Earth Kingdom clothing, mostly green and gold...or it’s brown…
“For your information, I don’t like being stared at. Another thing, I don’t like being called shark mouth,” I state, crossing arms over chest. My nose twitches, and I sneeze.
“Well there’s a reason to stare at some kid who is dropping feathers!” The man exclaims, releasing a hearty chuckle. “And when you have teeth like those babies people have a right to call you shark mouth.” Both of those things are true…especially since my teeth are all fangs…like a shark’s.
“Was there something you needed?” I grumble.
“Just wanted to make sure you were okay,” The man smiles kindly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. But thanks for worrying,” I sigh. I give him a short wave before leaving the store. A breeze shifts my yellow jacket to the right. On the back of my jacket is a fancy design. It’s of white wings that begin near the shoulders, goes down, and then curls to the sides of the jacket. Bordering the entire bottom of the jacket are feather designs. I don’t wear a shirt underneath, and I have the jacket completely unbuttoned, but my abdomen is wrapped at least.
I start walking, taking in the scenery of Ba Sing Se. People walk around, carefree and happy. The aura of the place is calming to the soul. I listen to the monorail as it moves, and tilt my head back to watch it. So, Earthbenders power that? What would be a word to describe it? Great? No. Awesome? No. Amazing? No. What about?…No…
“Fascinating!” I grin, pounding my right fist into the left palm. I continue walking, more towards the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se; where refugees and the poor mostly live in the area. It’s weird going from the Upper Ring, which is full of magnificent structures and nicely dressed people, to more beaten up buildings with the inhabitants to match.
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I mean YOLO right?
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I mean YOLO right?
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I mean YOLO right?
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Posts: 31277
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I mean YOLO right?
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