[A/N: Concept from this fic, here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9671481/1/Fr... ]
The South Pole is really fucking cold. And trust me, when I say cold, I do mean cold.
Seriously, if you go outside without at least a dozen layers of clothing covering every inch of skin?
Yeah, you can probably say goodbye to whatever appendages you happen to leave exposed.
Well.
At least, if you're an ordinary person. But, then, not everyone can be ordinary.
For better or worse.
And, well. You see.
There is one certain type of individual, among the people of the Southern Water Tribe, one particular kind of bizarrely gifted sod, who is completely unbothered by these frozen ass temperatures. And when I say unbothered, I don't just mean that they don't start shivering when it gets really cold out. No, I mean they can and will easily go outside in nothing but their smallclothes, their underwear.
In the South Pole.
The people of the Southern Water Tribe call the rare few souls born with such unnatural resilience to the cold "Loin-gods." This is both because these crazy fuckers will gladly walk into a blizzard wearing nothing but a loincloth and come out of it looking no worse for the wear, but also because they are said to be blessed by the Ocean Spirit with an incomparable innate sexual prowess and potency, whether male or female.
Also, just to really rub the salt in the wound, they tend to be naturally brilliant and athletic, born leaders and hunters and caretakers and warriors. When someone in the Southern Water Tribe is learned to be a Loin-god, the resultant celebrations can go on for weeks, simply because these people are so highly venerated in their culture.
It was the same way for Sokka, when Chief Hakoda and his wife Kya learned that their firstborn son possessed the Gift.
Even with the war and the ever-looming threat of Fire Nation raids, the celebrations went on for nearly a month. Because the last time a Loin-god had been born into the Southern Water Tribe had been around the same time as the last waterbender had been born.
Well, that is, at least until everyone learned that Sokka's little sister, Katara, was in fact a waterbender.
And when they did realize this?
Well, let's just say that the Southern Water Tribe, as a whole, spent more time drunk out of their minds that year than they did for the entire previous quarter-century.
Of course, all good things must come to an end, and when the Fire Nation learned of the bitchin' kegger being held in the South Pole, they sent their finest firebending assholes to kill the Southern Water Tribe's buzz (also Sokka and Katara's mom). And, well, I think you know how things went, after that.
If you are reading this, after all, then it is certainly more than likely that you are intimately familiar with Avatar: the Last Airbender.
And if you aren't?
Go watch it. The entire series. Right the fuck NOW.
(but not the movie because the movie sucks whale testicles)
Don't worry, we'll wait.
...
...
...they gone?
Good.
Now that it's just us cool cats, let's continue.
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