Post by ryota on Jan 23, 2007 18:28:03 GMT -5
The rising sun cast its light on the shores of Chameleon Bay, where a camp of warriors from the Southern Water Tribe was set up. Four ships rested in the sand, each one with a cobalt sail bearing the insignia of their tribe, while ten blue tents in two rows of five sat on either side of the main tent, which was about twice the size as all the others, the use of which was for various things.
A thickset figure emerged, lumbering out of the tent second to the end, on the left side of the largest tent. This was Ryota, clad in nothing more than his fundoshi. He didn't care if anyone saw him wearing as little as he was, since he was surrounded by his fellow men whom he had known his whole life, and were practically his brothers anyway. He just hoped no women unexpectedly showed up at this point, as his pudgy physique was not what a typical woman would find attractive.
A frizzed mess of brown hair sat atop his head, as usual, not held down by a headband, and his tanned face bore about two day's growth of stubble. He ambled over to stand in the tide, letting the water wash over his feet, going here to look at the rising sun on this clear morning. He knew it would be a beautiful day. He stood there for a few minutes, ankle deep in the waters of the bay, appreciatingthe colorful sky, then headed back to his tent.
He put on his leggings and yukata, tied the gauze wrappings around his thick, hairy forearms, then washed his face in a small basin before tying down the locks of hair in front of his ears and donning his indigo headband, over which a few wavy strands of hair fell, as always. As he walked out from his tent, he noticed a few of the other warriors standing around the fire pit across from his tent, though he knew that Hakoda, their leader, as well as most of the other older men of the tribe were inside the main tent were strategizing or something, in case of another inevitable battle with the Fire Nation.
Exiting his tent once again, his stomach grumbled loudly, which was understandable, for many reasons. For one, it was early in the morning and he had nothing to eat so far, not to mention that one of the tribesmen was cooking something that smelled delightful. He casuallysauntered over to the fire pit, where Kanguq, who often served as the tribe's cook, was making a fish stew of sorts for breakfast. Kanguq turned his head and smiled at the disheveled Ryota, who smiled a wide, friendly grin.
"Good morning, Kanguq", he said, scratching the side of his belly. "Good morning, Ryota. How are you?" said the cook, handing Ryota an empty porcelain bowl, which had clearly been crafted in the Earth Kingdom. Ryota, in a half-asleep stupor, mumbled "I'm fine" as he looked at the bowl. Confused, he held it on its side and showed it to the cook "What is this for?", to which Kanguq replied with a soft snicker "what do you think?" Ryota came to his senses, then laughed for a second, "oh, calm down. I'm still groggy, you know..." The cook filled Ryota's bowl with stew, then Ryota sat, cross-legged, a few feet from the fire pit and the cook, eating, while some of the other warriors gathered around to eat their breakfast, as well.
A thickset figure emerged, lumbering out of the tent second to the end, on the left side of the largest tent. This was Ryota, clad in nothing more than his fundoshi. He didn't care if anyone saw him wearing as little as he was, since he was surrounded by his fellow men whom he had known his whole life, and were practically his brothers anyway. He just hoped no women unexpectedly showed up at this point, as his pudgy physique was not what a typical woman would find attractive.
A frizzed mess of brown hair sat atop his head, as usual, not held down by a headband, and his tanned face bore about two day's growth of stubble. He ambled over to stand in the tide, letting the water wash over his feet, going here to look at the rising sun on this clear morning. He knew it would be a beautiful day. He stood there for a few minutes, ankle deep in the waters of the bay, appreciatingthe colorful sky, then headed back to his tent.
He put on his leggings and yukata, tied the gauze wrappings around his thick, hairy forearms, then washed his face in a small basin before tying down the locks of hair in front of his ears and donning his indigo headband, over which a few wavy strands of hair fell, as always. As he walked out from his tent, he noticed a few of the other warriors standing around the fire pit across from his tent, though he knew that Hakoda, their leader, as well as most of the other older men of the tribe were inside the main tent were strategizing or something, in case of another inevitable battle with the Fire Nation.
Exiting his tent once again, his stomach grumbled loudly, which was understandable, for many reasons. For one, it was early in the morning and he had nothing to eat so far, not to mention that one of the tribesmen was cooking something that smelled delightful. He casuallysauntered over to the fire pit, where Kanguq, who often served as the tribe's cook, was making a fish stew of sorts for breakfast. Kanguq turned his head and smiled at the disheveled Ryota, who smiled a wide, friendly grin.
"Good morning, Kanguq", he said, scratching the side of his belly. "Good morning, Ryota. How are you?" said the cook, handing Ryota an empty porcelain bowl, which had clearly been crafted in the Earth Kingdom. Ryota, in a half-asleep stupor, mumbled "I'm fine" as he looked at the bowl. Confused, he held it on its side and showed it to the cook "What is this for?", to which Kanguq replied with a soft snicker "what do you think?" Ryota came to his senses, then laughed for a second, "oh, calm down. I'm still groggy, you know..." The cook filled Ryota's bowl with stew, then Ryota sat, cross-legged, a few feet from the fire pit and the cook, eating, while some of the other warriors gathered around to eat their breakfast, as well.