Ambition
The hairs on the back of boy's neck stood with the wolves as their noses whipped skyward, barks of pained confusion shooting up towards the blameless moon.
It was arousal that Noatak felt, or something like it: everything soared within him, up and up without end or purpose, and it seemed that a barrier he had not known existed had been smashed utterly, revealing to him the knowledge of the strong—knowledge of possibilities that only the weak would not dare to dream of too much of, feigning decency, wallowing in their powerlessness.
As the wolves crumpled to the snow and scampered away, he was still swimming in this heady feeling, treading the waters with the fearlessness of an explorer transfixed on unimaginable possibility.
He lifted his eyes to the horizon—a darkened sky for his father, a blanket of stars for his brother—but was looking at something else.
The northern lights, something in his mind's eye—the boy could not have told you which he was looking for at the time, but the man would find it, eventually, and tread steadily onward, ever inexorably closer, until he drowned.
7/16/2012
this came out of nowhere while i was trying to write task force tarrlok & korra hijinks. what the frak is wrong with me
i was thinking about how great an office couple korrlok were and what kind of takeout they order together and then suddenly i'm thinking of what it must have been like for noatak to bloodbend those wolfdogthings with such finesse
bet he wrote a great livejournal entry about it