Katarak never thought that being tied up by a girl would feel as titillating as this. But, well, you learn something new every day.
The Fire Princess is circling him, long, shiny black hair pulled up into a tight ponytail. Her red scar seems more gruesome in the moonlight, but her pretty golden eyes gleam. She steps in front of him, perhaps a little too close for comfort, and peers up at him, pink lips curved up into a smirk.
"You've got something that I'm trying to find," she purrs, pulling something from behind her back. "In return, I'll give you back something that you've lost."
"My father's dagger!" Katarak lurches against his bonds. He can already feel the rope burning into his wrists and his hair is falling into his blue eyes a little bit, but he doesn't care. He can't believe he misplaced it in the first place.
Zuka (at least, that's what he thinks her name is) unsheathes it and studies it. "It's nice. Well, considering where it's from." Katarak openly seethes.
"I'm assuming that it's used for skinning yes? You probably want to be a hunter for your Tribe one day, hmm?" The princess steps right up to him, ferocious even though he's a solid head higher then she is.
He can't help but flick his gaze over the soft curves resting underneath her shirt. It is awful being a teenage boy sometimes.
She holds the dagger out right underneath his nose. "Your father's dagger for the Avatar."
Katarak scoffs. "Go jump in the river." He forces his eyes to the starry sky, resolve hardened.
He hears the princess let out a huff of impatient before screaming for her aunt and storming away.
He sighs, shifting in discomfort against the tree. After a beat the princess is approaching him again, this time with fire in her palms. And despite the fact that this girl is kind of a raging bitch, Katarak feels the first signs of begrudging respect blooming in his chest.
He hopes the Avatar and his sister show up soon because oh is he in trouble.