War Plans (Plot Thread)

Heishou Posts : 634 Join date : 2011-09-17

DAO-MING

The bar that Dao-Ming had visited in Omashu was fried. Smoke still clung to the air and her clothing was streaked with ash. She had slightly singed hair, making her pink hair even shorter than before. The smirk on her face was ever present. She was proud to have brought that bar down. It was a demonstration of power seeing as how someone had challenged her. She left him alive, at least she thought he was. He didn't look the same way he did before the fight.

She walked through Omashu towards the meeting place, the place where she would meet the king at. It was a small house, that was in the poorer district. It was old and run down but the area was free of anyone of any importance or anyone who could stop them. It was a slummy area and Dao-Ming liked it for nobody would question them.

The pink haired woman stepped through the door of the little shack and began dusting the soot off her clothes. She had burned down the whole bar and she'd loved every second of it. She waited about ten minutes before she questioned why the King was taking so long. The bastard shouldn't have kept her waiting! If he didn't hurry she'd get bored again and perhaps even burn the shack down...

Subject: Re: War Plans (Plot Thread) Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:37 am

The city was remarkable, form the exciting transportation system above and around them. A stunning use of gravity and earth bending of course the Earth Kingdom would have a number of remarkable places, but Omashu was easily one of the most impressive cities in the world for a number of reasons, that just being one. The King and his secretly hidden and disguised escort made their way through the city, Data at his side as they made it to the “Slums” some would call them. The king within used to love exploring the cities, even the poor districts. It told the people that he didn’t care where they lived in the Kingdom, but that they were important to him regardless because they were simply citizens of the earth. But now he could care less about the people and avoided them, hiding himself from them.

The blocks blended together and the dusty streets of stone and even the stone buildings visibly got worse. The king didn’t care at the moment. the City was the current king of Omashu’s responsibility and he had enough to think about with the plans of war and invasion circling in his mind. Arriving at an old shack his escort had scattered form sight. At the adjoining blocks and in a tight but hidden perimeter of the building. No one would even come close without being spotted by the vigilant guard. Before entering the shack he spoke low to Data as they walked down the stone path.
“Now my friend, you and I are close and I have even given you refuge in the Palace. Please respect this meeting. Plans are to be brought up and discussed and although I value your option I ask you remain quite here. We can talk later and your true role will be explained in full. My advisor, Dao-Ming awaits us, and she and I are to discuss your part, but you must respect that. Is that clear?”

The King was looking ahead, speaking with a calm level tone to the young man, expecting his cooperation here. Although he respected the boys option, he was the Earth King and he trusted the boy, but these decisions were to be made by himself and Dao. In the past it had been an entire council that decided these matters and thats how the actual Kuan would do things.... but then again the real Kuan Ti was locked away after all. This is how the king made his decisions now. Instead of a war council to discuss, it was him and Ming, then a meeting was called to send out the troops. Much different and not the traditional earth King way, but none the less it was how things were now...since Dao-Ming. He didn’t need a respond from Data. He would be able to tell that it wasn’t a rude demand but one that the King expected to be followed. The King made it to the door of the shack and placed one mighty hand on it, pushing it open. There, the pink haired women was, standing a bit impatiently awaiting him. Someone walking in to find here like this, or simply laying eyes on her, would probably instantly have dirty and seductive thoughts about the woman. Even with a bit of soot and ash on her clothing, her piercing blue eyes and supple breasts could make a man melt. When Kuan saw her he grinned, nodding to her thinking lustful thoughts. Then a sadness struck him. As if he had been stabbed in the heart and he didn’t know why. His drug was weakening and his pain was much more now then it had ever been as his memories of Kiyoshi trickled in and the King within wept for her and his lost love. Confusion at this feeling would cross his face as he walked over to Dao-Ming.
“Dao-Ming, As beautiful as ever.”
He would walk and give a curtious bow to his advisor, and step to the side, waving a hand to introduce his new companion and general.
“May i introduce, Data, my new appointed General.”
This was Data’s first time hearing that he’d be a general, and this allowed both of them to peak into his plans for the boy. He stood to his full height, above Data and towering over Ming. Inside the King wished to tear the women in half and parade her split corpse across the world for what she had done to him and his Kingdom...but alas...there was nothing. Around her, his heart beat was incredibly fast, although his exterior was always calm and collected. This was a symbol of his inner struggle, fighting with everything to reclaim his body.
“I felt you two should meet, so that when you and I speak about the ensuing plans you know who I’m referring to Ming.”

He would allow them a chance to speak and size each other up, as his face twitched. The drug was losing and the scent of burt wood hung heavily in the air, apparently clouding Ming’s perfume and stopping ti from taking instant effect on him again. His face as hard to read, almost confused and anger at the same time as his inner voice fought to scream.

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Subject: Re: War Plans (Plot Thread) Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:41 pm

"Omashu huh?" Data spoke with a raspy tone of voice as he slightly pushed through the streets. Looks of praise and love covered the faces of the citizens roaming the dusty earthen sidewalks. The Young Earth-Bender slowly turned his head behind, getting a good look at Kuan Ti. He noticed the hood covered his head, the only thing exposed would be mighty jaw. The old beat up hoodie added the perfect type of shroud to his old appearance. "Good. We don't want these people going crazy!" Data thought to himself turning his head back up in front as he continued pushing through the streets. Suddenly, a little boy ran up to Data with a wide grin on his face holding what looked like a small piece of cloth and some type of pen. His eyebrows slowly flattened as he looked down upon the youth cutting there path short. "Data! Data! Can I have your autograph?!" The child asked extended both his arms with wild motions holding the pen and cloth up to Data's waist. After a few moments of silence, the people moving through the streets like little ants watched silently. The Young Earth-Bender chuckled as he bent down towards the youth, getting a perfect eye level. "Sure kid!" He said taking the cloth followed by the pen. With a few quick hand strokes, the child now had the autograph he wanted. Looking at the cloth, the boy started laughing, giving off a massive grin with missing teeth running through his entire mouth. "Thanks Data!" He yelled running off within the crowd like a wild animal with a fresh new meal.

The Slums; a place where anyone could get anything. Whenever Data came to any city within the Earth Kingdom, he always found himself in a type of lower class section. But in reality, Data was quite wealthy for a traveler. All his duels and spars for gold is the way he makes a living out in this cruel world. But when he is in this type of area, Data instantly feels one with the people who reside within these areas. Suddenly, something clicked within his head. "Why are we in such a shitty area in the first place?!" The though crossed his mind. "Maybe Kuan Ti wants to get another drink?" But the thought left his head quickly. He wouldn't need hidden assassins waiting if he was simply treating Data to a good time with plenty of women. A mighty yawn found its way out of Data's mouth as he stretched his muscular arms up over his head as he rotated his neck in a type of circular motion. "Why are we here...?" He asked himself as he simply kept walking in front of The Earth King as the citizens continued to gawk and stare. Within the blink of an eye, Data found himself face to face with a type of burn't down shack. A confused look formed upon his face as he turned around, he instantly noticed the assassins blending into the night as they're job was now finished. But he knew they weren't gone, they were just hiding, waiting for the enemy to strike, if such a stupid enemy really existed. The assassins had nothing to worry about, The Young Earth-Bender wouldn't let anything happen to this old man.

“Now my friend, you and I are close and I have even given you refuge in the Palace. Please respect this meeting. Plans are to be brought up and discussed and although I value your option I ask you remain quite here. We can talk later and your true role will be explained in full. My advisor, Dao-Ming awaits us, and she and I are to discuss your part, but you must respect that. Is that clear?” Kuan Ti spoke looking Data dead in his eyes. The Young Earth-Bender respected Kuan Ti, not as the Earth King, but as a person with a strong will and burning passion. But still, something felt a little strange... "Why are we meetin' your adviser in such a shitty area?! And why the fuck is this shack burn't down!?" A million and one questions entered his head at the speed of light, but of course Data held his tongue. Chuckling slightly, he shook his head giving The Earth King a positive response to the current situation. With the being said, Kuan Ti placed one strong hand upon the wooden surface of the door, and gave a mighty push causing the wooden structure to swing open. In the distance, Data noticed a figure with bright pink hair. And from what he could tell, Kuan Ti's adviser was a woman. "Things just got interesting..." He whispered to himself taking his first step upon the smooth earth surface within the burn't down shack. A powerful shockwave erupted from the single step he took, giving Data the perfect view within the interior of this Dao-Ming person and Kuan Ti.

Getting ever so closer, Data could feel something within Kuan Ti that was different from the Earth King he grew to respect. It's like he's fighting a urge deep within himself, something Data never noticed or saw before. "This feeling... The Vibrations are intense and so sudden! Is he angry?! Why would he be in the first place? Is this Dao-Ming person the cause of it...?" It was way to early to jump to conclusions, but something was defiantly wrong. Looking over at the pink haired women, Data's eyes examined her perfect body. Plump breasts, beautiful brown eyes, and a body of a goddess. The Young Earth-Bender attempted to read her interior also, but waited for Dao to began speaking before he started pouring out his judgement. “Dao-Ming, As beautiful as ever.” The Earth-King spoke with a polite bow. "Yeah, shes somethin' else..." Data whispered to himself as lustful thoughts riddled his mind. “May I introduce, Data, my new appointed General.” The Young Earth-Bender looked at Dao-Ming with a charming smile and spoke a single word. "Sup." Suddenly, his mind wrapped around the word "general". "General?! As in, a war general?! Does this old fart really want me to fight in a war?! What the fuck is goin' on?!" Data asked himself looking over in Kuan Ti's direction. He held in his words with great pride, but this wasn't the end. The King had some serious explaining to do! But, as Kuan Ti spoke, the vibrations from his body picked up once again. The Intense beating on his heart indicated he was extremely angry, but at what? On the outside, he was cool and calm. But on the inside, he was roaring like a angry lion wanting to fight for his kingdom. “I felt you two should meet, so that when you and I speak about the ensuing plans you know who I’m referring to Ming.” The King would say holding in his obvious angry towards something. Data didn't say a word. He simply stood back with crossed arms. Placing his back up against the nearest wall, The Young Earth-Bender watched Dao, he wanted to see what this woman was truly about.

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DAO-MING

The door opened and Dao-Ming smirked slightly as she saw the man. She was glad he had finally came to relieve her boredom. “Dao-Ming, As beautiful as ever," he announced. Dao-Ming was used to this kind of flattery. She got it from many of her followers and she'd gotten it when she was a child living as the fire lord's daughter.

Dao-Ming was about to call him a pompous ass for being late but he side stepped and spoke of his new general. A new man stood in the door and the woman's eyes widened ever so slightly. This could ruin her plans! Did the man Data know about her control of the King? No he couldn't. The King wouldn't be able to tell him about it. He was still under her control, but speaking of control she needed to give him some of her magic perfume. Damn! She couldn't do it around Data though.

Dao-Ming looked at Data like he was some sort of bug. This man could ruin all of her plans. He had to go. "Sup." The man, Data, said to her. Her eyes narrowed. He had no idea who she was then. She saw both men eyeing her up and down. She wouldn't have been surprised if she saw their pants get tighter. Men were simple creatures and normally only wanted one thing. She would have laughed out loud at the stupidity but decided not to. She wouldn't have to kill him or get rid of him. She could use this man to her advantage. She'd just have to be a good little girl, like her fat arse of a nanny taught her to be. The dumb bitch...

The pink haired woman walked up to both of them. She looked Data in the eyes before looking to Kuan Ti. His eyes weren't as glazed over as normal. That wasn't good, he needed another dose. "I wish to speak to Kuan Ti alone please. And it's very nice to meet you General Data," she said as sweetly as she could. She then took Kuan Ti by the arm and began to pull him to the back room.

Once in the backroom she would whisper in his ear. "I am glad you are here but let me put some perfume on. I almost forgot about that." She would then reach for her perfume in her pocket and attempt to spray some on herself but the nozzle would be on the opposite end and it would end up spraying Kuan Ti in the face. It wasn't really perfume. It was what had kept the man in her control. He'd just have to take a whiff of it.

Subject: Re: War Plans (Plot Thread) Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:54 pm

The King had ignored Data for the most part. His body language and what not. The boy was behind him and his attention was on Dao-Ming. This women he’d come to respect and care for, or at least value her option. Of course this was his outer level, and it was very much as if his mind was split in two due tot he drug. Although eh didn’t realize this, and thought he was the same as always, and having no one close...well that was alive anyway, that would notice the difference other then close earth council members and officials that had spent much time with Kuan in the past...they’d notice a difference. yet they’d have no authority or be in a position to confront the earth king about their suspicions. That was a suicidal thought and most valued their lives to much to even consider crossing the earth King. He saw Dao-Ming as someone he liked to be around and someone whom he loved to hear her thoughts on things. Even taking them to heart. He never realized that she was a blood sucking manipulative witch...well as the Inner King saw it. Anything she said, struck the king like gold and he deemed it his own thought. Sure, some things he questioned, but nothing she said could go unquestioned for long. As if he considered it, confused and then accepted it as his own belief. The woman, with her perfect curves and body made to produce sexual desire, had a smirk on her face as they entered, and it seemed to fit her, the way she made it and it curved her lips just so. But even these thoughts, observations of another women in the minor lustful way brought a jolt of pain across his heart as if struck by lighting. A single name resounded in his mind...and images of a beautiful woman. not as lustful of a figure as Dao-Ming, but beautiful beyond words to Kuan. Until now, he had no memory of her....what...who was she. The Kings face was racked with confusion as he hear the distant voice of Data, “Sup” and Ming’s reply greeting but forceful in needing to speak to Kuan alone. His own face was a mess, confusion while trying to maintain order within himself and his outer appearance. He’d learned for his long past how you looked in a meeting was a big part of the power you held in that meeting.

Kuan Was so caught up in himself that he lost track of what was going on. In the crappy shack, he had gotten closer to his inner caged self then he had been in mouths....a year? How long? Thoughts swarmed in his mind or Kiyoshi. Triggered by his lusting for Dao-Ming, but she, along with the world was forgotten fro a moment. Only a moment it seemed like. But an eternity of pain, sorrow, loss, and great love to Kuan in his minds eye. Thoughts flooded his mind as if a hole had been punched and water gushed from a dam and it’s cracks, filling his mind with thoughts of his past love, the one who still ruled his heart even in death. He missed Data’s Moment of pride at being named general. He had been looking forward to seeing his reaction but now he would n’t remember. This moment belonged to his past. Sweat beads formed on the old mans forehead as his inner battle heated up his body, his heat racing. He reached up and slide his hood back without thinking, to allow the cooler air to reach his face. A small hand on his large muscular and powerful arm caught him by surprise and he gave a slight, barely noticeable jump. Dao-Ming had him and was leading him away. He looked back at Data, most of his composure restored, but all the color in his face gone and some sweat on his skin.
“Well Son looks like this is where we part ways for a bit. Meet me at the palace gather later tonight and we’ll talk about your new position. Take some time to let it soak in. hehe”

Despite his composure he gave a slight chuckle as he and Ming entered another room. The back room of this place was just as shabby as the front. It did have a wooden table, and a wooden wall, atop the stone floor. A small bag of maps and papers had been brought her for this meting so they could plan for the Earth Kingdoms next moves military speaking. Kuan loved war, well at least this version of Kuan Ti did. Truth was inside he hated this all. It was beginning to get to be too much for the old man. He put a mighty hand on the table to support himself. His insides were raging, a war fighting for control within him. He heard Dao-Ming Speak as if she were very far away and he were under water....not really hearing her words and his vision getting blurry. He heard the spray of a nozzle, and instantly things got clear. Something made him sneeze but he recovered, blinking away the fuzziness and having his head cleared. Like being drunk and having your head dunked in ice water sobering you up real quick. The thoughts and feelings all gone and his composure restored, replaced by surprise at it’s vanishing so suddenly. HIs heart rate returned to normal and all as as it should have been. He noticed Doa-Ming, she had turned her back to him, spraying her perfume. He loved the smell of it, it made his mind race and made him wish to be closer to her. The smell of her skin was intoxicating, driving his mind wild with desires always. This time no memory flairs, no thoughts of the past. The chains fully restored to his inside self, thriving in anger and agony. He looked down, noticing her tight, round ass. He grinned, perfect as always. She was wearing her white and green skirt dress he loved so much.
“My apologies Ming, I wasn’t feeling well, but I seem to be fine now. Shall we get down to business, or did you have something else i mind?”

Data had been sent to soak up his new title, to meet up with Kuan later to be given his first assignment as a general. He’d know for certain what that assignment was after this meeting, although he had a few thoughts and challenges in mind for the boy. and they were alone. Plans of war must be discussed but freshly under her spell, the king had a hard time focusing, after all, a puppet can’t clearly think for himself, she was what occupied his mind currently. Her and that body of hers...he was at her will’s mercy. Fully prepared to discuss plans and fold to her will and plans of global domination, or anything her hearts desire...her King was finally back on all his strings...

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Subject: Re: War Plans (Plot Thread) Tue Nov 01, 2011 9:58 pm

Placing his eyes on Kuan Ti, Data knew for sure something wasn't right. "I spent a little less then two months with this old man. And once, have I never, saw him act like this before." Thumping his foot softly upon the hard earthen floor, one shockwave followed by a another covered the span of 40 meters. Slowly closing his eyes, Data's "sight beyond sight" became clear and vivid. The heart showed all truths, even when the brain attempted to deceive. The interior coming from Kuan Ti was similar to the day the two met in Full Moon Bay, but was also slightly different. His heart beat continued to drop as if a painful sight haunted him. Was Dao his painful sight? Or was it much more then this? Either way, Data wanted nothing more but to get to the end of this. "What's up with you old man..?" He asked himself pushing his back off the wall as he slowly opened his eyes turning the vision of Kuan Ti's interior blurry and fuzzy. The word "General" stuck in his mind like a leech sucking blood from it's host. No matter how hard Data tried to forget about the word, it just became a bigger issue within his mind. "General..." He softly whispered jerking his head upwards, looking dead ahead at the roof overhead. A ceiling light hung pretty low, as it swung from left to right creating small annoying squeaky sounds from the rusty and old metal chains hanging it up overhead. Dao and Kuan Ti didn't even seem to notice, but Data did, and it only caused him to become slightly agitated over this odd situation.

Locking his eyes back on Dao, intense lustful thoughts filled his head like a faucet filling up a large glass of water. Its rare for Data to think so sexual over a single female, But Dao was different. He could almost instantly tell she was the typical woman. Spiteful, vengeful, and manipulative. But still, something about this pink haired wench attracted Data like no other women before. After a few moments of pure sexual thoughts he was able to gain control over his mind again. Slowly closing his eyes, and thumping his foot upon the earthen surface a few times. A great deal of shockwaves were created giving Data a perfect sight into her heart. Her beat was soft, yet powerful showing no other emotion besides frustration and a little anxiety. "So, she is hiding somethin'?" He thought to himself with a faint smirk going across his face. This wasn't for sure though. He seemed to also jump to the worse of people every since he gained this powerful ability. But still, something told him, this pink haired girl can't and shouldn't be trusted. Her eyes would turn to him with a faint look of disgusted, it was obvious she didn't want Data there and the feeling was totally mutual. He could be out flirting with the local waitresses and having a blast using his new title to his advantage, but instead, he found himself in a beat down shack looking dead at a evil, mysterious , and sexy pink haired female. Without any type of signal, Dao ran over to The King, grabbed his arm, and started pulling him away towards a door far off into the corner. She struggled slightly while doing this. Kuan Ti's massive frame wouldn't be easy to pull even when he let it happen. This sudden action caught both Data and Kuan Ti off guard. "Is she serious...? She's jus' gonna pull The King like that?!" He muttered with flat eyebrows. It wasn't like Kuan Ti to let someone have their way with him, but he was acting strange every since they entered this rundown'd shack. "I wish to speak to Kuan Ti alone please. And it's very nice to meet you General Data," Dao spoke with a soft sweet tone, but she couldn't fool Data. This girl had a heart full of evil, he just wished he could expose her for what she really was, or what he think she really is.

Looking in the direction of The King. Data watched as Kuan Ti lowered the hoodie which rested upon his head. The color within his face seemed to no longer be there, as if he Kuan Ti has been communicating with the afterlife or something really similar. Data had no idea what to do at this point. He could easily stop whatever it was that was about to happen on the other side of the door, but Kuna Ti trusted this Dao character. "I have to stop this!" He thought pushing his back up off the burn't table just about ready to take the first step towards the leaving couple. Suddenly, Kuan Ti spoke a few words “Well Son looks like this is where we part ways for a bit. Meet me at the palace gather later tonight and we’ll talk about your new position. Take some time to let it soak in. hehe” Data's ears twitched a little as he processed the sudden words. But the words weren't what got him. It was the chuckle The King gave at the end of his sentence. "Laughin'?! What the fuck is so funny?!" This was far from a laughing matter, well at least to Data. He didn't trust this pick haired female at all, she gave him a very bad vibe from the start... But he could do nothing, Kuan Ti didn't mind her pulling him off towards the back room, so it wasn't any of his business anymore. Turning towards the entrance, he didn't say a single word. He was in no mood to talk, this entire meeting pissed him off. He didn't learn a single thing, and it only brought up a thousand more questions. As he opened the door, the back room door closed as Dao and Kuan Ti were no finally alone. The fresh night air hit his exposed chest sending a small chill through his whole body. Taking three steps away from the shack, Data saw three of The Kings assassins standing right in front of the shack wearing black gear which made them look even more mysterious.

One slowly approached Data and started talking. "Where is The King?" The Young Earth-Bender released a deep sigh of frustration before he started explaining what happened. "I have no idea. He's in there talking to some chick named Dao-Ming. It's not my place to question what he does, so I respect his privacy. You guys should stand guard encase anything happens. " He spoke walking right past the figure in all black showing no sign of concern for Kuan Ti. He did this in order to keep the group cool and calm. If he spoke of the weird feelings he was getting from Dao, things would only end badly, so he kept his mouth shut. Not just for Kuan Ti, but for himself. Data was simply going off pure gut feeling about this woman, but his gut as never been wrong before. "What about you Sir? Do you need a escort through town?" The figure asked causing Data to look back with a smile upon his face. "Naw I'm good. It's pretty late, so I'm jus' gonna head over to the bar or somethin'." He spoke throwing his right hand up towards the sky as he waved from side to side indicting he wouldn't be back tonight. The group of assassins disappeared back within the darkness almost instantly as the talk with Data was finished. Holding his hands within his hakama, balling them into tight fists. He hated leaving the old geezer alone like this, but the situation was out of his hand. So many questions flew around in his head and he couldn't grasp a single one even if he wanted to. "Ugh. I need a drink...!" He whispered as he blended in with the citizens of Omashu.

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DAO-MING

Dao-Ming smirked when Data was basically shoo'd away by the King. She was always going to be more important to him than anyone else. This made her feel powerful and slightly warm inside. She wanted people to find her important in their lives. Even if it was because of a drug or manipulation. Dao-Ming felt a false sense of love from the people who did that.

Once they were in the room together and Data had left the shack she put an arm on the king's shoulder after spraying her perfume. He was in her control again. Now she wouldn't have to worry about that idiot Data. She leaned over the table after walking around it. Her cleavage showed her full, milky white breasts. :Now that we're alone we can discuss our plans, Kuan Ti. I like to be straight forward with you, so I'll tell you just what it is I want to do exactly."

There was a scratching behind her and the woman pulled a dagger out of her pocket and threw it. It hit a rat that had been on the floor. She let out a deep breath and turned back to the king. "False alarm. I want use to attack the southern air temple and use it as an outpost. Then, we'll attack the southern water tribe and gain the upper hand in this war," she said chuckling. The rat that was on the floor was dying in a pool of it's own blood. Dao-Ming picked herself up and off the table and went to retrieve her dagger. She then proceeded to wipe the blood off of her hand and then wiped it on a beautiful tapestry that was old but still clung to the wall. It was strange but the blood made her look even paler than she was. For it was on her hands and made her look like some kind of warrior woman.

Once her hands and dagger were cleaned off she turned back into the seductive woman and strode up to Kuan Ti. She stroked his cheek with her now clean hand and then whispered in his ear. "I'll reward you in bed, my love," she lied with a smirk.

Subject: Re: War Plans (Plot Thread) Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:17 pm

After reapplying her perform, the lovely Dao-Ming placed an arm around Kuan. The feeling stirred the King within, hating the vial women's touch but able to do nothing against it. The outer ind, well he rather enjoyed having the women on him, even if it was only brief as she would walk around the table. The King would lustfully follow her with his eyes, watching how her round and perfect ass moved and swayed with each step. She really was a perfect female, and if she wasn’t his personal advisor he’d like very much to have his way with her. Right now even, in this dingy little shack. Oh how’d he make sure not an inch of this place would miss having on of their bare skin against it as they would ravish one another. Indulging in the thought for a moment, only to be hit with a wave of ...nausea? why would this happen. What is the cause. then a bit of pain from within, like pins and needles. The inner kings feelings for his past love Kiyoshi were incredibly strong still and these lustful thoughts were causing him pain, although the drug had seen to repress that part once again. A jolt of pain caused Kuan to make a tight fist and seeing the women bend down to reveal much of her cleavage only seemed to make his fist tighter. Even though this was a way to cope with pain Kuan did not know the cause of this...His nails began to dig into his flash and a tinge of red began to leak from his hand, but it remained hidden from Dao-Ming’s view. He avoided looking into her cleavage for that reason, looking into her eyes instead.

The King watched, slightly tensed when he saw the women move, his instincts taking over as he slide his feet apart to a stance. It was a habit, when there was quick movement that could spell danger for the King to prepare himself. Even in an area like this with a trusted advisor, the past leaves deeper reminders. Plus, with his inner king ready to snap at any moment although repressed and unable, the King was on edge and had no way of knowing why. it turned out that it was nothing, a rat Ming had apparently hated, the knife going right through it pinning it. She walked over to retrieve the knife, and the King had a slightly difficult time controlling himself and not staring at her perfectly round ass. He did think it odd, although he found himself unable to say anything. He watched as she smeared blood on her hand, then onto what appeared to be an old tattered tapestry....even though it was old and tattered it had been someones history, here she was defiling it. Odd. The King had never seen his advisor act that way before, but it didn’t matter. He found himself not caring about it, although form all the events his heart rate was up, thundering in his large muscular chest. He then became vaguely aware that she had spoken and as he watched her he considered what she had said and only replied as she strobe over to him after cleaning the knife.

She made her way, almost seductively to him and stoked her cheek, the lingering smell of a bit of iron form ht blood was still on her had and made his head fuzzy, mixing with the perfume, it was odd, but added a clear view briefly. Then it was gone and she was at his side. His mind went back to the plans at hand. Attacks, the Southern Air Temple as an Out post, and then the Southern Water Tribe. They would not be pleased and the resistance would be great..if they were able to respond in time. It was similar to the plans he had been forming. Dao-Ming was no where near the tactical strategist Kuan was, but her head was defiantly in the right place on this. His mind broke it down, the best way to attack the two groups. The earth Kingdom was surly big enough but they both had unique areas, meaning the terrain which was where his earth benders gained most of their strength from. A thought crossed his mind. He smiled, because it was the exact thing he’d do for this, masterful attack. Many saw war as simple mass acts of violence and death, but if you were to step back, each attack, every battle was a stroke of a much larger brush, as if an artist was painting a bigger picture or a grand out come. You always had to step back to get the best view and see the “Big Picture” of any war or battle. Walking away from her a bit, in thought, then turning to her again he began to explain...
“I see, an outpost out of the Southern Air Temple. That would be excellent and the perfect spring board to attack the Fire Nation. The Water tribe...well I know exactly how to take care of them. We’ll strike both at once. This’ll stop one or the other from alerting each other of our coming. Our best chance will be complete surprise since they will have not only the home field advantage, but the elemental advantage. With surprise, we shall rip both from beneath them.”

He already knew he’d be sending Data, his new general out on one of the strikes. Dao-Ming never usually accompanied the excursions and as an advisor he never expected her to. Although...he always got an air of violence from her as if she’d love nothing more then to rip into others. But as it was he would finally get to test his theories concerning Data. Pitting him in battle against a formidable enemy and at the same time in a difficult position. This would test him not only as a bender and in combat, but also as a leader. It seemed the time had come to see if he had what it took. The King cast his mighty gaze upon the ceiling as he thought. he himself would lead an attack. Not exactly like him as a King, meaning Kings didn’t usually did this kind of things, but since he’d been under the imprisonment of the drug and Dao-Ming he’d done a lot of things he’d never had done before...

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Heishou Posts : 634 Join date : 2011-09-17

DAO-MING

Dao-Ming had enjoyed his inner battles. It showed on his face slightly and his eyes. She loved how he wanted to just strangle her and kill her off but also knew that he couldn't. He wouldn't let himself for the drug made him want her, perhaps even love her in a way. His mind was broken up into pieces, all wanting different things. By now she was sure he was insane, who could stand this for so long? Not like she cared if she was permanently damaging the king. She honestly didn't give a damn, he was her plaything. Dao-Ming rarely took care of her toys.

“I see, an outpost out of the Southern Air Temple. That would be excellent and the perfect spring board to attack the Fire Nation. The Water tribe...well I know exactly how to take care of them. We’ll strike both at once. This’ll stop one or the other from alerting each other of our coming. Our best chance will be complete surprise since they will have not only the home field advantage, but the elemental advantage. With surprise, we shall rip both from beneath them.”

Dao-Ming was shocked that he wanted to split their troops up, almost in half! It was a great idea yes, and she did suppose that they could do so seeing as how they had more soldiers than both nations put together. Though sheer numbers couldn't win this. If they attacked the water tribes they'd need to have earth at hand as well. They may be able to use small rocks that are withing the other two nations but they'd need to bring their own as well. This would take some preparation but they could do it. With both water tribes defeated the fire nation would be by themselves, even if the air nomads joined in the battle they wouldn't have a chance. The fire nation had fierce soldiers but their machinery was the real problem. Dao-Ming would figure that out later.

"It's settled then. We'll go with your plan and attack both nations. For now we'll deal with the water tribes and then we can take over the southern and northern air temples. I want outposts in case both water tribes decide to take up arms again after the battle. Then we'll concentrate an attack on the fire nation. The nomads are just in our way, we can ride over them like they were nothing."

She went to sit on the table. The woman smirked as she did so and began to speak again. "I hope your new general will be up for this. I can't wait to see what he can do," she continued to smirk. She'd arrange for him to be killed after he played a pawn on her table. She could then throw him away before he got too out of control. Instead of making Data her enemy right off the bat, she would use him until he was no longer useful and then throw him away and get the king a new pet. It always worked out for Dao-Ming. She wished she could laugh out loud right now.

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