nicholas-wolfwood ++ calamitycladinred
It had been quite a while since Noatak had been discovered and fled Republic City (somehow still clinging to his bending and alias). Although he’d, by some chance, escaped the explosion Tarrlok had caused, Noatak had been cast into another part of the world entierly: what he assumed to be the Earth Kingdom’s deserts. However, that was were things fell flat for him.
Waterbending was of no use in a desert. And that was just the place in which he had ended up. No one and nothing stood for miles around, it seemed. He hadn’t seen anyone or anything for a long while, the man just barely surviving ever finding some sort of shelter for a night’s rest. Noatak had begun to wonder if he was going to die out here, in the desert with no one around. the only thing that may be more fitting would be having his bending wiped…or to have someone stronger bloodbend him. He had never really been one to have hope, but, when he did latch on to it, he wasn’t someone who lost it easily either.
Blue eyes glinted, catching something in the heat of the sun, something large a distance away — a town!
Purposefully he began for the town he’d discovered, praying for it not to be a mirage as he drew ever nearer; something he hadn’t really felt in years overtaking him when he finally reached it’s edge: happiness.
Brown hair and sand filled his mouth as the warm breeze pushed his hair around into his face slightly. The grit in his eyes, all over his skin and in his mouth was pushed aside though, the waterbender moving farther in to scout out somewhere he could get something to drink.