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Eye of the Storm	By : JakeEupeigh Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Sokka Views: 13939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Eye of the Storm
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Clarification : All characters in this story are of an appropriate age, in relation to the country, or state, of origin of the reader, for sexual contact, and to be considered an Adult. If this is in contradiction to the official canon, this work must then be considered to take place within an Alternate Universe whereby the characters ARE adults.
Eye of the Storm

By Jacob Eupeigh
"Hurry up Sokka" Katara said with her arms crossed in her usual authoritative tone, "This shelter needs to be up before that storm hits, which from the looks of it, won't be long now."
Sokka simply responded by silently mimicking Katara's protest while packing snow around the edges of the shelter to shield its interior from the frigged winds blowing over the Antarctic tundra.
"There!" said Sokka packing in the last bit of snow into place, "You just need to lay down the furs and unpack the supplies and start a fire. I'll seal up the entrance, and put a vent in the ceiling."
"Finally." Katara replied dragging her backpack and sleeping roll into the newly built snow shelter. Increasingly frustrated, Sokka sneered to Katara's back, mumbling several water tribe curses under his

breath.
   What started as a simple elephant seal hunting trip was quickly devolving into a grueling test of Sokka's sanity. It seemed to Sokka that nothing he did was ever good enough for Katara. His nerves becoming frayed and he was becoming increasingly frustrated with the situation. They were on a hunting trip and Katara seemed to think she was leading the expedition, always telling him what to do, and how to do it. He was the male of the group after all, and in the village it was the men who sat on the leadership council, it seemed to him that ever since the men left the village to fight the fire nation Katara had been slowly trying to gain some kind of control over him. He used to think it was just his imagination, but ever since the trip started he began to grow more and more suspicious.
   The wind howled as the small fire crackled in the center of the small shelter. Sokka removed his outer coverings as he prepared to enter his sleeping roll. Katara had already gotten into her roll and was reading a small book she had brought for the trip.
“You know, we'll need to get up early if we are going to catch one on the open ice tomorrow." Sokka said slipping one leg his roll.
"So?" Katara replied lazily flipping a page not even lifting her eyes in her response.
"So ... we should get as much sleep as we can, don't you think?" Sokka said as he yawned holding his head up with one hand, the elbow planted on the bunched up parka he used for as a makeshift pillow.
"I'll go to sleep when I'm ready, I can't force myself to sleep." replied Katara still refusing to lift her gaze.
"Aren't you the one that keeps harping on me to be prepared, and plan ahead when it comes to ... just about anything?" Sokka said in a raised tone now feeling his frustration growing once again. Katara then slammed the book shut, and turned her head to face her brother.
"Look, I'm in the middle of reading Mom's journal, if anyone can help us prepare for tomorrow's hunt with words of wisdom, I'm sure it would be her." Katara angrily replied furrowing her brow. Sokka then drew a deep breath before responding, saying
"You've got that journal on your coming of age ceremony over a year ago, you've read it over a dozen times by now, if there was something, anything in there about how to hunt elephant seals I'm pretty sure you would have found it by now."
As Katara was about to retort, Sokka interrupted raising his voice to an even higher volume, loudly saying "Besides, if ANYONE could give us hunting advice it would be DAD, he's the one who should be out here hunting with me, not YOU."
With that Sokka turned over staring at the wall of the shelter turning his back on the source of his deepest frustration hoping that he'd somehow won the argument and that would be it.
"But he's NOT!" Katara began to shout "He's off fighting some war somewhere. It's time to face facts Sokka, he abandoned us. We haven't seen him in years, for all we know he's shacked up with someone else raising a whole new family, what's it been 10 or 11 years now? I've lost count. For all we know, he's dead, or they could all be dead, and none of them will ever come back."
"DAD'S NOT DEAD!!!" Sokka shouted as he began to stand coming out of his sleeping roll. As if his head being any higher than his sister's somehow gave his argument some kind of validity.
"Dad would never abandon us to the fire nation! He's out there, right now, fighting to keep both you and I safe from them!" Sokka shouted enraged by even the idea that his father would be capable of that kind of indifference toward them.
"TELL THAT TO MOM!" Katara spat back at him.
Even as she did so, a look of surprise came over her face, even she knew that she had crossed the line with that statement, it was a reflex, in the heat of the moment she didn't even know she had said it, until she heard it coming out of her own mouth. Katara was already trying to think of some way to take her statement back, when she noticed a calm coming over her brother who had been in a rage just a few seconds ago, and inside, she new this would not end well.
Sokka, having just been reminded of his mother's death so long ago, flashed back to that day, his father organizing a party to resist the Fire Nation invaders, fighting a force vastly superior in numbers and weapons leaving the confines of the village to fight the invaders away from the women and children to protect them. Yet Sokka too had felt abandoned in that moment, his father leaving him and his mother and sister, and them not knowing whether he was going to come back. It was one of the worst feelings he had ever had, until after the battle had ended and they discovered the body of his mother. That day would be forever etched in his memory as the worst day of his life. The day his father left coming in a distant second.
As his flashback faded, all of his frustrations, all of the anger he had felt over the entire trip, every ounce of fury he had for the fire nation all came crashing down on top of his very soul. What happened next, was no longer part of Sokka's rational mind, his mind and body seemed to have split into two distinct parts, he began seeing the world through his own eye's watching himself as if watching a play that he had no control over and was not aware of what was going to happen next.
Faster than even he thought was possible, Sokka grabbed a knife from their pile of supplies and began pulling Katara from her sleeping roll by her hair. He held her to the floor holding the knife to her throat, as he heard himself thinking "We're on a hunting trip, I could say it was an accident, or that a walrus-bear took us by surprise ... I was to late to save Katara but I was able to get away unscathed. No one would ever question it." As he heard his own thoughts Sokka's mind became horrified by them. His body frozen, in a state of inner conflict, it took every ounce of Sokka's self control just to keep himself from killing his own sister in that moment. Katara saw her opportunity and tried to escape her attacker's grip to get away, but Sokka held her fast, he was much stronger than she was, and she was unable to organize her efforts to escape in her panic. "I'm So SORRY Sokka, I didn't mean it, Please don't kill me!" Katara began to shout. Sokka's self control was holding back the knife in his hand, but he knew it was a losing battle, his anger which normally would come in waves came in like a tsunami, flooding his mind with thoughts of his anguish and fury, his adrenaline was overpowering and unstoppable. His body and mind were in a stalemate. He knew he couldn't hold on for long, he thought desperately about alternatives to murdering the only other family member he had for certain. "We could teach her a lesson, what good would murdering her do, she wouldn't learn anything from that. We need to teach her that she could not emotionally attack him without consequences."
Sokka's body continued to resist his mind, several times pressing the knife deeper into Katara's neck, not yet cutting under the skin, but using more pressure as if ready to draw it along in a cutting motion.
Katara's eyes opened even wider with every increase in pressure, not daring say a word knowing it could trigger the killing blow.
After several seconds, Sokka growled throwing the knife behind him shouting almost in agony.
"I have a better idea." Sokka said, his expression changing from one of internal conflict to raw emotion.
Sokka then grabbed the rope from their supplies and returned to Katara who was on her hands and knees on the floor breathing heavily simply happy to be alive at that time.
Grabbing her right arm off the floor Sokka began binding the rope around it. One of the things his father taught him before leaving was how to tie different knots for different purposes. Katara, complying at first simply thinking he was going to tie her up and gag her through the night and not wanting to further enrage him into grabbing the knife again, began to watch with increasing concern as he brought her right hand to her left side, then bringing the rope around her back to bind her left hand on her right side. With her arms now bound around her own body just under her chest, as if she was hugging herself, Sokka then kicked her legs out from under her. She landed on her back knocking the wind out of her. She began desperately trying to breath as Sokka grabbed one of her feet and bound another rope around it. As Katara found her breath and was inhaling as deeply as possible Sokka brought the rope with one foot bound up to her chest and then wrapped the rope around the back of her neck and brought the other foot up to her chest to bind it as well. When Sokka finished, her arms and legs were immobilized and she was unable to move, except her head.
"Sokka, what are you doing? Let me go!" Katara protested
"All these years ..." Sokka began "You've been telling me what to do, ordering me around, criticizing everything I do without end. Well, now the tables are turned I'm going to teach you a lesson, one that you will never forget."
There was nothing but rage in his eyes as he grabbed one of the wooden poles from the sled they would use to pull their catch back to the village with, and pushed it through the ceiling vent, then turned it and brought it so that the middle of the pole was all that was visible from the vent. Sokka then wrapped the last bit of rope around the center of the pole and bound it to the rope holding Katara's arms, and feet. He then pulled on the other side of the rope raising her head to his standing height.
"I'm having trouble breathing Sokka!" Katara said with rasping breath.
"You'll get used to it ... Katara!" Sokka responded
Sokka then went back over to the knife and picked it up.
A look of horror returned to Katara, as she began to believe she only had seconds to live. She desperately began struggling against the bindings, but to no avail, Sokka had made sure the knots would hold, and only tightened the more Katara struggled.
"Are you ready for your lesson?" Sokka said suddenly in more calm tone of voice. It wasn't Sokka's normal voice, it was more "matter of fact" and didn't even sound like a question.
Katara, still struggling, closed her eye's and winced as Sokka same up to her with the knife in hand.
Sokka slowly walked behind her. Katara was waiting for the pain of the knife plunging into her from behind, when all of the sudden she felt the cold steel of the knife, not stabbing into her, but sliding down between her chest wraps and her skin. Sokka then, in one motion, turned the knife the blade facing toward the wrappings, and cut her chest wraps completely off.
Katara's face changed to confusion as her breasts fell down, held up now by her bound arms instead of her clothing.
"Sokka ... what are you doing?" she said waiting for Sokka to come back into view.
As he turned her, in mid air, to face him, he calmly said, "Haven't you been listening, I'm going to teach you a lesson." He then raised the knife again. Katara, again fearing the worst, closed her eye's and prepared for the blade, but Sokka then put his hand around her pelvic wraps and cut them loose as well.
Katara's eyes flew open. "Sokka, what are you doing?" She again said with even more concern in her voice.
At that Sokka slapped her face with his hand. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her face turn red.
"Don't make me repeat myself." Sokka said, eyes still smoking with rage.
As Sokka gathered what remained of the last strips of cloth that clung to her body under her bindings, he noticed that her pussy was completely void of hair.
Now Sokka may have been raised in a small village and was rather young, but he had seen female genitalia before, when other women of the tribe gave birth. even though he was never allowed in the birthing rooms, he always sneaked in glances while no one was looking through the doorways.
He had never seen a woman's groin that was not covered in a thick dark mat of hair.
"That's interesting, he mused, you're definitely old enough to have hair down there, why did you shave it off?" Sokka asked
Katara stared at him with another confused look, marveling at how surreal her position was. Again not wanting to anger him further she replied "Pubic hair tends to get caught in the wrappings, and it hurts just walking around. I always shave that area when I go on long trips.
"Hm." Sokka replied his voice almost normal
Sokka then turned to face Katara once again as she hang from the ceiling. The then began removing the underclothes that remained on his body.
Katara's face began turning to a look of surprise when it began to dawn on her what her brother had in mind for her "lesson". She began shaking her head saying "Sokka, you can't be thinking what I think you're thinking." Up until now, she had hoped that Sokka was simply going to humiliate her, but she now knew what his intentions were.
"Oh, I'm not just going to 'think' what you are ... I'm going to do it to." said Sokka as he reached down and pulled his shorts to his feet.
As he rose Katara saw, for the first time, his erection standing rock hard at at least 8 or 9 inches.
Her face turned to terror as she imagined the monster cock tearing through her virginity.
"You can't, we're brother and sister. It's forbidden." Katara said desperately
"That's part of the lesson plan ... sis." Sokka said as he dipped his hand in the whale oil from their supplies. It was made for the lamps that they use, but Sokka found it worked wonders as a lubricant whenever he masturbated.
"Please, ... don't...you can still stop this." Katara said, tears now streaming down her cheeks head shaking side to side.
"Look ... this is going to happen, but don't worry, it will only hurt a lot." Sokka said approaching his bound sister still rotating in mid air.
Sokka, then, slapped his hand down over Katara's groin with enough force that it echoed within the small shelter.
"AGH!!" Katara gasped, still trying to keep Sokka's fierce gaze, trying to think of a way to talk him down from his furious tirade.
"Before you can properly please a man, you need to be prepared to accept his 'offerings'." said Sokka calmly as he inserted his thumb into Katara's hairless pussy, and his middle finger in her tightly puckered anus.
Katara's eyes suddenly bulged wider than even she thought possible, as she grunted in response to the sudden penetration caught her completely off guard.
"You need to be able to accept his package without difficulty, or the process will be more painful than necessary." Sokka said while twirling both his thumb and finger inside Katara, in an attempt to completely lubricate his sister in preparation for the next phase of his lesson.
Sokka felt the muscles in Katara's pussy and asshole contracting around his fingers in a vain attempt at pushing out the intruders. In the end, it actually made it more difficult for Sokka to remove them.
Still trying to keep eye contact with Sokka, Katara's arms and legs slowed in their struggle to free themselves, they were exhausted and starved of oxygen, her hands and feet even began to take on a slightly bluish tinge.
Still breathing heavily, and tears streaming down her face, Katara said in an almost mournful tone "Sokka ... what would Mom say, if she were here?"
Sokka's voice raised once again, while bringing his face to only an inch or two away from Katara's, "BUT SHE ISN'T, IS SHE!?"
Sokka then began to insert another finger into Katara's contracting anus, and then another.
Katara winced at the additional intrusions while Sokka continued to lubricate his contorted sister.
"It seems that my entire life people have been abandoning me, first Mom, then Dad, and now you." Sokka said still inches away from Katara's face.
"Wait, how did I abandon you?" replied Katara in a desperate attempt to once again calm her enraged brother.
"You've always treated me with less respect than anyone else in the village. You give otter penguins more respect than you give me." Sokka spat back, hand and fingers still circling below.
"Sokka, don't do this, Sokka be sure to do that, Sokka how many times have I told you” Sokka said in a tone mocking Katara's, “You're constantly trying to act like Mom, and when you did that ... I lost my sister." Sokka said, voice finally returning to a normal tone.
Sokka then removed his hand, and walked over to jar of whale oil and once again coated his hand with a fresh coat of oil.
He then began rubbing the oil over his engorged throbbing erection.
"And now that I have no one left, I'm forced to take my frustrations out on you." Sokka said once again approaching his suspended sister.
"No you don't, we can talk this out, I can change Sokka, I really can, you don't have to do this."   Katara cried out, tears streaming, eye's still focused on her brother with a desperate look.
"Shhhhh" Sokka said bringing his index finger up to Katara's lips, "Don't worry, I'll be as gentle with you as you have been with me on this trip.
Katara's eyes once again bulged as she both heard her brother's statement and felt his enormous cock penetrate her well oiled anus in one motion.
"AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" Katara shouted to the ceiling, the searing pain she felt didn't seem to come from one place, it felt like her entire lower body was on fire.
Unrelenting Sokka brought his cock back out all slimy with whale oil and ass juice, before slamming back in to the hilt eliciting yet another pained scream from his bound sister.
"You can't imagine how good this feels, sis." Sokka said now watching his shaft plunging into his sisters ass, and almost pulling out her colon on the way out.
Katara's small anus still contracting instinctively at the repeated impaling member, her voice simply trailing off to a series of whimpers as her face scrunched up, eye's closed trying to leave the shelter retreating into her own mind to escape the painful series of thrusts penetrating her over and over again.
After several minutes of unrelenting pounding, Sokka's voice once against raised into a growl, "Ungh!!" he finally shouted as he pulled out of his now gaping sister.
The slimy mixture of whale oil and excrement now began oozing out of Katara's gaping unblocked anus.
Katara's eyes slowly opened, as if awaking from a dream. "Can you please cut me down now?" she whimpered her entire torso still aching at the over-sized penetrations.
"Oh I'm not done with you yet, you still have more learning to do." Sokka said cleaning off his soiled cock. "I just didn't want to cum too early."
Coating his member once again with a fresh coat of oil, Sokka returned to his sister saying "You know, I'd have rather stuck this in your mouth shutting you up and pleasuring me at the same time, and if I thought you'd do it without biting it off, I would have."
Sokka then turned his sister toward him, saying "But THIS!" he then again thrust the entire length of his cock, this time, into her dripping cunt "Will have to do." he continued.
Sokka's thrust filled his sister to the hilt. Katara's eyes once again bulged as she felt the cock completely fill her love canal, and then some, penetrating her cervix and actually entering her womb.
Sokka then noticed something, while entering his sister, her cunt muscles contracted the entire time, it almost felt tighter and more difficult to penetrate than her anus. But at the same time she didn't scream. In fact her eyes unfocused, she seemed to be staring through him now, unaware of his existence. He then felt it, the unmistakable sensation of repeated contractions around his cock. He had brought his sister to orgasm, with one thrust. This both enraged and excited Sokka at the same time. To know that she was actually experiencing pleasure during what was supposed to be a lesson in pain. He began thrusting in and out, as fast as he could. The only sound Katara made in response was her rapid exhales as Sokka furiously pounded her pussy and cervix.
Katara's eyes retreated almost to the back of her head, she had never felt anything like this before in her life. She fingered herself often, but her masturbatory orgasms were but a pale shadow compared to the constant series of waves of pleasure washing over her very soul.
Furious that his sister was getting anything positive out of this lesson, Sokka grabbed his sister's throat with both hands, and began to squeeze, trying to bring her back to the pain she was supposed to be learning from. And it seemed to work, for a few seconds at least, Katara's eyes came back to Sokka's as he somehow even began to pound into her faster, unable to stop, he knew he was approaching his own climax.
But then something happened, Sokka felt the muscles surrounding Katara's inner core contract suddenly, but they did not release. Her eye's also not only went unfocused but half closed as she seemed to go unconscious. It was at this point that the storm seemed to come alive, all of the sudden the sounds of cracking ice, howling wind, and crushing impacts came from outside. It seemed like the entire shelter shook with the force of an meteoric impact. This drove Sokka over the edge, with one final thrust he buried his cock almost to the back of Katara's womb his balls contracting so hard he

actually felt pain.
Katara's womb was suddenly painted with entire sheets of Sokka's cum, wave after wave of spurts flying from his spasming member. He seemed to cum for hours even though he knew it hadn't even been a minute.
But with each spurt of cum his dick threw, he felt his body returning control to his conscious mind.
It was then Sokka's eyes that opened wide when he realized all that he had done.
He pulled his cock out of his sister, cum and oil now dripping onto the shelter's fur covered floor.
Sokka watched as he saw his sister's smooth pussy lips contracting over and over again, as if searching for his cock trying to bring it once again within her velvet walls.
Katara's head lolled back and forth, as if she were an infant unable to control her own body.
Horrified by the scene, Sokka quickly grabbed the knife from the floor and as gently as possible cut his sister down from her hanging position in the shelter. He slowly lowered her to the floor, and removed the bonds from her hands and feet. She was breathing, he could also see that her limbs were returning to a more pinkish hue, but she seemed to still be unconscious.
Sokka laid her flat on the fur covered floor, and placed her sleeping roll over her to cover her, once again, private areas.
Tears now seemed to stream from Sokka's eyes. His only family, left in this world, and he violated her in the worst ways that he could even imagine, even threatening her life at one point.
He brought his hand up to his face, unable to contain his sorrow. He did not even know if she would recover, much less her state of mind, undoubtedly altered forever by his gruesome actions.
He brought his hands to the sides of Katara's face and begged, "Please don't die, sister." over and over again diminishing in volume a little each chant.
His eyes buried in the roll covering Katara, Sokka's chest rose and fell with each breath interrupted only by his uncontrolled crying.
He did not see Katara's eyes slowly open. It took her a minute to remember where she was and what had just happened. When she saw Sokka's weeping form over her chest, she wobbly raised her arm and softly placed her hand on the back of his head.
Sokka's head turned immediately toward Katara's tear stained face. Elated that his sister was once again conscious, brought his head up to hers kissing her forehead over and over saying "Oh my God, I'm so sorry Katara, I don't know what happened to me."
His thoughts began searching for some explanation as to why he would have lost all control of his own actions, he looked upon his sister unable to explain how he fought for control of his entire body from some unseen force. At which point he was unable to gaze upon her, for fear of the pain and betrayal he would no doubt see in her eyes. He dropped his head, saying only "I cannot even begin to tell you how sorry I am." She had not seen her brother like this since their mom died.
Weakly, Katara slowly opened her mouth, again placing his hand on her brother's drooping head, and quietly said "I'm sorry Sokka, this is all my fault."
Like a flash the rage within Sokka returned, though not aimed at Katara, but himself. Sokka knew that some village men would beat their partners, and the other men in the village would have to get together to teach the abusive member that they too would feel the wrath as an attack on one village member was an attack on all of them. He also knew that, often times, the abused spouse would mistakenly blame themselves in order to explain their spouse's behavior.
Sokka stood up, hands clenched, "Don't say that Katara, there's no excuse for what I've done, I beat you, I bound you against your will, I R ..." he then paused, seemingly unable to say the word, "I RAPED you, my God I even almost killed you."
Sokka fell to his knees, both of his hands covering his face, still unable to fully face what he had done.
When he opened his eyes, again looking at the floor to avert Katara's gaze, he saw it. The knife, the same one that he used at the start of his tirade, he became angry at it, as if it was the knife that started the fight to begin with, and by God he was going to use it to end it.
Sokka grabbed the knife and brought it to his chest.
"Sokka stop." Katara said, with all of the volume she could muster, even though it was barely more than a whisper, her throat still sore from being choked. "It wasn't you."
Sokka looked up and thought, "How could she know? How could she know what happened in my own mind.", not even he was sure about what was going on within himself when the fight began.
"Bring me Mom's journal." Katara meekly requested pointing over toward the small book.
Curious, but still ashamed, Sokka dropped the knife, and reached over to pick up the book.
It was an old book, the pages were worn, and the writing faded a little, but still legible.
"Open it, and turn to the page with the drawn picture of a flower." Katara said softly, coughing a little bit as if to clear her throat.
Sokka began turning the pages till he found the described image.
"It grows slowly on the permafrost close to the oceans." Katara said, now staring at the ceiling "Mom used it to get Dad fall in love with her." She described it in her Journal before they were joined.
Sokka, now even more confused, said "What has that got to do with me?"
Before we left on this trip, I finally found where they grew, I picked several, brought them back to the village ground them up, and put them in your canteen.
Sokka was now the one whose face began to change, no longer weeping or sad, a look of hurt came across his face.
Katara began looking at her feet, again unable to meet his gaze.
"You drugged me?" Sokka said, "... but why?"
"I love you Sokka, ... more than I thought I could allow you to ever know." Katara said meekly "Ever since Mom died, and Dad left, I've thought of you as a partner, more than a brother."
Sokka simply stared at the floor unable to process the information he was just given.
"When you said I was trying to act like Mom, I really was, but I was treating you like our father, more than I would a son." Katara said, once again crying but tears of anguish, not pain.
"I wanted our love to be more physical, like a joined couple, not the love of a brother and sister." Katara said turning her head toward Sokka's.
"I don't know what happened, I must have given you too much, or maybe it was the wrong flower, or maybe it doesn't work the same on everyone, I don't know. But I should have just told you my feelings, instead of trying to make you feel something you didn't. I'm so sorry Sokka, and I don't know if you could even begin to forgive me." Katara said now looking deep into Sokka's deep blue eyes.
After several minutes of silence, Sokka still running through all of his emotions in his mind, leaned over and lay down next to Katara. He ran a hand softly through her hair and pulled her forehead to his.
"You will never have to explain yourself to be again, Katara." Sokka said softly "I think I've felt the same way toward you this entire time."
Gazing into Katara's tear filled eyes Sokka then said "In fact, I would guess that if I were the one who received Mom's journal on my coming of age ceremony, this all could have happened the other way around.
Suddenly a smile came over Katara's face, as she said "That would have been impossible, I would never have been able to hoist you off the floor."
With that, both of them embraced and held each others naked form, under the warmth of Katara's sleeping roll with the storm still howling overhead.
Hours later the sun's rays became visible through the open vent in the shelter's ceiling. Katara awoke slowly to Sokka's soft gaze as he slowly stroked her shoulder.
"As much as I would like to stay here forever, I think we need to go hunting, the rest of the village is depending on us." Katara whispered stroking Sokka's cheek.
"I know" Sokka replied "I just wanted a few more minutes watching you sleep. But are you sure you're well enough to go out hunting today, maybe I should just go alone until you recover."
"No, I'll be OK, we either go together, or we don't go at all." Katara responded.
As they exited the shelter, pushing snow out of the previously sealed entrance, Sokka and Katara got a view of the carnage left in the wake of the storm. Boulders had been moved, large drifts and chunks of ice littered the plain. But that did not prepare them for the view when they looked behind them. An entire section of wall was missing from the side of the glacier they used as a windbreak for their shelter. At least several hundred thousand tons of ice was missing from the wall, scattered in large chunks the closest of which was only tens of meters away from their shelter.
"Oh my God, we could have been killed." Sokka exclaimed, "Did the storm do that?"
"I have no idea." Katara replied looking awestruck.
Neither of them realized that the previous night Katara's waterbending was unintentionally brought to its full potential. She would not understand it's awesome power until their next hunting trip.
"Look over there." Katara exclaimed pointing to an outcropping littered with dead elephant seals. " They must have been taking shelter when the glacier caved. I think our hunting trip is at an end.   And best of all, it will take us days to drag one back to the village."
A devious look came over Katara's face, "That will give us plenty of time to ... get to know our new selves."
Katara then brought Sokka's face to hers as they shared a passionate kiss in the warmth of the morning sun.
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