Body Korra Fan Art Romane & Geschichten

Big mistake. Just like I’d seen with lady Piia and the girl, the two ladies next to Kora glowed a bright green light. And the blond was bright than the other one, almost a neon green. But Kora, oh my lord, Kora’s was a blue so deep, it was nearly black. it was a storm encased in human form, dark, unrestrained and oh so potent. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life! I stuck my questing fingers in my mouth quickly, biting down hard on them to stifle the urge bearing down on me.

The engine cuts off, and for a heartbeat, no one moves. A hum in the distance. The faint rumble of wheels on gravel. My breath catches before I can stop. Then the door opens. And there she is. Korra steps out of the car like she owns the ground it pulls up on. She's dressed in all black, of course—clean lines, tailored fit, tactical but sleek. The sun catches on the shine of her black boots, her hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, flowing down to her back. It's glossy, thick and wild. Her tattoos peek from beneath the cuffs of her sleeves, curling down her fingers like inked armour.

She asked, her anger almost seeping out from her tone. “Nothing,” that wasn't even a lie. “I'm just amuses me how you thought you can get Killain without doing anything. You know that I'll always remain the one for him, I'll always be in his head and you'll be nothing but a pale comparison to me.” I couldn't help myself. I love Luca with everything in me but Killain…he'll always be a part of me with or without this mark. “You whore!” Korra yelled, unable to contain herself. The crowd gasped.

Shaking, I gasp for breath. Kora, his mate, comes forward. She looks beautiful, wearing a traditional gown of Undersea royalty, silks woven in shades of green and blue with hints of red and brown, and a simple diadem of shells. In her hands, she is holding a garment similar to her own, only dyed in deep purple and belted in gold. Gently, she wraps it around me like a robe and my body slowly stops shaking. With Orion's help, I can stand, but only if I lean heavily on his arm.

Kora was inconsolable, so distracted with keeping him alive that we almost didn’t make it to safety in time. Atremi must have given Kora enough space to continue working on her mate’s cage, because Orion looks…better. The fluid, which keeps bodies in stasis preserved for long periods, has been drained away somehow, and the signs of rot that had been present before have been soothed, his skin returning to its usual golden tan. His body is relaxed, his eyes closed and resting. “How is he?” I croak, as my body settles on the fabric surface of the cot.

His eyes lock on mine and I can see the relief flood his face. He stands up and I can feel the need to touch him grow and almost explode as he starts towards me. I can feel his need and his relief. Korra is… Korra? My Korra. Korra is here. Time doesn’t stop, Korra's mentally wagging her tail and urging me to run to him when I feel his shock… Shock fills his eyes and I frantically try to see what’s wrong. I look down at his chest… he’s ripped open… his beautiful chest is…

He was a young child when he met her, but even as he grew up, she seemed immune to the passage of time. And while he understood that Vera was immortal, he also knew that she was not enlightened. Smiling with tears in his eyes, he explained, "I'm afraid she's not enlightened, but she could well be a living Bodhisattva, as she is both the paragon of mothers, teachers, and friends." Jeevika was left all the more confused, but considering that Korra was over 120 years old, he guessed that Korra was perhaps talking about a mother figure who saved his life during his formative years.

Inside the egg was a little creature as small as a kitten, it was the most startling blue colour that anyone had ever seen with shiny scales and tiny little horns on either side of its head above ears like a cow's and its big round eyes that looked at those gathered with as much curiosity as they looked back at it were a brilliant gold like its new lord's as it sat it licked off the sticky fluid that covered its body. "Go on and hold it, it does belong to you afterall" Sikorra said and she came closer reaching out a tentative hand to touch its head and her vision blurred as a shock she would later described as white hot fury raced up her spine and seemed to focus at a point on the inner side

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Ele'Anor greeted her warmly, and then Kor was introducing her to his father, a stocky dark blue man whose hair leaned more toward gray but whose smile was warm and welcoming. To her surprise, Diana enjoyed herself. Ele'Anor pestered her with questions about Earth and then regaled Diana with tales of Kor as a child. It seemed he'd had a fetish for being naked as a child, and his mother had documented his many streaking escapades. Kor took the teasing good-naturedly, his pose relaxed and his smile warm as it lingered on her. When the evening came to an end, Diana and Ele'Anor made plans to meet the following week. As they settled into the saucer to take them home, Kor pulled her onto his lap a