Katara Fire Nation Outfit Novels & Stories

"If training requires me to wear this getup, then I'm out." Sighing, Kaida eyed the outfit in question. Both her and her sisters were in yoga pants and a sweatshirt. The guys wore loose sweats and tees. She wasn't a gym-junkie, but it seemed like appropriate gear to her. They were bound to get sweaty and needed to be able to move freely. Then again, aside from her first day on the island, she had yet to see Fiona in anything other than a come-hither dress and heels. Ceara patted Fiona's back, placating. "We'll buy something more suited to you first thing on Monday. Feel better?"

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

KATTEGAT. That was the only word Sophie could understand amidst all the chatter. She had heard a few tales about that place, or was it a village? Uncertainty clouded her thoughts, but she hoped to learn more soon. Kattegat was notorious for being the stronghold of the pagans, and the prospect of being sold to these barbarians sent her heart racing.

“But they won’t kneel.” “Damn right they won’t,” I muttered. “And they’ll tear through this land like wolves on heat if we don’t meet them head-on.” We dressed in silence, preparing. Logan slipped into his softest boots, fireproof fibers woven into his jacket by Calla weeks ago when she noticed the sparks leaping from his skin. I kissed Lilly’s forehead. “Stay behind me, no matter what.” She arched a brow. “You’re adorable when you pretend I listen.”

The rest of us had made it through Week One. The guys were all dressed in suits. Ah, some of the previous conversation made more sense. I had on a tight white t-shirt, comfortable jeans and docker shoes (essentially canvas tennis shoes). The women dressed in a similar style though not identically. Tight vests, bound breasts, short skirts and short boots. I quickly made out Katrina's clan. I had to slip past Fabiola's pack to get there.

Which was covering just nipples. What a sight to distract me from the game. She finally killed my pawn and I saw a little smirk on her lips before it disappeared. "Go ahead!" I ordered when she looked at me for approval. She stood on her knees and pulled my T-shirt over my head placing it aside and roaming her beautiful eyes on me. A few more moves and Lisa was out of her shirt. Sitting in a bikini which wasn't hiding anything. Her bottom were relied on thin strings. I would never understand how girls trust these weak clothes.

Why did this have to happen now? While we were busy chasing one problem, three more appeared. "Alpha!" Two warriors hurried toward us, helping an older merchant whose clothes were covered in blood and ash. His arm was badly burned, his face was pale and he struggled to stand. I wondered if they were running to report another bad news again. "I saw them, the people that caused this sudden fire." he whispered and I stepped closer immediately. "Tell me everything.” He swallowed painfully. "They wore plain clothes with no pack symbols, colors or names. They never attacked the workers, they pushed everyone aside and went straight for the supplies."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Kaelara dipped her head gratefully. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Barely ten minutes later, another servant returned carrying neatly folded warrior attire specially tailored from royal training garments. It was still far finer than anything Kaelara had ever owned, crafted from soft black leather reinforced with flexible silver stitching, fitted trousers, sturdy boots, and a light tunic bearing no royal insignia. She accepted the clothing with genuine satisfaction, a faint smile touching her lips for the first time since waking.

It had a nice smell and comfortable. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. However, that stranger’s words came back to me. I wondered how bad the recruitment could get in the morrow. “You just keep this and bring it with you tomorrow. I’m sure that this will help.” *** The sun wasn’t on the horizon yet but I was already up. I put on my fighting suit of black and red color, almost the same shade as my father’s uniform but of different design. It was stretchable and comfy. My sister made it for me especially for the Banatan. And so were the pair of high combat boots I was wearing, which was made by some animal skin. They were quite light and comfortable in every step I take. I thought t

He prepared what I am going to wear fewa days ago ao that I have an idea what to wear when that time happens. Makapal na black long sleeves, black pants, black ankle boots and suot ko. It has a protector to protect me from bullets and swords, but of course if the amount of pressure is put into it, it's still not safe and I still might die. May mga bulsa ito at chains na design making me look like a baddass. Nagsuot na din ako ng gloves saka sinukbit ang pana ko.