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Katara flexed her hands, or at least she tried, the modified shackles allowed barely any movement. The cold steel extended up from the wrist shackle, along the back of her hand and expanded into another ring around her fingers at the second knuckle. The second ring forced her fingers to be squeezed together far too tight for her to bend any water her hands. Even with the small flexing, she just did the sharp steel sliced into her skin, cutting open the barely healing sores that were already causing her agony. She sucked in a sharp breath with the stab of pain, but she preferred the pain to the alternative.

When they had first caught her, she had struggled against everything, their hands, the ropes and then the shackles. It hadn't taken much movement to start breaking her skin and slowly she had grown still. Stillness, she had discovered was something far worse than the pain, it made her numb. That was something that made her heart freeze in fear, the feeling of losing her fingers, even though she knew they were still there. If her fingers were gone so was her bending and that was something that scared her more than anything did.

“Just a little more.” She said. The soft words echoed around her chamber, every little noise did and that meant that they heard anything that went on.

She took another deep breath and slowly, gently, moved her feet. The shackles clinked against the floor; the sound reverberated around the room. If only Toph was here with her, she could see the room, feel the sounds come back and probably know exactly where they were. Katara bit her lip, crying when you had a blindfold on was another unpleasant experience that she forced to learn to while captive. All it left you with was a wet, cold cloth over half of your face, and that in turn only screwed with your head more. The emotions that raged in her were constantly flipping on themselves, depression became anger, pride became self-pity, and pain became numb. Then there were times when the lines blurred and she felt them all at once, in a rush of suffocating, torturous feelings.

The feelings, pain and being shackled to the ground were not the worst of it, she could stand those, her stubborn nature made it possible. It wasn’t even time, she could roughly count how long she had been hear because even without her bending she felt the moon rise and fall during the night. It was the location. She had no idea she was, and no idea if anyone was going to be able to find her. She didn’t even know who had taken her. She couldn’t stand it, not knowing where she was and where her friends where. It broke her spirit just a little more to think that she would never seem them again. Katara hung her head and let her body slump in her restraints, sleep was her only refuge. She could see them again there; pretend she was free of this place. Until she heard the footsteps coming towards her.

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Just so everyone knows this has nothing to do with my fanfiction...at least nothing i'm planning atm XD But i hope you enjoyed the little story
I am really, really massively proud of this Mostly because I dont draw people, not whole ones and I just decided to do this on the fly when i found the sketch and it turned out decent, for someone who draws lions XD.
I didn't use any refs for the pose, its actually a really old, like years old, pencil sketch i found in a sketch book. Originally it was an angel chained to the wall by her wings but i've been in an Avatar mood so it ended up as Katara. Refs were used for her outfit and to get the right colours...mostly. If your wondering what that thing on the ground beside her is, its the clip she uses in her hair with the Fire Nation outfit.
Critiques are welcome on this one, or red lines. Try not to be too harsh XD

Description
Katara flexed her hands, or at least she tried, the modified shackles allowed barely any movement. The cold steel extended up from the wrist shackle, along the back of her hand and expanded into another ring around her fingers at the second knuckle. The second ring forced her fingers to be squeezed together far too tight for her to bend any water her hands. Even with the small flexing, she just did the sharp steel sliced into her skin, cutting open the barely healing sores that were already causing her agony. She sucked in a sharp breath with the stab of pain, but she preferred the pain to the alternative.

When they had first caught her, she had struggled against everything, their hands, the ropes and then the shackles. It hadn't taken much movement to start breaking her skin and slowly she had grown still. Stillness, she had discovered was something far worse than the pain, it made her numb. That was something that made her heart freeze in fear, the feeling of losing her fingers, even though she knew they were still there. If her fingers were gone so was her bending and that was something that scared her more than anything did.

“Just a little more.” She said. The soft words echoed around her chamber, every little noise did and that meant that they heard anything that went on.

She took another deep breath and slowly, gently, moved her feet. The shackles clinked against the floor; the sound reverberated around the room. If only Toph was here with her, she could see the room, feel the sounds come back and probably know exactly where they were. Katara bit her lip, crying when you had a blindfold on was another unpleasant experience that she forced to learn to while captive. All it left you with was a wet, cold cloth over half of your face, and that in turn only screwed with your head more. The emotions that raged in her were constantly flipping on themselves, depression became anger, pride became self-pity, and pain became numb. Then there were times when the lines blurred and she felt them all at once, in a rush of suffocating, torturous feelings.

The feelings, pain and being shackled to the ground were not the worst of it, she could stand those, her stubborn nature made it possible. It wasn’t even time, she could roughly count how long she had been hear because even without her bending she felt the moon rise and fall during the night. It was the location. She had no idea she was, and no idea if anyone was going to be able to find her. She didn’t even know who had taken her. She couldn’t stand it, not knowing where she was and where her friends where. It broke her spirit just a little more to think that she would never seem them again. Katara hung her head and let her body slump in her restraints, sleep was her only refuge. She could see them again there; pretend she was free of this place. Until she heard the footsteps coming towards her.

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Just so everyone knows this has nothing to do with my fanfiction...at least nothing i'm planning atm XD But i hope you enjoyed the little story
I am really, really massively proud of this Mostly because I dont draw people, not whole ones and I just decided to do this on the fly when i found the sketch and it turned out decent, for someone who draws lions XD.
I didn't use any refs for the pose, its actually a really old, like years old, pencil sketch i found in a sketch book. Originally it was an angel chained to the wall by her wings but i've been in an Avatar mood so it ended up as Katara. Refs were used for her outfit and to get the right colours...mostly. If your wondering what that thing on the ground beside her is, its the clip she uses in her hair with the Fire Nation outfit.
Critiques are welcome on this one, or red lines. Try not to be too harsh XD