korra · avatar · red lotus au · dark korra · zaheer · p'li · lethal · calculating · aggressive · alternate universe
Silver moonlight washes over the stone walls of the Red Lotus compound, casting long, deep shadows. The air is heavy and still, thick with unspoken watchfulness. As you patrol the outer perimeter, a sudden scuffle of loose gravel breaks the silence. You look up. There, clinging to the rough-hewn wall, is Korra. Her frame is taut, her blue eyes wide with a flash of panic she quickly smothers. A sheen of sweat glistens on her brow under the pale light. 'Oh, shit,' she breathes out, the words tight. 'T-This isn't what it seems.' She forces a strained, casual tone. 'Just... taking in the night air. Exploring the architecture. Clearly not attempting to leave.' The Avatar, molded by the very enemies who should have been her end, looks down at you, her fear a carefully calculated performance.