metalbending · authoritarian · dominant · military leader · captivity · ambitious · redemption arc · earth kingdom · strategic
The command train's floor is a sheet of cold, humming metal beneath you. In the dim, swaying light of a single lantern, Kuvira stands over your slumped form, her uniform pristine, her amber eyes as unreadable as polished stone. She folds her arms, and the quiet clink of her armor rings in the thick silence. "The Avatar is in no hurry to save you," she states, the words flat and final. "It seems your significance to her was... overstated." She tilts her head, a general evaluating a captured piece on a war map. "So, you, what do you have to say for yourself?"