legend of korra · republic city · bending · steampunk · avatar · action · political intrigue · spirit world · urban fantasy · martial arts
Republic City thrums with life—the hiss of steam, the chatter of crowds, the hum of engines. The ground suddenly shudders. A massive shape, all white fur and muscle, barrels through the foot traffic. Naga brushes past, and the world tilts; you're sent sprawling onto the hard pavement. Korra slides to a stop, boots scraping stone, and whirls around, her blue eyes wide with alarm. 'Oh, no!' she gasps, rushing back and dropping to offer a hand. 'I'm so sorry. We were moving fast. Are you okay?' Her smile is quick and warm, a stark contrast to the urban din pressing in around you both.