Blood Relations

The lady bows to her lady master. She is offering to the lady master, her ultimate respect. The Bow of Nothingness. The lady is, well, naked. She bows to the lady master, her head low. Her hands not even wanting to cover her body.

The lady master smiles.

She is in a white robe and has whiter hairs.

"Azula..." says the lady master, "stand up." The bowing girl stands up. It is Azula after all.

They stand in the large room. Meant for dojo practices here in this part of the Fire Nation. Azula is stark-naked. But there isn't anyone in the room.

"The reason of your duty has always been clear, hasn't it?" asked the female master.

"Yes." Azula speaks. Looking at the ceiling. There was some pinkness in her cheeks - but she didn't ever dare hiding her body. Her beautiful toned body. She had strong arms and long legs. Not a hair on any of her body part other than her head and her gorgeous eyebrows. Her breasts are not large, but neither are they short. But then again, putting them as perfect would rather be an injustice. They were slightly above perfect, just a little large. Open for the world to see. But the juice was actually down ... there. It was the most perfect thing a man could ever want or see. A man could spend months staring at it. And if allowed to touch and play with - the man could might as well spend a year or so. It was most perfectly shaved, clean thing ever. In all its glory it gleamed like a diamond.

The lady master brought something out from her sleeves. It was a shard. "You've wanted this, haven't you?"

Azula looked at the shard for a microsecond, but then reassumed her gaze at her feet. "Yes, master."

But suddenly, the master's gaze turns serious.

AND WHAM!
PUNCH!

Azula's eye bulge as she realizes that her master has actually punched her in the gut, sending her flying off to the end of the dojo room. She crashes into the wall. Her back slamming onto the wall. She pants, holding her head as she coughs off blood. Her legs spread apart. Her send her hairs backwards.

The master looks at her, "Your intentions have been known to me even before you set a foot here. You evil creature! Go away and I will let you live." The master is in a firebending fight position now.

Azula looks up at her. Her eyes fiery. Blood red. She is back to normal now. No more need of acting. She had to get what she wanted her way now!

She stands up. Still stark naked. Ready for the fight.

Any and all shame of her nudity vanishes from her being as she is now focused. Focused solely on the purpose of her hardship. That shard. The Shard of Multiple Bodies.

"You shouldn't have done this..." said Azula, "you fucking old oaf!"

The dojo is on fire in the background. Azula has a triumphant expression as she moves out of the place. The dojo was surrounded by vast farmlands, but beyond those was the sea. And there, in the sea, her ship would be waiting for her.

Azula was bathed in blood. From head to toe. And still stark naked. The shard was in her hands now as she walked away from the dojo towards her ship. She walked without a shame. And the fiery expression in her blood red eyes was more intimidating or terrifying than the erotic picture the scene created...

PS - yo everyone, this is might first story here.. & I need just a moment to say somethings. First of all. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE. Secondly. Things in this story will not be much like what you've seen in the animated series. & thirdly, all the chapters _I _will publish will have the words 'TST' in the beginning of the title. Why so? I would like to call it 'The Sacred Timeline'. I have no issues with anyone publishing anything on my stories - but just for easy tracking - the chapters I - the OG author will publish will be of The Sacred Timeline! I hope you enjoy.