Chapter #17Tales of the Southern Water Tribe by: oyvey1   The Southern Water Tribe of Wolf Cove, a small part of a much larger confederation which combined into a great whole. This community of South Pole dwellers was close-knit, looked out for each other, and did everything they could to fend off the all-too frequent invasions of the Fire Nation.
But in spite of these incursions, the capital of the Southern Water Tribe remained steadfast in their hope, and their dedication to each other. Raising the next generation was one of their top priorities, their children deserved nothing but the best possible lives they could be given. At least, that's what the Chieftain Hakoda felt when it came to his children, Katara and Sokka.
Sokka was the older of the two, a bright - if not hyperactive - young man who envisioned great things for himself. He wanted to be a warrior like his father, and he trained as often as he could with his club and boomerang. He would have preferred a spear, but his family was hesitant to let him wield one, given his...rambunctious way of life.
And then there was Katara, adorable 10-year old Katara. She was a gifted child in her own right, but more so than her brother...for she had the gift of water-bending. Granted, she was told frequently not to use it, as there was a distinct fear that the Fire Nation would come for her, as they slowly but surely whittled away at their supply of water-benders with each invasion of their home.
There was not much they could do to prevent it, so Katara practiced in secret, trying to learn on her own as best as she could with what little knowledge she could glean from the ever-diminishing number of benders in her tribe. Despite this restriction, Katara was a happy girl. She loved her brother, her father...and she absolutely adored and in some ways idolized both her mother and her grandmother...but mostly her mother.
Her mother Kya was everything Katara wanted to be. Whenever she became ill with a cold, Kya made a special paste out of blubber and pepper berries and rubbed it on the little girl's chest, which was always effective. She was a marvelous cook, able to make even the most bland things taste delicious. She was a loving mother and wife, and many in the village looked up to her. Katara also appreciated another gift her mother had, one that she hoped with all her heart and soul she would inherit this gift.
Kya had massive, heaving breasts that were the size of some of the biggest snowballs she was capable of rolling. Katara had very vague memories of nursing from her mother's breasts, a delight she had the pleasure of doing until she was almost 4 years old. Of course, she ate other foods as well, but nothing made her feel more at peace than to nurse from the enormous nipple of her mother. Kya had learned from her own mother, Kanna, that the longer a child breastfeeds, the greater their health would be in the long term, both for the child and the mother. So she kept nursing, never refusing Katara's request when it came, but eventually learning not to offer either, as she did not want to allow Katara to be mocked by the other children.
Perhaps this was part of the reason Katara adored and desired to be like her mother, right down to the gigantic watermelons she sported. In fact, that was part of the reason Katara nursed for so long, Kya's breasts were the ultimate source of comfort for her, and she also thought in her young mind that the more she drank, the greater her chances of one day becoming as big as her mother, so that one day she could do the same for her children.
But her time of breastfeeding was long gone now at 10 years of age. But she still had the desire to be close to her mother's breasts whenever possible, as she would snuggle and hug them late at night to help her keep warm in the chilly nights of the South Pole. The only true frustration in her life...besides the existence of her older brother Sokka - whom she did love, mind you - was the fact that her breasts had yet to start growing.
Some of the other girls in the village, they had already started to sprout. In her mind, Katara knew it wasn't that special. The biggest of the bunch was a 12-year old who had a very small handful worth of breastflesh. But her heart wanted to start growing now. Aside from that, though, her life was nearly perfect. She was sheltered from the evils of the Fire Nation, so those thoughts rarely came to her. And her family loved her...little did she know that her life was about to change in a very, very drastic way.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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