I know I haven't posted anything with this pup in awhile, and it might be a while longer for anything but crack. My little sister died about a week ago, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

I'm sorry to everyone I seem to be letting down game wise. T___T

~Sephira jo

The palace was in a delightful state of repair. The coup which had seized her ‘The City that Never Fell’ had been quick, clean, and left the palace intact. Azula had plenty of time to admire it from the throne that was formally the Earth King’s, though that view quickly became boring.

Though the palace was decorated in greens and golds, Azula was in her normal attire of red and gold. The disguise that fell the city wasn’t necessary anymore. And she was expecting a guest who had requested that she wear red. The robes she had picked fell almost scandalously around her shoulders. Her dark hair was up – as modesty required, which contrasted oddly with her choice of out fit.

For the moment, she sat simply on the throne, looking out over her handiwork.

Azula was bored, and that was a dangerous thing in itself. The box had no accommodations and she was left to herself. They wouldn’t bring her things to paint with – so that was out. And instead she snapped her fingers as she sat in the corner and watched the fire spring up from her hands and then vanish.

There was also a fly stuck to the now rubber wall. A hair pin holding it down by one wing as it buzzed to get away. She almost wished this little box they gave her had rats.

At least if there were rats, she’d have something to do.

Azula waited in the gardens; soon she would meet this ‘snake-like’ mentor of Kabuto’s and judge his offer for herself. She took in no real beauty from her surroundings as she walked among them, thinking, if anything, she thought the beauty suited her, and not the other way around.

The plants, trees, flowers and animals were all those native to her home, and for the most part, native to the Fire Nation. Flowers kept to the theme of red and gold, trees had a well groomed and kept look about them. Even the pond seemed sculpted to fit. And everything seemed to mesh perfectly with the scarlet roof of the near by pagoda.

Here, she had no doubt about her own control and power.

Here, Azula reigned.

OOC:

Yeah. I got slammed the last two weeks. I got sick. Work pwnd me. And I haven't had time for anything, not even a journal update. I'm feeling better, but work is still going to be hard for a couple weeks, but I finally got my evil li'l Azula muse back and can have her causing trouble.

I hope no one missed me too much, because I'm back. ^____^

Work has pwnd my soul this week, as opposed to Azula, so I'm sorry I haven't been all that active. I might not be around much this weekend either, but I will do my best to keep up with everything. Mun would like to kindly remind everyone that Azula is one of at least three overly active pups I have. Thanks for all the fun, and I will keep up the best I can. ^___~

The grounds of Azula’s Nexus abode were well kept. Azula had managed to transport many furnishings – and servants – from home. The place was a small palace, and she liked it that way. It was decorated in red and gold. Art lined the walk ways and it sported two large enclosed gardens. One on the east side, one on the west. Each garden had a pond, and each pond was populated – purely for decoration as Azula couldn’t stand animals – with turtle-ducks.

Presently, she was preparing for a guest. One she hoped would answer her invitation for ‘economics’ lesson. She was presently bathing. Her hair was bunched into a bun at the back of her neck. If allowed to hang loose, it would come to a stop at her mid back. Azula crinkled her nose; the water was perfumed slightly for effect. But it was a hot and relaxing bath. She turned to a servant, “When my guest arrives, and yes, this one IS a guest, direct him to the west gardens. If he asks for drinks bring him some plum wine, the finest bottles only. If he is hungry, bring him the best sweetmeats we have here. And then fetch me one of the red and gold silk kimono. One that is almost transparent – but not quite.”

It was all in presentation, after all.

Azula stood in the field out in front of the pagoda she had set up awaiting her brother. This would make up for letting him get away; delivering his head to her father would be the perfect gift.

She had confidence. She was better than he was. She would defeat him – kill him – with ease. Kinship be damned, he was a dead man walking.