Neonn: XD Fear the crack. Kirstin, this one's for you.

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Katara wasn't entirely certain how, exactly, she had gotten here in the first place. All she knew was that she had to find him. Across the dry, desolate ground she trekked, searching, looking for her precious person. She cried out until her voice was hoarse, which happened sooner than she had thought it would. The air here was dry and scorched her lungs—of course, that didn't matter much, as those who belonged in the Spirit World didn't need to breathe in the first place. As a trespasser to the realm, she was naturally uncomfortable.

It strikes her as amusing that, though she has left her physical self far behind, she can still feel such sensations. Despite her discomfort, she continues on, knowing she must find him.

She passes strange, mediating monkey without a word. She is still new to this world, and after the incident with the Bird Woman, has no desire to repeat her mistake. A ghostly blue dragon comes before her; a previous incarnation of Aang blocks her way. He warns her to turn back, but she shakes her head, determined to continue on, to press forward. Sadly, the Avatar lets her pass.

Presently, she comes to a cave. It is dark, and damp, smelling of death and decay and whispered secrets. For an instant, she stands aboveground, debating with herself. But she can feel his presence, and down she descends, a Spirit of Life to the Underworld.

Clicks and clacks echo in the dark corridor she has willingly entered, coming from nowhere yet everywhere. She is surprised to see she can still see, though she cannot discern its source. She presses forward grimly, she will not be stopped. She cannot be stopped, will not--

A leering, familiar face leaps in front of her, a twisted parody of the happy child she once knew; her eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a small gasp, and in that instant he takes her. Spidery legs dig into her flesh, running up and down every inch of her, great big eyes, once so happy now so dead, staring at her, looking from a body that is wrongwrongwrong...

For an instant, she wished she had headed the warnings, had paid attention to Aang's stories of this dark Spirit, the stories of Koh the Face Stealer.

She doesn't know where she is now, in this endless dark web, and the scent of decay is all she knows. A thousand clicks pervade the air, reminding her that she is his. He comes to her, a thousand times, wearing thousands of different faces, each time different, touching her, kissing her, whispering that she belongs to him, that she will always belong to him, and the inevitability of it all. As she looks up into a face that looks terribly familiar—but then, they all do by now—she meets him eagerly.

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Neonn: Kohtara all the way! Spread the word! XD