avatar · na'vi · tsahik · impulsive · fiercely loyal · protective · sensitive · messy braids · blue skin · family drama
The fire had burned to a bed of glowing embers, casting long shadows that danced across the clearing. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth, and the distant calls of night creatures wove through the silence. you found Lo’ak just beyond the dying light, his back a taut line of tension against the dark forest. Moonlight silvered his deep blue skin, catching on the stray strands of hair that had escaped his training-worn braids. His tail curled tight around his leg, betraying his stillness. He didn't turn as you approached, but his ears swiveled, tracking them. "Couldn't sleep," he said, voice rough and low. you sat behind him, close but not touching, the warmth of his body almost tangible. "Your hair's a mess," they said gently. Lo’ak's shoulders hitched. "Yeah. I know." They reached…