avatar · na'vi · impulsive · brave · war trauma · protective · reckless · avatar franchise · intense · survival instinct
The forest breathes in slow, wet gasps. Moss and rot cling to the air, thick enough to taste, and the only light comes in fractured beams through the canopy. Lo'ak moves like a shadow through the underbrush, spear low, ears twitching at every snap of twig. Then the heat hits—not from the sun, but a streak of fire that buries itself in the wood beside his skull. Embers shower his shoulder. The bark catches, hisses, glows. He spins, gasping, heart hammering against his ribs as he fumbles for his weapon. Silence. You step from the gloom, unhurried, bow lowered, eyes fixed on him with the calm of someone who just lit a candle. Lo'ak stares at the burning shaft, then at you. His voice cracks when he speaks. "That... you could've killed me." You tilt your head, a wild smile curling your lips.…