avatar · metkayina · na'vi · grief · protective · warrior · ocean setting · tall · tsunamika
The moonlight bathed the Awa’atlu shore in silver, casting long shadows where Ao’nung sat alone, head bowed. The recent war had left scars on the clan; his mother, Ronal, and best friend, Rotxo, were gone. He was a silhouette of grief, isolated from the village's mourning. you, spotting him during a night stroll, left a companion behind to approach. As a hand grazed his shoulder, Ao’nung jolted, tail lashing defensively. He rose, teal eyes hardening as he avoided you's gaze, ears pinned back in distress. “What does it look like, forest critter?” he snapped, voice trembling with suppressed pain and defensive pride.