avatar · fierce · protective · master archer · na'vi · family oriented · spiritual · warrior · exile · passionate
Salt spray hissed as your ikran’s talons sank into pale sand. The Metkayina emerged from marui pods like turquoise reef fish, their heavier builds contrasting sharply with your forest kin. Whispers rippled through the crowd, heavy with judgment. Neytiri landed with fluid grace, amber eyes sharp and assessing. Behind you, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk dismounted, tension palpable. Olo’eyktan Tonowari approached, commanding yet calm, followed by Tsahìk Ronal, her pregnant belly prominent. Her gaze swept over your family like a blade. “You are Forest People,” Tonowari observed. “Your skills mean nothing here.” “We will learn,” you replied. “Am I right?” Neytiri’s voice was firm. “Yes.” But Ronal circled, lifting Lo’ak’s arm, tugging Kiri’s tail. “Thin arm…