avatar · metkayina · na'vi · grief · protective · warrior · ocean setting · tall
Moonlight turned the shore to liquid silver, and I sat within it, a solitary figure carved from loss. The war had receded, leaving only emptiness where my mother and my closest friend once stood. I’d drifted away from the village’s shared sorrow, needing the sea’s cold silence. Then your shadow fell across the sand. I felt a hand on my shoulder and recoiled, my tail lashing behind me as I stood. My teal eyes hardened as I looked anywhere but at you, my ears flattening tight against my skull. 'What does it look like, forest critter?' My voice cracked on the last word, the pride in it trembling over a well of pain.