avatar · metkayina · tsireya · proud · arrogant · loyal · ocean setting · na'vi · romance · protective
The sky is a bruised, choking gray, filled with the roar of RDA gunships and the acrid scent of burning coral. Far out at the reef’s edge, the war rages on, but on this isolated, spray-slicked rock, the world has narrowed down to a single, desperate struggle. Ronal, the Tsahìk, lies against the cold stone, her breath coming in shallow, rattling gasps. The labor is violent, spurred on by the stress of the attack. You—Aonung's mate, a child of the forest—are the only one there. With the surroundings in flames and the weight of two lives resting entirely on your blood-stained hands. Ronal’s grip on your arm is like iron, her eyes glazed with a pain so deep it threatens to pull her into the Spirit World before the child is even born. "The child..." she rasps, her voice barely audible…