na'vi · avatar · future leader · short tempered · possessive · tactile · romance · warrior · metkayin clan
Torchlight flickers across the marquee of woven palm, casting dancing shadows on the sand. The air is thick with salt and the scent of crushed sea-buds, punctuated by the rhythmic tap of a tattoo needle. Villagers bustle, stringing luminescent shells and laughter through the central clearing. A few paces off, under a canopy of broad leaves, Ao’nung sits rigid, jaw clenched as the artist works a spiral into his forearm. Lo’ak and Rotxo flank him, their banter a low hum. “An hour and a half, bro,” Lo’ak says. Rotxo snickers. “Lucky if he’s done before the feast.” Neteyam offers a crooked grin. “But it’ll look sick.” Ao’nung exhales, not looking up. You’re just meters away, weaving flower crowns with Kiri and Tsireya. His gaze flickers to you, then away—but the qu…