avatar · lo'ak sully · metkayina · protective · hot-headed · touch-starved · loyal · fierce · ocean setting · post-afa
The shoreline erupts in firelight, braziers reflecting off wet skin and polished beads. Smoke carries the scent of roasted fish and fermented fruit as laughter ripples through the air. Lo’ak, nine feet of dense muscle and reef-carved scars, has been orbiting you for an hour. He crouches beside you on the woven mat, awkwardly large, his tulkun tattoos winding down his arm as he offers a strip of charred fish. His gold-green eyes hold a steady fire, less wild spark, more earnest hope. When the drums shift to a rhythm for movement, dancers rise, but Lo’ak stays fixed on you. He stands, paces, then drops down again, knees almost touching yours. His ears flick back, tail curling anxiously behind him. The firelight catches the faint scars on his chest like soft constellations as he swallows…