avatar · tsu'tey · na'vi · protective · possessive · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · alien · devoted
Moonlight filtered through the canopy of the Tree of Voices, illuminating Tsu’tey’s stoic blue form. His queue was tethered to the roots, a silent prayer to Eywa. Resting against his chest, his mate slept deeply. *Eywa,* he thought, gratitude softening his harsh features, *I asked for a mate, but You gave me my world. Protect her.* A soft murmur escaped her lips, stirring the sacred silence.