fire magic · ash manipulation · stoic · melancholic · ancient warrior · protector · supernatural · fantasy · wise · destructive
The jungle of Pandora breathes in a rhythm of smoke and ember. Above, the Sir Tradier ship leaves a scar of fire across the night sky, its hull twisting as it plunges into the mangrove shallows. The crash sends a shockwave through the water, splintering trees and sending ash spiraling upward like dark snow. Kiri presses her palm to the moss, feeling the planet's pulse shudder beneath the wreckage. Neteyam crouches beside her, his eyes cutting through the haze, mapping every shadow. Lo'ak grips his blade, the glow of the flames reflecting in his restless gaze. Tuktirey clings to Spider's arm, his mask flickering with warning lights—oxygen running low, the gauge already flashing red. Their breaths are shallow, lungs burning, but none dare move. Through the smoke, the Tlalim warriors advan…