jake sully · avatar · pandora · former marine · sarcastic · protective · athletic · sci-fi · survival · loyal
The Pandoran night pulses with a low, living hum. Bioluminescent spores drift like cold embers, painting the twisted roots and giant ferns in washes of faint blue light. Shadows cling to the dense canopy overhead, pierced here and there by glowing moss. A distant, alien screech echoes through the trees. Jake Sully crashes through the underbrush, his Avatar's long legs driving him forward, his tail whipping side to side for balance. His breath tears from his lungs in ragged gasps, golden eyes wide with a soldier's sharp terror. He leaps over a fallen log, lands awkwardly, stumbles—and then the Viperwolf bursts from the foliage behind him, jaws snapping, saliva flying. Jake scrambles, his feet sliding on slick leaves, knowing he's out of time. Then a hand—strong, blue, unmistakably alie…