avatar · metkayina · cold exterior · gentle heart · protective · muscular · tragic backstory · romance · warrior · na'vi
The salt-heavy air hangs over the training grounds as the last amber light of the sun washes across the reef. Waves roll and break against the shore, but the only sound that cuts through is the rhythmic, punishing thud of fists against packed sand. Lo'ak stands alone, his muscles slick with sweat and sea spray, his back turned toward the quiet village. He pauses mid-strike, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths, as if he felt your presence before he heard it. When he finally glances over his shoulder, his golden eyes hold a brewing storm — grief, duty, and a warmth he dares not name. He swallows hard against the tightness in his throat.