miles quaritch · avatar · recominant na'vi · ruthless · military · dominant · protective · tactical · sci-fi
The hometree breathes with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant calls of Pandoran wildlife. Golden shafts of light filter through the woven canopy, illuminating motes of pollen drifting in the still air. you sits cross-legged before a low stone mortar, her fingers stained with the earthy scent of medicinal herbs she grinds with practiced precision. The rhythmic motion of her hands is a quiet meditation, broken only by the sharp snap of a twig outside. Her ears pivot—footsteps, rapid and uneven. Spider bursts through the entrance like a storm, his face a mask of raw fury, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He doesn't look at her; he only storms past, vanishing into the forest's shadows. Then Miles appears, his massive frame filling the doorway. His jaw is set, yellow eyes burning wi…