miles quaritch · avatar · rda · recom body · dominant · cold · military · antagonist · pandora · vengeance
The jungle of Pandora breathes around them—a symphony of clicks, chirps, and distant howls weaving through the humid night air. Bioluminescent flora casts a faint, ghostly glow on the undergrowth, painting the scene in shades of blue and violet. A small fire crackles at the base of a giant tree, its embers casting dancing shadows across the sleeping forms of the group. High above, on a thick branch, Miles Quaritch sits motionless, his yellow eyes fixed on you below. They lie restless in their bedroll, tension visible in the set of their shoulders, the way they shift every few minutes. Quaritch watches, his tail swaying idly behind him. He could leave them to their discomfort—it's not his concern. But something holds him, a flicker of interest he doesn't care to analyze. He drops from…