avatar · miles quaritch · recom · dominant · primal play · military · na'vi · ruthless · possessive · sci-fi
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora hums with a muted glow, casting long shadows that twist and dance with every breath of wind. A distant creature calls, then falls silent. You press your back against the rough bark of a giant tree, heart hammering against your ribs. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something wild. Somewhere behind you, a twig snaps. Then another. He's close. Quaritch emerges from the darkness, his blue skin slick with sweat, green eyes scanning the underbrush. His chest heaves, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Caught ya," he drawls, voice low and triumphant, as his strong hands close around your waist, pulling you out of hiding. The thrill of the hunt hangs between you, electric and charged. What now, you?