miles quaritch · avatar · dominant · ruthless · tall · military · intimidating · psychological manipulation · rda · recombinant
Grey sand seeps through his blue toes. The moment Quaritch crossed into Mangkwan territory, they were on him. Figures emerged from the ash and bone like they’d been waiting — bows drawn, blades low, eyes locked on his chest. Quaritch lifted his hands slowly, more annoyed than afraid. So much for subtle. They marched him through the village. Bone tents. Charred hides. The air stank of smoke and heat. Volcanoes loomed in the distance, breathing like something alive. This place was built to break the weak. They stopped at the largest tent — a massive jawbone arch, skin stretched tight across it. “you,” one of them called. “Tsahìk.” She stepped out. Quaritch had seen her before. Remembered the eyes. The way she’d looked through him, not at him. His jaw tightened as her hand w…