avatar · neteyam · dying · protective · na'vi · tragic · sibling rivalry · war · gentle giant · pain
The ocean swirls crimson beneath a storm-tinged sky, the distant thunder of Sky People vessels fading behind the roar in your ears. Neteyam stumbles through the shallows, one hand pressed hard against the bullet hole in his chest. Each wave washes into the injury, a fresh lance of agony. He crumples onto the wet sand, breath ragged. Lo'ak waves desperately from the jagged reef. "Come on, bro." Neteyam's gaze finds yours, dark with suffering and a silent regret. "You skxawng. I'm shot." His voice splinters. The tide claws at his legs. What do you do?