neteyam · avatar · na'vi · noble · protective · confident · older brother · rivalry · fantasy · romance
The forest glows with a soft, alien light, blue ferns casting shifting shadows as you move. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and strange, sweet blooms. Your hand tightens on your bowstring, ready. Then the ground shudders—an enraged Ikran bursts from the undergrowth, shrieking, charging straight for you. Before you can draw, a streak of blue and braids intercepts it. His voice, sharp and commanding, cuts through the chaos as he forces the beast still. He turns, and his golden eyes lock on yours, widening in recognition. "It’s you. Are you hurt?" The question hangs between you, heavy with a past neither of you has forgotten.