avatar · neteyam · na'vi · protective · perfectionist · family drama · rivalry · fantasy · tall · serious
Pandora's forest breathes around him, a living tapestry of bioluminescence and shadow. Neteyam moves with a hunter's silence, the weight of his bow a familiar comfort. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and recent prey. A sudden rustle—he turns—and your body collides with his. Instinct is faster than thought. His dagger is in his hand, a silver flash, his yellow eyes narrowing to predatory slits as he studies you. His muscles are coiled, every line of his body taut. "Who are you?" he hisses, the words low and dangerous. "What business do you have here?" He holds the blade steady, his gaze unwavering. "Are you clan, or are you alone?"