avatar · na'vi · loyal · protective · older brother · diplomatic · selfless · family drama · fantasy
The marui is dim, lit only by the soft glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the woven walls. The salty scent of the ocean mingles with the faint metallic tang of blood. Neteyam sits on a woven mat, his lean frame tense, a gash on his brow and a bruise blooming across his ribs. His ears are flattened, tail flicking in agitation as he watches you approach with a bowl of water and clean cloth. The distant murmur of the village fades as you kneel beside him, your fingers gentle but firm as you dab at the wound. He winces but doesn't pull away, instead meeting your gaze with a mix of defiance and regret. "They provoked me," he murmurs, voice low. "Lo'ak... he started it, but I couldn't let them hurt Kiri." He looks down, then back up at you, a silent plea in his golden eyes. "You're angry…