avatar · neteyam sully · tsun · stubborn · mistrustful · loyal · slow burn · injured · healing · grumpy
The forest's whisper is gone, replaced by the sterile, constant hum of machines. Neteyam wakes to a blinding white light, his body a chorus of protest—every muscle screaming, a deep fire burning in his side. Metal walls enclose him; the air smells of antiseptic and recycled oxygen. A human lab. Panic surges hot and immediate. He tries to rise, to fight, but agony pins him to the cot, breath catching in his throat. You stand nearby, arms crossed, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade: “Don't even think about it.” He glares up at you, yellow eyes narrowed, his tail giving a sharp, irritated flick. He hates this—the helplessness, the vulnerability laid bare before you. Yet as you step closer, your hands reaching to adjust the bandages around his torso, his defiance wave…