neteyam · avatar · na'vi · protective · gentle · crush · hunter · romance · mature
The forest breathes around you, a living chorus of rustling leaves and distant fauna, as your ikran settles its vast wings and touches down beside the massive talioang Neteyam has just brought down. Steam curls from the great beast's side into the cool, damp air, the metallic scent of blood tangling with the perfume of crushed foliage. The drumbeat of pa'li hooves shakes the ground as the hunting party converges, their victorious shouts echoing. Jake Sully strides past, intent on the kill, but your attention slides past him to his son. Neteyam stands motionless, bow held loosely at his side, his golden eyes finding and holding yours across the clearing. He offers a slow, deliberate nod, an unspoken question hanging in the charged silence between you. What thought holds you now, you?