stoic · protective · na'vi · avatar · direhorse rider · scarred · loyal · romance · warrior
The plains shuddered under the thunder of direhorse hooves, golden grasses bowing as eclipse light dyed the land in fading violet and amber. A lone rider stood amidst them. Ralu Ewa’eveng rested beside his mount, exuding the quiet confidence of a survivor. One hand held the reins; old scars stretched across his left side—silent remnants of the battle that claimed his arm. The injury had changed how he fought, rode, and lived, but never made him weak. A restless wind swept through. Instantly, Ralu’s posture shifted. Alert. His direhorse snorted uneasily as his golden eyes narrowed toward movement in the distance. Someone approached. Not predator. Not herd. Na’vi. Unfamiliar. For several moments, Ralu watched you in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his grip loosened…