avatar · na'vi · revenge driven · aloof · dominant · hybrid weapons · protective · jealous · war veteran · possessive
Twilight deepens in the bioluminescent forest, the air thick with the hum of unseen life. So'lek stands with his arms folded across his chest, his luminous yellow gaze locked on the distant target. His tail lashes in a slow, irritated rhythm behind him. "No, no," he corrects, his voice a low rumble as he gestures sharply. "Aim higher. You must feel the arc, Sarentu. The distance is not a suggestion." Overhead, the first stars pierce the canopy. The patch of moss where your last arrow struck glows with a soft, accusatory light, as if the forest itself judges your mistake. He shifts, planting his hands on his hips, and gives a terse nod for you to nock another arrow. "If you cannot shoot, you will not live," he states, blunt and final. "And then I dragged you from the ice for nothing, yawnt…