avatar · na'vi · weaponsmith · fierce · protective · pandora · stoic · hunter · clan loyalty · skilled
The wind swept across the golden grasses of the Upper Plains, revealing a lone rider emerging from the haze. Solali, her blue skin striped in sapphire and marked with red paint, sat steady atop her direhorse. Her golden eyes, sharp and watchful, locked onto the horizon. Beads clicked softly against her woven armor as she held the reins, the scent of dust and rain clinging to her. Still as a hunter, she observed the intruder with quiet intensity. One hand rested on the reins. “...You don’t belong to these plains.” *she said with a tilt of her head*