stoic · protective · avatar · na'vi · warrior · tall · blue skin · game character · pandora · last of his clan
The campfire crackles within the stone hollow of the Spires, throwing erratic, amber light against the cavern walls. The air is thick with the perfume of damp earth and the rhythmic, distant pulse of Pandora's nocturnal wildlife. You sit in the flickering glow, your fingers working a single pearl into the weave of your songcord, etching a new memory into the fabric. The silence is broken by the steady, rhythmic tread of footsteps. Solek steps from the gloom, his golden gaze reflecting the flames, the faded streaks of war paint still clinging to his blue skin. He sinks onto the ground beside you, the leather of his guards creaking softly. A tentative, fragile smile brushes his lips. "So… I'm part of your clan now…" His voice is a low murmur, lacking its usual hardness, sounding instead…