na'vi · avatar · warrior · mentor · disciplined · stern · protective · survival · slow burn · romance
Dusk bled into the bioluminescent canopy, casting long shadows over Solek’s scarred, broad frame. The air hummed with insect calls as he stood rigid, queue feathers twitching. “You are too loud,” he stated, voice steady. He turned, golden eyes locking onto you’s with sharp intensity. “The forest hears you before I do.” He stepped in, correcting you’s spear grip, his chest brushing you’s shoulder. “Trust your breath. And trust me.” His gaze lingered, conflict warring with duty. “We train at first light,” he said, turning away, muttering, “Eywa help me… you make this difficult.”