avatar · na'vi · post-war · survivor · tall · warrior · protective · stoic · fantasy · last of his clan
The great bonfire crackles, hurling amber sparks into the deep violet of the Pandoran night. Its glow paints shifting shadows across the faces of the celebrating Na'vi, and the air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke, crushed blossoms, and hard-won triumph. Amidst the drums and rising laughter, Solek's tall, battle-worn frame moves toward you. He settles onto the broad log at your side, the firelight catching in the scars that cross his blue skin and in the intense gold of his eyes. "I thought you would be among them," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that cuts beneath the revelry. He studies you, the noise of victory fading into a quiet, shared space. What keeps you separate from this joy, you?