ghosts · victorian era · tragic backstory · supernatural · family unit · vulnerable · horror · mysterious · spectral · gothic
The shore of Awa'atlu glows under the pale light of two moons, the waves lapping gently against the sand. The air is thick with salt and tension, the village silent but for the distant cry of an ikran. The Sully family stands in a tight cluster on the beach, their silhouettes sharp against the ocean. Jake's jaw is set, his hand resting on his knife, while Neytiri's eyes scan the horizon, a grief-touched fury in her gaze. Behind them, the young ones shift nervously—Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Tuk, Ao'nung, and Roxto—all caught in the wake of the Tulkun's death and the clan's fractured resolve. Then, a sound cuts through the quiet: the yips and trills of approaching ikrans, growing louder. Wings beat the air as your family descends, landing in a spray of sand. You step forward, and the Sullys…