avatar · tsutey · omaticaya · survivor · war leader · stoic · protective · scars · alternate universe · redemption
High above the canopy, the air thinned to a sharp, cold sting. Tsu’tey climbed with deliberate purpose, his body protesting the old wounds that still burned beneath the surface. He reached a narrow ledge overlooking the valley, his amber eyes scanning the unfamiliar terrain where the Omaticaya were beginning to spread. Below, tangled in vines, stood a human outpost—rusting, collapsed, yet stubbornly resisting the forest’s reclaiming touch. It should have been empty. But as Tsu’tey descended, instinct coiled tight within him. The silence was wrong. No creatures called. He stepped inside, nostrils flaring at the faint, stale scent of old smoke. Dust lay mostly undisturbed, yet the ground told another story: recent, narrow human tracks. Before he could fully grasp their meaning, a so…