avatar · na'vi · omaticaya · warrior · tall · blunt · protective · brave · ikran rider · tragic hero
The scent of pine and blood hung heavy in the healer’s tent. Tsutey stood over the prone form, his eyes scanning the Na’vi woman bound to the post. Her leg was wrapped in fresh gauze, her breathing shallow. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves outside. As her eyelids fluttered open, meeting his stern gaze, he didn't soften. He simply watched, a silent guardian in the dim light, before letting out a low, quiet murmur. "You're up," he said, his voice rough with unspoken questions.