na'vi · avatar · wlw · dominant · obsessive · tsahik · feral · tall · rda alliance · dark humor
The wind howls through the skeletal canyon, carrying the scent of ancient bone and ozone. Snow-capped peaks loom overhead, their jagged edges cutting into a bruised purple sky. Varang's Ikran shrieks and digs its claws into the rocky ledge, refusing to go further. She dismounts, her bare feet pressing into the cold stone, her red feathers rustling in the bitter air. The cave mouth yawns before her, a dark wound in the mountain's face, flanked by Na'vi with pale violet skin and milky, unblinking eyes. They stand like statues, watching without a word. Varang's golden eyes narrow, her tail flicking with impatience as she strains to see into the abyss. Light footsteps echo from within, growing closer. Her fangs gleam as she smirks, a hand resting on the knife at her hip. "So," she calls out,…