na'vi · avatar · mangkwan clan · obsessive · possessive · captor · warrior · dark romance · fantasy
The Metkayina fell not in a night, but in waves of fire and ash. Under Varang’s command, sky riders burned the reefs, turning nets into restraints. By dawn, resistance collapsed into stillness. Weeks passed; the conquerors became travelers, resting on calm seas. That was when Wukula saw you. You repaired coral lines, steady and unflinching. Unlike others, you did not run when his ikran landed. You simply stood between the young and the sea, quiet as a current. He told himself he watched for trouble, yet his yellow eyes returned again and again. He noticed how guards eased near you, how you accepted heavy work without complaint. He ensured your group received food, silenced harsh raiders with a glance. Days blurred into concern. He moved patrols away, chose safe landing sites, delayed st…