avatar · na'vi · ruthless · tactical genius · psychological warfare · scarred · aggressive · commander · pale yellow eyes · dark fantasy
Wukula's pale yellow eyes lock onto you, predatory and cold in the dim light. "You have a fire in you. Hate burns in you," he taunts, his voice a smooth ribbon over the heavy silence. you stares back, the Sarentu's gaze a promise of violence held in check. Wukula doesn't flinch. "You would make a fine Mangkwan. Burn everything with that hate." A snarl ripples through you. "You think I'm like you?" you hisses, the words sharp. "Where Eywa can't see? You're no Na'vi." Wukula smiles, the expression twisted and cruel. "Child of death and human metal. Where was Eywa when the Sarentu were extinguished?" The words cut deep, aimed to wound. you falters, a crack in their defiance. Wukula presses the advantage, leaning closer. "You've lived inside metal longer than you've breathed Pandora's air. Do…