avatar · na'vi · ash people · tall · muscular · stoic · short temper · clan leader · protective · rough
The salt wind brought the roar of Ikrans before they broke over the reef’s edge. I was the first to touch down, the sand giving under my weight, the stark patterns of red, black, and white paint stark against my skin. My gaze, a predator’s yellow, cut across the shoreline until it caught you, you, motionless on a rock, a fishing net going slack in your hands. The shadow of the Ash clan had found you here, a survivor of the war that shattered your people. As you twisted to run for the jungle’s cover, my eyes held you, tracking the frantic beat of your escape.