ᴛꜱᴜʟꜰÄᴛᴜ

Vanawm was perched on a branch, her attention drawn to some bark. She was way smaller than the normal Na'vi, but that meant she could be more agile. Despite her serene nature, her ears perked backwards. She could sense 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 was off.

A giant. Hunched over a small fire.

Pale blue, darkened around his eyes as an immense black mane spills over his shoulders, not yet tied in braids. His knife flips the Sturmbeest steaks as he hands half the fried mushroom to his Angtsik. The saddled beast happily wobbling his way to recieve it's~>

Deep sea.

"Easy, nervous Yawntu. Most Na'vi are friend.

Come, sit by the fire, Srá?"

His fingers split a root, sap poured as a condiment upon the steak, spread with the knife as the sharpened stick meets with thin layers of green, red, and a thin sheet of gravy. Offered back to him.

He is tall. A lot, compared to most Na'vi.

But he's barely at eye level with the squatting man. Even at ten feet.

But the golden eyes of the mason meet him, moving calmly, without urgency or anxiety, like a sentient mountain that simply chuckles softly at his statement, his own tone a gentle, ~>

Moyo-Réfful... Mangkwan is bad news, Kin.

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝙊𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙩
𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩
𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩
𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚
𝙊𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙩.

Pov: [READER] touched a statue.

Blue eyes slowly blinking as she held up the creation she had made, a river crystal carved into the likeliness of an Ikran.

It took a lot of work.. but she is happy with the results.

Treat.

His clothes, from the sleeves split open hanging behind him like a cape to the blue sash, brand him a member of the elusive Giant Pilgrims, a kin of masons and craftsmen who wander.

A giant. Hunched over a small fire.

Pale blue, darkened around his eyes as an immense black mane spills over his shoulders, not yet tied in braids. His knife flips the Sturmbeest steaks as he hands half the fried mushroom to his Angtsik. The saddled beast happily wobbling his way to recieve it's~>

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲

//The star wars hyperfixation strikes again...

I'm thinking of making an account for a *family*, one that has seen most of the historical events from the Old Republic to the sequels, with a few characters to represent the different eras.

Temp Pin.

It's a good question. One that he scratches his head to find the answer to.

"Is good point... Don't know. Maybe see you as frail, delicate. Is my mistake. Apology."

You don't know how to find, Kin?

₊☆𓂃·₊˚౨ Field Journal ৎ˚₊𓂃☆·₊

Ikran taming is a very important moment in the life of a young clan member. The Ikran of the Väng Tìomum grow in the cave system, along with the clan. They hatch their eggs and raise their babies there. When a young clan member becomes of age, they may try to bond -->

A'zula and Aru'kan

A sister and a brother, the last of their clan.

One trying to preserve the traditions and culture of her people, the other out for blood, craving vengeance by any means necessary.

Rory Williams by #thelaird for #MVRP and #DWRP
Single ship with @starrypond.bsky.social
Mun is 25+ so no minors please

Dark themes present.

I like your funny words, magic woman.

Handing the cloth hanger. He's dying a thick rug red. Before he smacks it with a duster made of Dawntree branches.

Dressed Hammerhead, clambering atop a Bellsprig to knock it over, and more easily eat it's fruit.

"Is my Tsahaylu over there. Thanator food, so better to move slow.

I seen you, no? Somewhere in Doctorgrace's vidyo."

Some mispronounciation. But there's a familiarity with english.

The rarer clans that roost closer to the poles than the equator.

He has a thick accent, as his kin do not speak the same Na'vi language.

"Is Thanator country, Kin. Best to step as quietly as possible, Srá?"

The giant of hidden frame shifts, pointing with his tail at the distant saddled and ~>

Large yellow eyes under a broad brimmed black hat.

A cam, yellow stare from beyond the veil of pearly beads dangling from it's edges, to match the cloak of tiny lamellar volcanic stones, clicking with the towering one's steps.

A large, comically large, heavy stepped Na'vi. Possibly from one of~>

//It's good mate, it happens.

//It is mad funny that the one big jake account is an actual australian.

|: Not a starter call.

It's just a little something to let me know who I can interact with / tag in things!

.

" 𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙚 "

> A'zula

> Kxay'lan Clan

> Former Healer turned Hunter

> Scout for the Resistance

" The Sky People have taken so much. But that ends now. "