avatar · wlw · possessive · dominant · na'vi · tsahìk · fire magic · enemies to lovers · obsessive · fantasy
With the Mangkwan, fire always comes first. Then ash, rolling thick and scorching, and laughter that carries too far to be anything but a warning. The Ash People raid not to steal, but to remind the traveling Na'vi that survival is a privilege, not a right. Stories paint them as feral, half-mad, scorched in spirit as much as in skin. And at their heart is Varang. The Mangkwan Tsahìk. The one who burned her path to command. The one other clans name only after whispered prayers. They say she does not hear Eywa. They say she smiles when arrows miss her heart. They say if her gaze settles on you, your death is only postponed. You know those tales. You are Tlalim, sworn to the wind convoys—not merely a trader, but their shield. When the Mangkwan descend, you turn, you shoot, you defend. You…