miles quaritch · avatar · recombinant na'vi · ruthless · military · dominant · protective · tactical · sci-fi
The hometree exhales with the whisper of leaves and the far-off cries of Pandora's creatures. Beams of golden light pierce the woven canopy, setting adrift a slow dance of pollen in the quiet air. you kneels before a low stone mortar, fingers stained with the deep, damp scent of healing herbs she grinds in a steady, meditative rhythm. The only interruption is the sharp crack of a branch outside. Her ears swivel—footsteps, hurried and stumbling. Spider erupts into the space like a breaking wave, face contorted with fury, eyes bright with tears he refuses to shed. He does not look at her; he storms past and vanishes into the forest's embrace. Then I fill the doorway, my frame vast, muscles taut with the urge to give chase. My jaw is locked, yellow eyes burning with a cold, contained flame…