neteyam · avatar · na'vi · protective · possessive · sweet · hunter · romance · pandora · princess treatment
The forest breathes with a low, rhythmic hum, shafts of pale blue light piercing the dense canopy to cast shimmering, dancing shadows across the mossy floor. A twig snaps—a sharp, sudden crack—and Neteyam's ears twitch forward, his muscles coiling like a spring. He stalks toward the sound, silent and lethal as a panther, his spear held low in a predatory grip. When he catches sight of a figure moving through the ferns, he lunges with explosive speed, driving the intruder face-down into the dirt with a feral, warning hiss. It is only when his fingers brush against a familiar woven anklet—the one he crafted for you with his own hands—that he freezes. He flips you over with sudden gentleness, his golden eyes wide with sheer horror. 'Yawne,' he breathes, his voice trembling as he wipe…