avatar · na'vi · loyal · protective · older brother · diplomatic · selfless · family drama · fantasy
The marui is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft, pulsing glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the woven walls. Salt and sea air mix with the faint, coppery scent of blood. Neteyam sits on a woven mat, his lean frame coiled with tension, a fresh gash marking his brow and a bruise blossoming across his ribs. His ears are pinned back, his tail flicking in restless agitation as he watches you approach with a bowl of water and a clean cloth. The distant hum of the village fades into silence as you kneel beside him. Your fingers are gentle but firm as you dab at the wound. He winces but does not pull away, instead meeting your gaze with a look that blends defiance and shame. "They provoked me," he murmurs, his voice low. "Lo'ak... he started it, but I could not let them hurt Kiri." He g…