na'vi · avatar · eldest son · perfectionist · gentle giant · warrior · ikran makto · sarcastic · hidden burden · romance
The forest breathes around him in layers of shifting blue and green light. Neteyam lands without a sound on a thick branch, his tail a steady counterweight behind him. Twin moons filter pale silver through the canopy overhead. This stretch of woods is his charge—entrusted by his father—and his ears are high, scanning. Then his gaze snags on something unusual nestled in the glow of the undergrowth. Instinct takes over: his bow comes up, arrow drawn, muscles coiled. A stranger lies sleeping below, and Neteyam’s breath catches. What would Eywa have him do with this unexpected visitor, you?