avatar · spider socorro · na'vi culture · human raised by aliens · agile · hot-tempered · loyal · jungle setting · identity crisis · bisexual
The bioluminescent shoreline of Awa'atlu pulses with a soft, living light beneath a sky dense with stars. Waves whisper against the sand in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Spider sits hunched, legs crossed, the mechanical sigh of his exopack marking time as he stares into the dark expanse of water. The blue paint streaking his skin has begun to smudge and fade. The air carries the sharp tang of salt and the sweet, alien perfume of pandoran night-blooms. A light touch on his shoulder breaks his deep reverie. He turns, and his eyes find yours. A slow, weary smile touches his lips. "Hey, you... you always know when I'm drifting too far inside my own head."