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[atokrina]

       HER NOSTRILS FLARED AS NEYTIRI inhaled, golden eyes flickering over the spread of food between them as she listened to the words the boy was speaking. he seemed confident, almost carefree, an aura she was not used to experiencing from sky people. the scant run-ins she'd had had been ones of violence and fury, shouting and gunfire. this was... different, to be sure. and neytiri wasn't quite certain how she felt about it. not yet, at least.

    her brow furrowed at the strange and unfamiliar words he used, and though they didn't inspire trust, she couldn't help but admit... whatever morsels he'd set out, they did smell good. a tentative hand reached out to accept the small purple shape, bringing it up to her face to sniff it before glancing back at the boy.

    ❛ I am Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite. ❜ she was sure he would butcher it, as all sky people did, but it was of little concern to her as she carefully darted out her tongue to lick the cream from the morsel—and gave a high chirp of surprise, her ears swiveling forward and eyes widening. it was much, much sweeter than she was used to, but still... ❛ It is... not bad, I suppose. ❜

"Sometime!" He says agreeing. "Sometime they taste really gross, yknow? I only lole food and snacks that brings me super duper big happiness." As he speaks, he's opening the snacks wide up for easy grabbing for the two of them. From chips, cookies, and assortment of pastries. "The pastries are acrually handmade by one of the nice ladies here! She owns a cafe that sells all kinds of yummy drinks and these little pastries. Here." And he's handing the creature a lavender orange Swiss roll cake.

"You won't have to worry about bland OR soulless with this one. She's always putting her everything into her shop." And that, he could attest to!

He won't wait for her as he grabs a chip instead and starts chowing down happily.

"Oh, I'm Oliver by the way! Do you have a name?"

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       SHE HAD NOT EXPECTED TO be interrupted, to be faced with another by the stream she had crouched by. but even as neytiri had lifted a cupped hand full of water to her mouth and let the coolness wash down her throat, her ears had flicked at the sound of a branch snapping across from her. the beads in her hair had clattered sharply as she'd whipped her head around to face the new threat, eyes narrowing at the sight of a sky person emerging from the trees. neytiri had tensed immediately, hand ready to snatch her bow at a moment's notice.

    instead of attacking, though, he'd simply begun to speak, soft tones directed towards the sky. words that made a low, raspy growl ripple up from her chest and her eyes to narrow further. whether he knew it or not, the topic of discussion wasn't one she was particularly fond of. ❛ Those that come from beyond the stars bring only pain, and suffering. The do not respect the balance of life or those that follow it. ❜

    her nostrils flared, bringing the scent of smoke and fire. ❛ My people are of the earth, of Eywa and her gifts. That is all I care about. ❜

malchior isn't unfamiliar with beings from distant stars- if that's what this one was. certainly he'd never seen any being on earth like her. she holds herself like a warrior and a wise-woman, a favorable combination if he had to say so himself. both sides seemed rather clear in the way she looked at him with curiosity, yet seemed to take note of every other movement around them.

could she tell that he wasn't human? maybe that was what was causing her to seem so tense. or was it simply that she was also new to this realm? as he'd seen, plenty of people of all sorts had arrived with very little explanation-

❝ they say that we were brought here by the stars, ❞ he begins, turning his gaze from the tall alien to the heavens- clear skies that had not so long been darkened by an eclipse.

❝ where i come from, people have many different beliefs on the stars. some say that they were made by the gods, some simply say they came to be on their own. we mages used them to guide our magics- ❞ at least, he'd watched rorek draw magic from the stars long ago ... in a different time. a softer time.

❝ what do the stars mean to you? ❞

❲ @atokrina ❳

[atokrina]

red rover, red rover! ╰┈➤ @feistyvampire

       HER FINGERS TRAILED ALONG THE wall beside her as neytiri walked, ears perked forward and head tilted as she watched the violet from her fingertips bleed onto the rough surface. it was like painting before a battle, but with none of the urgency. she felt only calm, the same sense of understanding that swept over her during her meditation with eywa. and yet, during those times, she was able to surface from the lull when she was done, feeling steadier and more sure of herself. and yet, now... she felt held down in that singular emotion, unable to do little but sink into it.

    but such thoughts were beyond her, at the moment, and so she continued to watch the brushstrokes of color her fingers left on the concrete, musing that this was what the people of the aranahe clan must spend much of their day doing. and with that neytiri let herself become distracted in the feeling, simply walking along—until her fingers touched not concrete, but cloth.

    a sharp inhale, a starburst of red—the surface of the calm violet chipped by a bright and fiery emotion. a glance down at her fingertips, and the magenta hue now coloring them.

    ❛ You— ❜ surprise, flickering over her face. ❛ You are angry. And now I... ❜ neytiri's expression scrunched, her fingers curling into a fist. ❛ I am angry. ❜

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feeling blue? ╰┈➤ @ostentumm

       IT WAS THE SKY PERSON, the boy, that had given her food. the bitterness that layered his scent was unforgettable, the curls of different aromas that seemed his and yet not. it drifted to her on the gust of the breeze, meaning that when she stepped into the grove, neytiri wasn't surprised to see him sitting by the edge of the pool of water situated at its center. he seemed to blend, almost, with the cool color of the water. the deep blue that resided in its depths seemed to leech up and into him, staining his skin and clothes with its color.

    the curiosity at what he was doing that might have otherwise flickered through her was too muted to feel as she settled down next to him, meaning that the only thing he would see in her eyes if he looked into them would be a deep contemplation.

    ❛ You are sad. ❜ it was said matter of factly, an observation she picked up from his scent now that she was closer. ❛ Why? ❜

[atokrina]

pink paradise! ╰┈➤ @viladlind

       A DEEP BREATH WAS PULLED in through her nose, yellow eyes closed as for a single moment, neytiri just let herself be. she blocked out the sight of her hands, her arms, the deepening violet hue that had overtaken her skin and washed away all other colors. there was the faint thought that, even as she was now, neytiri would still not look out of place in the forests of her home. though the amusement that would usually accompany such an idea slipped from her fingers before she could even properly appreciate it, succumbing to the violet tide. like all of her emotions, she couldn't help but think.

    but any alarm that may have normally sparked through neytiri at that realization died long before it coalesced, and she felt only calm. deep and violet, and all-encompassing. it made it suddenly bearable to leave the forest she'd sequestered herself in from the moment she'd arrived, to walk the strange sky people roads and marvel at the lights around her. the hate and rage that would usually overwhelm her locked away, beneath the violet.

    it also meant, that when someone brushed against her, neytiri did not whirl and snap as she might otherwise have. no, she—gasped. at the bolt of... something, suddenly crackling through her.

    ❛ What—?! ❜ her ears tipped forward, eyes widening as the na'vi turned to meet the gaze of the one she'd touched in surprise.

[atokrina]

actually i'm giving in, so consider this an rp ad for the colour theory event! neytiri's initial color is deep violet, and more info about how it affects her can be found here! i'll go ahead and cap this at 3 for now!

[atokrina]

DEEP VIOLET ( #40033c ), the color of wisdom and spirituality, nobility and mourning. the dark shadows of a forest and the bruise of grief. the bleed of angry red underneath, sleeping just below the surface.

for the event, neytiri will be cloaked in the shades of violet common to the plants of her native world of pandora. she will be more subdued than normal, her quick temper pushed down to instead simmer below her calm demeanor. her natural wisdom and calm, the emotions that help her in her training to be the omatikaya tsahik, will instead be pulled to the surface of her personality to shine. she will be quieter, more contemplative, watching rather than interacting.

those that touch her will find the violet bleeding into their colors, steadying them and infusing them with a sense of calm and deep understanding of the world around them. those who are full of energy will find their minds slowing, those wracked by sadness and grief will find it not gone, but understood, and those ignited with the flames of rage will be tempered into a well-honed blade of clarity.

as of right now i’m not sure if i’ll post an rp ad for neytiri or not, but regardless if you’d like to thread, absolutely feel free to shoot me a DM!

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[atokrina]

       GOLDEN EYES NARROWED AT THE other as she spoke, shoulders held stiff and breath heaving in her anger. most of the words seemed to bounce around neytiri's skull, making her lip curl in an expression that could not be more displeased. ❛ Sell phone? ❜ the words were spit from her mouth with the same sort of viscera one would use to describe their greatest enemy, and with twice as much venom. ❛ Sell it to who, and for what?! ❜ even the concept of selling something was foreign to the na'vi, who relied on bartering and goodwill for their survival.

    before the girl could even answer, however, neytiri already had the device held in front of her face again, a low hiss escaping through her clenched teeth. ❛ Calling? Number? Block? ❜ only some of the words were familiar, yet all were spoken with a rising level of incredulity and disdain.

    ❛ I want none of this! I simply want it gone! How is this done?! ❜

Part of every servant materializing was learning the in's and out's of how the modern world worked. Helping out their Master without any knowledge of how society worked would be counterintuitive to saving humanity after all. And Mélusine was no exception, even if not all the advances really did make much sense to her either.

"That...would be a cellphone." Not the first time she was confronted about something like this. Although the times she did it wasn't as aggressive as this usually just more confusion then anything.

"It seems like someone is calling you. Although judging by the number it seems to be someone you wouldn't have known in the first place. Best to just ignore it till the sound stops, or block them outright."

[atokrina]

       HER HEAD TILTED AS NEYTIRI'S nostrils flared, taking in the sky people boy's scent as he settled across from her a healthy distance away. because it was... strange, human and yet layered in a way she'd never experienced before. it was a bitter sort of scent that made her want to wrinkle her nose, but neytiri stilled her expression before she could. it was better to hide her knowledge, tuck it close to her chest until she knew just what this boy wanted from her.

    it was with a blink of surprise, though, that she watched him rustle around in the odd sack he carried, fishing out a device whose purpose she could only dream of, and... food. it made her scent the air again, chin tilted up and ears swiveling forward. none of the fruits in this forest had been familiar, and therefore neytiri hadn't known if they were safe to eat. and while it was true that na'vi food was toxic to humans, it wasn't necessarily true the other way around.

    ❛ Sky People food lacks flavor. ❜ not an agreement, and yet not quite a denial either. ❛ It is bland, and soulless. ❜

Every nightfall Oliver is reminded of home. He used to be so excited to see the sun. STILL is. But damn, he misses the sound of the nightly bugs chirping away and he misses the smell that night had to offer. It's around this time that he misses his friends that much more.

With the people back home in his heart and thought (minus the ugly people,) he hums to himself as he strolls along the grassy field. His humming halts and he too comes to a halt when he spots a creature, and maybe it's because he was thinking of home, but the creature almost resembled that of a Stalker. Upon closer look, he learns that it is not. They've got a tail too long. Also, it certainly didn't smell like a Stalker. Oliver shifts his little bag over his shoulder and approaches. Footsteps are cautious and the only indication that this creature knows that someone is here is by movement of their ears. Oliver sniffs and then without there being fear, sits a good distance away. His bag is laid beside him.

"Hey...are you hungry?" Oliver starts opening his bag. He pulls out his little toy car that he was gifted by one of the people here and then he's bringing out a whole lot of different snacks.

"Garry would want me to share if she saw you out here on your own."

[atokrina]

       SHE WAS UTTERLY STILL AS the being below locked its gaze upon her form, neytiri's nostrils flaring and her eyes burning an intent gold. she knew her dappled skin did not blend as well here, not among these trees that lacked the starburst colors of her home, and the steadiness of that glowing pinpoint told her that she'd been seen. it chafed at her pride, as a warrior and as a hunter, but in the moment it couldn't be helped. she would just have to do better, next time.

    and yet for now, neytiri crouched, eyes not breaking from the metal creature as she dropped down from her perch. she landed softly, silently, arms not faltering from where they gripped her bow, an arrow knocked and ready to let fly. and as she circled, steps wary, her head tilted in a quiet assessment. she had expected an attack, from such a creature, and so neytiri couldn't help the slight surprise at its silence.

    and yet, she needed a reaction. a baseline of what, exactly, it planned to do. and so she drew herself up to her full height and hissed, a guttural sound ripped up through her throat even as neytiri pinned her ears back. a ferocious sight, meant to intimidate.

    ❛ Creature! You trespass where you do not belong! ❜ neytiri's tail lashed, fangs bared in clear aggression. ❛ Begone from this place! ❜

THE SUN PEEKS THROUGH THE CANOPY of leaves above, spilling through and onto the grass he treads. their colours fade, wept from branches buckling to the wind as the seasons shift. the cold is creeping in; it settles into the bones of trees, stripping them bare, and soon the leaves will be naught but old and withered things, crunching beneath the uncaring feet of civilians.

perhaps it seems trifling, to muse upon the change in weather, but modeus is simply glad he is alive to witness it... in a manner.

a flicker of blue captures his attention, and he turns his head slightly to note the approach of... a butterfly. its wings are streaked with a vivid cerulean, bordered by black. its colouration isn't particularly common among those living in the garden at the palace. transfixed by it, the thought briefly occurs to reach out, and offer it a perch should it wish to accept. gingerly, the ironkind lifts a hand towards it...

you will only hurt it.

snap!

the thought is sundered, and modeus snaps his head towards the sound, staring pointedly at what appears to be a... person, high up in the trees. had they been observing him? to what end? he decides to stay his words, with the hopes they might make use of their own first.

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       HER EARS FLICKED, HEAD TURNING as neytiri listened. there was a sound, a song of strings that echoed through the forest eerily before caressing lightly against her skin. it was almost something neytiri was familiar with, almost something her people would fill hometree with the sweet sound of. it was different, but similar enough that the melody drew her closer, silent limbs expertly navigating the forest floor so as to not alert the instrument's player. not until she got her look of the sky person, at the shaggy brown hair and pale complexion. for a moment, the sight made neytiri's nose wrinkle, but still. she only watched.

    until the human turned, seemingly suddenly wary, and called out. it made her head tilt in curiosity, because she knew she had been silent as the mists that threaded through the clouded forest. and yet, perhaps, the force of her stare had been too intense. it prompted the na'vi to slowly make her way out of the trees, just enough to let the dark silhouette of her crouched form become visible to the man.

    ❛ What is that? ❜ a shadowed hand, snaking out to point at the instrument in the human's hands.

@atokrina liked for a starter.

In a world that's so foreign , the only thing that's stayed the same is the music he makes. With his lute in his hands , he makes his way into a forest and settles down under a tree. He should be at home this late in the night , but it's all so overwhelming. After years , you would think having a roof over his head and a warm bed to sleep in would be welcome. But instead , he finds himself comforted by the stars over his head. This is the closest he's felt at home since he's arrived.

Absentmindedly , he begins strumming the instrument's strings , allowing himself to get swept away by it's somber melody. He gets so involved in his song that he almost , almost shakes off the feeling that he's being watched as just his mind playing tricks on him. But instead , he stops mid - strum , opening his eyes and scanning the trees around him.

❛ Hello - ? ❜ He calls out , trying to mask the unease in his voice. ❛ Is - is anyone there ? ❜

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a starter for ╰┈➤@puellamagita !

       THE LAST THING NEYTIRI EXPECTED to find in the depths of the swath of forest she'd decided to stake as her own was a human child. at night, on top of everything. she watched the child from the hammock she had hastily strung between two branches of the largest tree she could find, head tilted slightly and tail flicking. before she had come to this sky people place, neytiri had never actually seen a human child. pictures from grace's books, yes, but that was much different than laying her own gaze upon one. and so neytiri was struck with how small she was, startling so. she looked more like a na'vi toddler than the middling teen years she likely was.

    neytiri would blame the instincts ingrained in her about how precious children were for why she quietly rose from her resting place, nimble hands and feet quickly bringing her to drop before the girl. neytiri knew she stood out in this foreign forest, the pinprick constellations of bioluminescence scattered across her skin a hindrance rather than their usual boon in the darkness, and therefore would easily be spotted.

    ❛ You are lost. ❜ it was a statement rather than a question, but neytiri still tilted her head in clear expectance of an answer as she crouched before the girl, bringing them closer to eye level with each other.

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a starter for ╰┈➤ @ostentumm !

       THIS WORLD WAS DARK IN a way neytiri had never experienced. when the sun had dipped below the horizon and the shadows had deepened, she had expected the forest to come to life. plants glowing in their brilliance as they did in her forest, bioluminescence lighting up the landscape in beautiful brushstrokes of blues and greens. but as darkness had fallen, it had just been that—darkness. neytiri had sat alone in a grassy clearing and watched as the trees around her succumbed to the night without struggle, a sight that filled her with a strange grief. it was more proof that this was not pandora, not eywa'eveng. not her home.

    later, if asked, she would blame the unnatural darkness for why the boy was able to approach her without challenge. but she knew that was not the case. it was the deep sadness blanketing her shoulders that made her simply watch with golden eyes as he approached, ear flicking at the sound of his footsteps.

    and still she simply watched, waiting to see what he would do.

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a starter for ╰┈➤ @robustdragonheart !

       THE SNARL THAT TWISTED NEYTIRI'S lips let her fangs flash, the accompanying growl that ripped up through her chest allowing her feelings in that moment be utterly clear. irritation made her tail lash behind her, uncaring of the way its erratic movements seemed to unnerve anyone who passed by her. she might have even considered it a boon, if neytiri had not been so distracted by the source of her ire. the little device of glass and metal, smooth under her fingertips despite her many attempts to render it otherwise. it chirped, it beeped, it sung to her incessantly, and the tsakarem had had enough of it.

    neytiri whirled, yellow eyes darting around her quickly before latching on to the nearest being. a human girl, not even reaching her hip. still, she would do.

    ❛ You! ❜ her tone brooked no room for argument as neytiri's hand darted out and grabbed the girl's arm, stopping her in her tracks. her other hand reached up, clenching the sky people device in her fist. ❛ You will explain this! I throw it, I break it, but still it is with me! I cannot rid myself of it, and yet it continues to make noise! Why? What does it want from me?! ❜

[atokrina]

a starter for ╰┈➤ @ironkindness !

       HER STEPS WERE UTTERLY SILENT against the branches beneath her feet as neytiri prowled above the forest floor. light movements brought her from tree to tree with little more than a shiver of leaves, her grip on the unfamiliar bow tight but measured. she was hunting, as she had done a million times since she'd carved her first arrow under her father's proud gaze. but this? this was different. the branches she traversed were thin, the trees short and lacking the great flowering vines she was familiar with. there were no syaksyuk chortling in the forest around her, no nantang cackling in the distance, no heat pressing into her skin.

    and, most importantly of all, her prey was something she had never seen before. made of metal, it almost resembled the suits sky people would wear ( amp suits, jake had called them ) when trying to keep up with the superior na'vi strength. but neytiri could see no pink flesh peaking out, no window in which to glimpse it.

    but it had wandered into the stretch of forest she had found herself in, and so neytiri hunted. and yet despite her skills, this forest didn't know her, not like her home did. so when a branch cracked underneath her, a quiet snap that rung out, she hissed silently, ears pinning back as neytiri fixed her gaze on the creature and waited.

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a starter for ╰┈➤ @hopeled !

       SHE WANTED THE FOREST. THE cool moss under her feet, the calls of birds and the chirps of insects singing through the air. the soft leaves brushing her cheeks, and the green scent of the earth filling her nostrils. neytiri wanted home, she wanted the familiar, she wanted her mother. but around her towered monstrosities of metal and glass, sky people buildings that scraped the very clouds above her head. every way she turned, there was only gray and black, white and brown. an acrid scent suffocated her nostrils, and the machines that snarled by her on the stone path kicked up hot air and filthy water.

    it made neytiri's tail whip, her fists clench around the bow she'd been given ( not hers, not hers in the way her fingers didn't dip naturally into its curve ) as she spun around to face each new threat. her entire body was a taught line, ears pinned back to her head and breath coming quickly. she was a knocked arrow, and the soft touch of a hand to her elbow was all it took to release her.

    ❛ DO NOT TOUCH! ❜ the hiss was guttural, ripped from deep in her throat as neytiri whipped around, baring her fangs at the human. she cared little if she was speaking na'vi or english, only that the girl understood her tone enough not to try again.