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Demise part one;

Tip: His tattoos can turn colorful when he is feeling emotional.

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Upcoming short comic of Avatar Au; "The Demise"

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Okay like Neteyam I can't wait the fic or the art of Neytiri punishment for hurting the worse Skold when he was Spider, and I can't wait the karma and the punishment for make her Remember what She has done

I would make the short comic for Neytiri's punishment

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Blood of the Damned

Warnings; Blood, violent, etc....

At the edge of the heavy, dense, endless tropical forest of Pandora, surrounded by moonlight shining over the Hell’s gates, beyond the fortify gates, RDA soldiers are unaware of the presence, two shining eyes glittering in the shadows, hearing every single soldier’s heartbeat, thumping, coursing their blood and draw rich pure oxygen from Exo-masks, gently snarling, he raise his hand in the air, one finger snap, an invisible dome is warping from the treeline to the center of the base camp, completly cut off from Bridgehead city, and the interstellar vehicle Venture stars above the world. Isolated by its unnatural force. The RDA has continued working. 

It has been a month since my avatar, Spider Socorro, died from filthy RDA. He doesn’t deserve his untimely death. So young. Full of life if he was meant to exist in this world. Now, I am here. Right here. Hell’s gates. The beginning of the so-called friendship between humans and Na’vi. 

Slowly, he starts to walk, swaying his abnormal height of eleven feet tall, shining his eyes in the dark, waddling towards the gates, in front of the heavy security guards, wearing the AMPS, one of them in the cockpit, a trained experience veteran have notice the warning alarm from his screen, seeing a lone figure with heat signature is coming to them, he raise his rifle in the air, aim at the center of the roadway, the others are confused to see him guard up, then, its moonlight shines on the stranger; He sees him pacing down. He is brave enough to face the RDA. Up close, he sees the description of the stranger; it is a boy. Shaved hair. Pointed ears. Awful resemblance to the fairy tales of Elves. Frosty white pale skin. Golden sun tattoos all over his body. Completely nude. Deep in his core, the veteran soldier felt a frightening chill down his spine, he didn’t want to speculate that this boy could be the Aesir. The name that haunted RDA for hundreds of years. Yes, the Na’vi people called the Sky-people demons. But for humans, they called Aesirs even worse. The devils. “Halt!” He shouted at the boy. Surprisingly, he kept walking towards them. “Stop or I will shoot you, boy!” He can feel his own hands trembling. Sweating through his gloves to control his AMP suit. Not just his gloves. He can feel his heartbeat. Thumping louder than his breath. Out of nowhere, he gives a big smile, so eerily, stares at the Veteran, ignores other security guards, cracks his knuckles, tilts his head to stretch his body, and the boy’s voice begins to speak in plain English. “Boy? My name is Skold. And I’m here for retribution.” 

Yes. The RDA will be punished to the death for their actions. Yet, they won’t be the only ones. The High camp should be punished too, to scare them. Not death. 

The veteran felt an overwhelming feeling of fear on his body; without hesitation, he fired his bullets at Skold. So are his comrades who join his side. But the bullets have been ricocheting off his bare body, Skold scoffs, knowing they are wasting their ammo, raising his face towards them, they watched his eyes turn pale black, just like the Great White, hungry for blood. Skold swung his hand in the air, RDA security guards are confused why he swings his arm, all of a sudden, one of his team members begins to slide off his lower body, they can see the blood spilling out of his upper body, the Veteran knew he was indeed Aesir, quickly, he pulls his grenade off his suit, hopefully to take him down, but Skold have walk past them by. 

The AMPS suit cannot protect them from my wrath. 

Skold has step into the inner core of the base camp, hearing the bodies crashing down behind him, the sound of alarm echoing through the base, urging every single soldier to prepare for the attack, half of team have approach the boy, they all put their weapons; Bazooka, rifles, grenades, or anything strong enough to take down an opponent as their enemies. (RDA! I am here for your blood. And destroy this place for the greater good of Pandora.) He has telepathically transmitted his words to every man and woman in the building. A massive headache for every human who couldn’t shake his words. Not just soldiers. The traitors who surrendered to Ardmore a year ago begin to recognize this familiar voice. Including his so-called foster family for Spider. Among the soldiers, an sergeant major in the AMP suit, steps in, ordering his troop to fire everything they got, Skold smirks, spring up in the air, inhaling the air into his throat, exhale a huge sonic beams at them, ripping every soldier’s bodies apart as they have been blown apart by a sound so powerful than bombs, descend to the ground,  twitches to see how fast he land his bare feet, slam his hand into the ground, unleash the roots, transform earthy roots into spikes, soaked in its poisonous juices, and force them to attack the outside troops. The sucker sergeant got stabbed in his chest, splashing the poison all over him, dropping dead as the sounds of soldiers screaming in horror, and Skold doesn’t care that their crimson blood splattered him. 

I must lock down the buildings. To make sure those vermin will not escape from me. 

He twirls his finger in the air, magnetic, the metallic doors to lock tighter, preventing anyone inside the building from opening them, as the vines instantly kill more and more soldiers around him. In front of him is an empty wide door. Skold has accidentally bumped his head. Annoyed to remember Hell’s gates are too low for Na’vi to fit through. “Unh. I forgot the doors of the camp are so low for Na’vi or Avatars.” He rubs his brow. Carefully, Skold ducks his head down, walking through the barrier wall between oxyen air and Pandora air, he grabs the ladle, rips it apart as the pandora air have flow through the interior buildings, causing the alarm to let the soldiers know there is poisonous air kicks in, they are panicking to grab their Exo-masks, but Skold have speed up to rips the wall of masks off, soldiers are stunned to see how fast he reaches their precious, valuable, and useful tools for survival. Skold put his finger up, making a signature for “no”, one by one, they are falling like flies; however, the other soldiers who managed to grab their masks, weapons, and even anything to stop the intruder. At the communication center, the heart of Hell’s gates, soldiers are scrambling to call the reinforcements. “Did you get through the bridgehead city?” Captain asks his soldier who panicking to get the transmission through the city or the ships in space. “Nothing, Sir! We tried everything to call for backup from the city or the ISV.  Including Earth! It’s like…..this Skold prevented us from calling for help.” He is astonished to learn Aesirs have unlimited abilities to call nature or forces of the elements. “How come we didn’t see or scan his presence?” The captain questioned for security guards who hadn’t seen him coming. Then, the bloodcurdling screams have alerted the squad of communications, hearing the gunshots echoing, out of the door, Skold steps in, covered in blood, almost stained his whole, smiling, and drags a man’s head with his spine on the floor. 

Oh. This is the place where Jake Sully revealed the map for them. How nice of him. 

Everyone in the room felt the ice chill down their spines as they saw him. They knew the Na’vi called their people the demons. But they have to look at Skold. He has appeared to be the devil. The captain of Secops had stepped in front of him, holding his gun at him, unshaken to face the boy, and spoke softly. “Why are you here?” He asks the teenager who ripped the man’s head from his body earlier. “Why am I here? What kind of question is that? Simple. I am here for retribution.” He flung the carcass at the wall. The sounds of whimpering, shuddering breaths, and the hold of their pistols on their legs. “Retribution? Bullshit. We are here for the good of our Earth and RDA. All we have to do…. colonize the blue-faced monkeys. So are your people.” He kept his pistol with him. The weapon isn’t an ordinary gun. It has a poison dart. Designed to kill Na’vi with the same flower that traumatized Jake Sully fifteen years ago after the war. Skold begins to laugh louder. He couldn’t shake his head. Unable to hold his breath. “You are really stupid, human, aren’t you? Heh.” He wipes his tears off his bloodied cheeks. Out of place, Skold grabs his neck, lifts him in the air, choking, the soldiers are jolted back to see him easily lift a full-grown adult male. “For the greater good of Earth? Don’t be risible. The Humans are the ones punished on Earth. With chemicals, power, greed, and destruction. Those were the consequences that affect the planet. I refuse to let Pandora do the same.” Swiftly, he snapped his neck. A sound that terrified the squad around them. 

Now….where are the traitors? Oh yes. The prison cells. 

Somewhere in the base, Skold has killed more humans on his way, breaks the door open, and sees the traitors and their families. In the corner of his eye, Skold gives a frown to the very man in the last cell, clicking his fangs, throws the door hard to scare them all, speeds up, slams the glass wall, and pries on his appearance. “Nash….McCosker. So, you are alive.” He chuckles. Nash, once an RDA mine worker, had betrayed Jake Sully a year ago for an amnesty offer, couldn’t believe his eyes to see a recognizable face, and spoke an old name out of his mouth. “Spider?” Quiver his lips. In the great speed of lightning, Skold scattered the entire glass of his cell, yanked Nash to the floor, pinned him down like an animal, and stomped his leg to fracture the bone. Nash gave a painful scream that caused the prisoners to stand on the wall. “Spider? I hate to be the bearer of the news….Spider was my avatar, and you….I saw everything through his eyes. The endless insults. Abrasion bruises. Mocking him for being a Na’vi wanna be.” He grabs his face. Nash hissed through his pain. He stares at him. He has the face of Spider. But the appearance doesn’t fit humans or Na’vi. “W-What are you?” He whispers to the boy. Skold places his fingers into his mouth, gagging, smiling, and violently rips his entire mandible jaw. The prisoners are startled in horror. His wife, Mary, gave a banshee scream when to witnessed her husband being instantly killed by the boy she thought was raising him. Then, Skold lifts the mandible with flesh, starts to eat its skin, muscles, slurping the blood down his throat, and crawls to her. “Boo boo, Mary. He deserves it, ya know.” He continues to eat the rest of his jaw. Mary starts to hit the glass. “You murdered him!” Furious as she kept slamming her hands on the wall. Skold doesn’t smile or laugh as he watches her pounding the cell. “Hmph. I know you all desired to return home….But I will not allow you all to leave.” He took a big breath, exhaling a huge vortex of flames all over the cells, and prisoners and their children were screaming in pain. 

I don’t understand why you humans have to choose a side. In the end, there is no forgiveness. And Nash….He will rot in hell. 

As the eclipse is still nighttime, Hell’s Gates is no longer a home for RDA or hell camp, only a place of no return. Skold have smear the blood of the damned with a symbol of Aesirs. A warning to High Camp or RDA. Back in the communication room, he decided to make a quick video for General Ardmore. One click on the hologram keyboard. A live stream has begun. “Hello, RDA. My name is Skold. Son of Aesirs. I am afraid Hell’s gates won’t be your problem anymore. I had killed every single soldier. So are the prisoners and their families. As for you, Ardmore, you have no right to build a fucking city on pandora. For what? Unobtanium or something personal? Jake Sully is my father’s problem. Only he can punish him in the name of the Gods. Not just him. The High Camp will be punished too. Avatars and humans. Before I signed this off, I want you to remember this….I don’t care if you wish to win a war against them. If you cross the line against the people I care the most….We will be waiting in the shadows. To kill every last human on Pandora. Including the resistance. *smiles* One day….We can destroy Earth. If that could happen. Have a nice night, Ardmore. Ciao.” 

There. If Ardmore or High Camp sees the message, that is good enough for them to think I’m bluffing. Speaking of Jake….There is one place I have to visit. 

Far away from Hell’s gates, Skold has found the very tree where Jake Sully buried his human body, notices his grave is surrounded by flowers, disgusted to see Eywa chose the wrong man to become Toruk Makto, he puncture the ground, yank the entire skeleton of Jake’s human self, entangled with vines, rotting clothes that melt away, and stares at his skull. White. Dirtied. And empty. “You should cremated your body. Instead, you chose to bury your body in the sacred ground of Eywa. The living moon.” He grip the skull, crush it apart, drop his entire fragile bones into pieces, and leaves it in the hollow ground. Skold spit acid out of his throat, melting the bones, listening to the sound of hissing, slowly, it is gone. “Eywa, I know you had chose him to be your champion. But Spider doesn’t deserve this man. To be the father he has always dream. That night, Jake chose to abandon him in the hands of RDA. His mortal enemies. Eywa….He was suffering. Alone. Forgotten. I know I have to ruin his burial ground. In my heart, I have no sympathy for him. Or forgive his poorly decisions that cost everything. Eywa, I am not judging you. We loved your world as we loved ours. So, please understand my words….I have no sympathy for your champion.” He took a slow breath. Place his hand on his heart. 

I know she is listening….Just like gods, she doesn’t choose a side. She loved them all, no matter if they are Na’vi or humans. 

Behind him, Skold sees the beautiful sunrise, a new day has came arrrived, he noticed his body is smeared in blood, holds the clean mandible jaw of Nash, quickly, he warps all the humans’ blood off him, transforms their blood into beads, wrap it around his neck, a new necklace, a trophy decoration, and adds his jaw to its beads. 

Perfect. A new jewel of my mortals’ blood and the jaw. They symbolizes of life and deceive. A warning to humans who see it. Now, I must return to Tau’nui clan for recuperation. 

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Mother's love to Wisdom one

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More High Ground Au

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On the horizon of the Eastern seas of the Three Brother Rock, in the middle of the shallow waters, kids are huddled by the rogue Tulkan, defenseless, alone, on the other hand, Neteyam, eager to climb on his ilu, pulling the rope to grip on the tracker harpoon, shouting to his age-close friends for seeking shelter, as everyone has submerged, but it was too late. The RDA has found them. Across the beds of the coral reef, Neteyam is speeding up, holding on to the very object in his hand, knowing the RDA Naval squad will seek him instead of Payakan, or his body. Further to prevent the RDA from searching for his friends and siblings, a flying object has been projectile into the water, creating a small explosion, almost distortation him and ilu, unable to give up, knowing Quaritch and the squad are circling him. They did not sense a barrier to keep them in the middle of the hunt. Someone is waiting for a moment to arrive. I better drop this before they sense something’s off—He thought in his mind. Before he takes off to the deeper floor of the coral reef, turns around, and sees a hand reaching for him, so fast, hard to see whoever grabs his neck, and pulls him into the sky so far away. 

Somewhere on the beach shores near the island, Neteyam has been thrown violently into the sand, shaking the sand off his face, doesn’t see a shadow who has split into two, rubs it off quickly, grabs his knife, realizes the knife isn’t in his health, open the golden eyes, and look at the enemy. “I surrender—“ He speaks in English to make sure the RDA won’t kill him, his voice is silenced, stunned to see a face he hasn’t seen in seven months, his jaw drops in surprise, and stares at him closely. “S-Spider”? He shudders his breath. In front of his eyes, Spider has changed a lot. Literal. An epic transformation. The eldest of the Sully family squints his eyes to take a closer look. Realizing Spider isn’t human. But something else. He has short hair, tiny braids, pointed ears, sharper than his ears, no longer the skin of olive tan, now, pale in white, like the shells, covered in tribal tattoos, thicker than Metkayina’s traditional tattoos, wearing a bead necklace, drenched in bright red, and scans down further to see a human jaw mandible. Decorated like a war trophy. He has a freshly made loincloth. No longer the plain brown and tattered. It is blue. Dark as the night. Precisely stitching embroidery that symbolizes the stars and the sea. Around his waist, Neteyam couldn’t believe it. A long song-chord, more vibrant, joy, and love. Not just the chord. Spider has two large daggers, white, and sharp, and Neteyam has no idea what they are made from. “Sully.” Twitches to hear his voice has also changed. The voice of Spider is still the same. But the sounds of his throat are older, odd accent, and senses anger that boils him. “Spider! You—You….No mask. Your outfit….and what are you?” He kept pacing his eyes to see his appearance. Unable to carry so many questions in his mind, Neteyam has forgotten he has no weapon to defend himself, notices Spider is holding on to his knife, stares at it, scowls, baring his fangs, and throws it into the sand. “The scent of Omaticaya disgusts me…..and my name is Skold. I am Aesir. Spider was my avatar.” A broken sentence sent a wave of truth and pain into Neteyam’s ears. “What? W-What did you mean—“ Before he answers, Skold speeds up, yanks his braid up in the air, floating to the sky, Neteyam screechs in pain, and opens his eyes widely, shocked to see a such familiar view when he used to fly on his Ikran, and sees there is no Ikran or machine to fly them. For the first time in his entire life, Neteyam is shocked to see Skold levitating. Just like the stories from Mo’at. “Spider Socorro was my Avatar. And he died bravely to prevent the Tau’nui clan from being massacred by the vermin—I mean, the RDA.” Jolted to hear the word, Died. Neteyam looks up to his eyes. No longer white with soft brown eyes. Deep in his eyes, Skold is telling the truth without saying a word or making a face of sorrow. “Then, I came back. I had been waiting for ten years since I lost my memories. But I saw everything.” A mix of animal growling and Na’vi hissing. A bad sign to sense the anger isn’t gone. “How dare your father would do this to a child? How dare your filthy mother torment him with threats? And how dare your clan ostracize him? Spider did nothing wrong. The only criminals were Quaritch, Parker, and your father.” 

He places his hand on his left pec. Neteyam doesn’t know how dangerous or powerful the Aesirs. When he was pre-teen, old enough to hear the darker side of Aesirs in Mo’at stories. He recalled the time when she told him about humans being sent back to Earth, Jake and his resistance don’t know other humans who have escaped from them and have been hunted by Aesirs. Like they were rabbits in the mouths of the wolves. A twinge of pain snaps his thoughts to remember his childhood life in the Omaticaya clan. Neteyam looks down on his pec, noticing Skold has sprouted black claws embedded into his flesh, slowly, scratching, with nothing to stand or escape from him is a prison in the sky, whimpering, and staring at his face. “I will give you a mark….To remind you that you are not a powerful warrior. You are acting as a Kamikaze warrior. And you failed to preserve your path as true Na’vi.” A wave of blood spurting as he removed his fingers off his pec, Neteyam screamed in pain, for seconds, Skold dropped him into the air, terrifying the teen, placed his fingers on his bloodied wound, looked up to see him, not a sign of regret or remorse for him, frightened for his life, and remembered Mo’at words. “Listen, my little Fklio, if you see the Aesirs mark on Na’vi, you need to learn the lesson….Submit to them and they will aid you. Don’t say a word until they speak first. And I know it is scary to imagine how furious they became. Trust me, my little hunter, I don’t want you to fall into the same situation as your father did.” The words of his grandmother have jolted his memory lane. “I surrendered! Please! I cannot die! Not now! Not ever!” He can feel the layers of the sky getting shorter to the ocean. Fearing the surface seas can break his bones, and instantly kill him, Neteyam closes his eyes, hoping to embrace Eywa and Death. All of a sudden, Skold swoops down and throws him to the sand. “

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Shocked, reunited, and species.

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