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Bro some of the shit y’all are saying about my fic is super cute thank you, it’s my birthday Monday, so I’m spending the weekend with my partner and I go back to uni next week too so, I’ll be a lot busier but i will keep writing, also feel free to send me any like, requests or whatever you fancy reading and I’ll try to do them!

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Semper Fi P3

[I got some lore things wrong in the other parts, I corrected the fics, but the tsaheylu is the bond the na'vi make when they connect their queue/kurus] i am also making shit up still, no real plan for this yet. sorry there isn't much miles content in this one, I been super busy lately!

Na'vi Quaritch x Fem Na'vi Reader (former RDA)

P1, P2

(1,939 words)

TW - mention of injury

anything in blue is spoken in Na'vi!

[still slow burn, memory loss trope? (hardly), i can fix him trope, p.s there will 100% be smut in this series, we just like a slow burn over here ok, its also probably a little ooc because i am not a writer and am trying my best to write big papa Q]

taglist: @gremlinfuck, @perseny , @gayschlatt69 , @ame1020 , @opwolfe

Your walk back to where your Clan has settled mainly consisted of you debating how and when to mention the saving of your five-fingered comrade—the safety of your people was far more critical than anything else and if there was one stray RDA soldier, there might be more. 

You remembered to collect the correct herbs for the healer Euatx to replenish your medical supplies. You also ensured to keep watch for anyone following you in case your interaction with Miles was one elaborate set-up.

The rain had let up while you were still sheltered, so you didn't have to worry about getting wet again. You thought to yourself how you should tell Uväeyni Olo'eyktan -the clan leader- about Miles. Not only would you face the judgment of true born na'vi but also the 'ongokx na'vi. The scientists would not be happy with the saving of an RDA soldier, even if Eywa chose to intervene. It was not their choice, though. The final say would be Tsahìk Zofa as it was a spiritual matter. 

It didn't take long to return to the place your Clan called home. You had vacated the idea of your past hometree and now lived in a dense woodland area where your Clan had made a home within the branches, among the roots and a few huts. It was smaller than your previous home, but it had a charm hometree didn't. 

You greeted the people as you entered, heading to the provisions hut to drop off your catch, then walk to Euatx, who had made their home in the base of a tree. You had a close bond with Eutax due to your many early brushes with death when you were fresh in your avatar before learning the ways of the Na'vi people. You place your hand to your forehead when seeing Eutax "Oel Ngati Kameie" -I see you-and, she returns the sentiment. She sees your collection of herbs and says to you in the Na'vi language. "You have run out so soon (y/n)? Did you get into a fight with a Thantor?" Her ears roll back, and her teeth show as she grins wide at her chide. You roll your eyes in return and set the ingredients down on a little table. You look around, grab her arm, and pull her in, "No sister, I found a skywalker," you whisper back, and she pulls back, shocked. "And you did not kill it?" she asks, more out of curiosity than anger. Eutax always had a fascination with the sky people, much to her Clan's dismay. You two would secretly get together and talk about what it was like being human and tell her what you could about Earth and human customs. Occasionally, when you two went out together, you would take her to your secret waterfall cave and share with her a music player you had hidden away with some of your favourite artists. It was this fancy one you were given when working at the RDA, it didn't need any power to play, but you only had a limited amount of songs since you stopped working for them.

You begin to walk out of her tree home and shrug. "It is a matter for Tsahìk."  You make your way to the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk, with Eutax following behind, most likely to hear what they say. They were mated and often not too far from each other. They were in the heart of the Clan, the base of the largest tree in the forest, where most official matters were handled. 

"Oel Ngati Kameie Olo'eyktan, Tsahìk", you introduced, greeting with the following hand gesture. "An important matter must be discussed. While fishing, I saw one of the sky people in a body much like mine." you motion to your RDA property and Recom tattoos. "He was alone and injured. I was to kill him, but atokirina' appeared, and Eywa intervened. I kept him alive, but the matter should be up to Tsahìk." you finish, respectfully tipping your head towards her. 

"You could bring danger here. What if he followed you?" Uväeyni -Olo'eyktan- said in a firey tone. "He did not, sir, he was in no position to walk, and I was weary of being followed. I came here alone, I would not endanger the Clan." You resented the implication you would cause harm to the people you loved, but Uväeyni was the most suspicious of the sky people, for understandable reasons too, but you were Na'vi now, and you would never risk the Clan. 

The Tsahìk hissed, commanding attention from us both, "As (y/n) said, this is a matter for Tsahìk. It is not common for Eywa to intervene." Zofa pauses, thinking about what to say, "You will heal him and bring him here for trial. While you aid his recovery, you shall learn if he is fit for our ways." 

You bow your head respectfully. "And if he is not?" Uväeyni responds, "Then you will bring him here, and he will die."

"Yessir, Ma'am, thank you for your time," You say, leaving the meeting area. Eutax immediately runs to you and begs to see him, "Please, please, PLEASE! I can heal him, oh please I have yet to see a sky person, outside of 'ongokx."

A deep laugh rumbles from your chest. "Alright, okay, you can come, but he could be dangerous, Eutax. You must know this, he may be injured but he could still try to hurt us." 

She lets out a little squeal in excitement, her ears pulling back and her teeth showing as she grins wide. Her tail is whipping around behind her.

"Bring some healing supplies. We leave in the morning." you say as she runs away. 

You walk towards your bed, a snonivi -hammock- hanging from the trees, among other 'ongokx. They would be all over you if they heard the news. If you wake up early, you could be lucky enough to avoid being interrogated by them about the soldier. You smile at John as you climb into your snonivi, closing yourself off to the world. 

The day's stress sits heavy on you, and you're asleep within minutes. Dreaming after connecting with Eywa was so much more intense. You dreamt of Miles, around his neck was a heavy metal collar, chain-linked lead heading into darkness. He was on his knees, and he looked pained. The chain link pulls, and so does Miles, disappearing into the darkness. 

You wake startled. You shook off the dream and began preparing for the events ahead. It was early enough that you didn't have to interact with anyone. You grabbed your sling pack, the wicker basket you use to ferry fish, and ensured your knife was secured tightly. Eutax was ready and waiting, not to your surprise. 

The walk to the waterfall took some time, but it was pleasant. You filled Eutax in on all the information you had gathered from your short time with Miles. It wasn't much, but you wanted her to be prepared. Fighting wasn't her strongest skill, so you wanted to ensure she had all the information. You also warned her he might not even be there still. She was mostly just excited to be seeing a sky person.

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You asked for Etuax to wait before entering the inside of the waterfall. You wanted to make sure it was safe for both of them. You felt some apprehension, wondering if Miles took his chance out in the forest, risking his life rather than waiting for your return. But as you ducked under the curtain of water, there he was. Nurra berries scattered around him, back to you, kneeling on some blankets you had stored here. You look over him briefly, he had washed the combination of medicine and dried blood off his wounds, but they seemed somewhat unhealthy. Miles also had headphones over his smaller-than-most ears. 

The cheek of this man, to be in your space for less than a whole day, and he is already rifling through your stuff. You walk behind him, casting a shadow over him, causing him to turn around to face you. His ears fold backwards, and a slight smile pulls at his lips. "And here I thought you were gonna leave me here to starve Cupcake!" his southern drawl rumbles from his lips. 

You scoff and gesture to the mess of berries on the floor, "Starving doesn't seem to look like it's an issue for you babycakes", you retort with a similar nickname. Miles smirks at your eagerness to shoot back at him and opens his mouth to respond, but you speak before he can. "I have brought a healer, your wounds need tending to. She is...eager to meet you. If you try anything, I will tie you up and let the animals in the forest feast on you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" he says back, briefly trying to reposition himself, wincing at an injury on his stomach. The tips of your ears flush slightly at the implication. "Also!" you say, snatching the headphones from his head, "Don't go through my stuff."

"Hey!" he begins to protest, but you interrupt him again with a high-pitched chirping noise to signal Etuax to enter. 

She barges through the water, sling full of all sorts of medical items. A grin plastered wide on her face, walking at a pace or two faster than usual. She sounds out the words slowly, "Hell-ooo." Miles looks at you, confused, but you just have an amused look on your face. You place a hand on your knife if the injured man tries anything. "My name is Etuax," she says, accent thick and heavy, moving towards him. "Hello there, ma'am. I hear you've come to help me," he responds, hands on his torso. 

The next few hours consist of you watching Etuax work her magic, applying leaf wraps and medical goop on Miles as she tries to ask him far too many questions for the man to keep up with. In one instance, she frustratingly smacked him on the head when he couldn't pronounce her name right. "Etouix", he tried, "Etuax! Et-u-ax!" she whined back in frustration. "That's what I said?" then the aforementioned head smack came quickly. He looked so offended, his ears low and mouth slightly agape, he looked at you for help, but you shrugged and let out a little laugh at his expense. Miles did his best to answer the questions she asked, but her English could have been better, and you thought Miles spoke no Na'vi, so you interjected sometimes when their conversation went nowhere. It got to a point where you all had been in the cove for hours, and hunger started to call to you all. You made sure Etuax was okay with being alone with Miles, which she was, and you went to go catch some fish. 

It surprised you how easily Miles adapted to the discussion with Etuax, she held herself with so much excitement and curiosity, much like a child, and it didn't seem to bother him from what you could read from his body language. You thought hard while catching fish, if Miles had the capacity to become 'ongokx if he could learn the na'vi ways and leave the RDA behind. You did, and so did many of your other former RDA brothers and sisters, so why couldn't Miles? A memory of your dream floats to the forefront of your mind, and you try to shake a feeling that sits deep in your gut. 

You think to yourself the only way you will find out is by trying. 

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Semper Fi P2

Again, I'm not really a writer, and I have no idea where this is going so I'm just making shit up as I go. If you have any ideas feel free to tell me, I'll see if I like them.

I hope you enjoy! I have no idea what im doing!!!

Na'vi Quaritch x Fem Na'vi Reader (former RDA)

P1

(1,886 words)

[still slow burn, memory loss trope? (hardly), i can fix him trope]

taglist: @gremlinfuck

It has been a couple of hours since you dragged him into your little cave. While he has been recovering, you went to get some fish for your people, you still had a job to do after all, and you weren't going to let some RDA soldier get in the way of that. 

You caught more than enough, thanking Eywa for the food she provides and appreciating the sacrifice the fish make to sustain the body of the people. You make a note, once finished, to pick some herbs and flowers for Euatx -the Clan's healer- to make more medicine for your stockpile. Hopefully, she won't ask where it all went. 

You haven't thought much about what to do with the injured avatar you unceremoniously rescued. Even with Eywa's interference, you know the Clan will have difficulty accepting a dream walker. Outside the true-born Na'vi in your Clan, you think the 'ongokx -born again- Na'vi members would be less than happy to have 'another' trigger-happy moron running around.

You walked back into your cove. The man, Miles, is still unconscious. You began to strip some fish in preparation to make niktsyey - food wraps -you imagine it had been some time since he had eaten anything, and he needed strength to aid in his recovery. You have looked at him intently while he has been out. You have pieced together that he is the by-product of the Recom programme that permanently integrated you into your avatar. You saw a patch attached to his ripped-up cargo pants, a callsign from the project, you have an earlier design tattooed on the inside of your wrist alongside an RDA property sign. It brought you great shame, and you have thought about covering it up.

The faster he recovers, the faster he leaves, and the quicker you can move past this momentary indiscretion. You place a niktsyey in front of Miles and inspect him while eating the wrap you prepared for yourself. His mouth hung agape, only slightly, and you could see his teeth, he only had one set of canines, which came as a surprise to you. You absent-mindedly run your tongue over your own teeth feeling your own double canines. He must be fresh off the tank, you think to yourself. Although avatars have human and na'vi physiology, sometimes the avatar body changes over the time spent in Pandora, primarily when utilised in the way the Na'vi did. You probably felt the changes in your teeth six months into your tour.

You look from his teeth to his hair, inspecting his buzzed head. He really needed to rebraid his hair around his kuru, leaving it vulnerable like that was such a foolish thing. He has no idea of the importance of this, your ears slant back, walking around in a body he does not respect. Breath comes heavy from your nose, biting back the urge to hiss at the man and his stupidity. You had taken off his shirt while applying the medicine to his chest, you can see it has hardened and scabbed together with his blood, it needs cleaning before wrapping to prevent infection. Your eyes shift to the Eagle tattooed onto his arm, and your eyes roll hard, this man is a marine through and through, whether he knows it or not. As you run your hand over your face, your tail swinging anxiously behind you, you know your work is cut out for you. Eywa, what am I doing?

Sighing, you stand, finish your wrap, and kick him on his boot with your shoeless foot. He moves restlessly but does not wake. You do it again, harder, and his eyes shoot open. You hadn't noticed before, but they were green? Most Na'vi you had seen had eye colours ranging from yellow to orange, green was definitely new. 

His ears bent back, anger and fear fought for dominance on his face, he opens his mouth and hisses at you, clearly unsure of how he got here or what he should do. 

A laugh booms from your chest, deep and slow, "Now now, Miles", his name draws from your mouth slow and deliberate, "Is this anyway to treat your rescuer?" you lazily gesture towards the food you prepared him, "Eat, you are weak." you spoke with a commanding tone. 

He looks down at the niktsyey and apprehensively grabs the food. He looks between you and the food suspiciously. You smirk again, throwing your hands up in a calming signal and kneeling to his level, "Listen, pal, I found you, face down, ass up. I brought you here into my safe space, you've been passed out for hours with your shirt off and your kuru unprotected." You jab towards your own Tsaheylu to drive the point home. One of the things you enjoyed about the Na'vi people is how easy it was to read them; their emotions are plastered all over their body language, ear and tail movement being the easiest to read. He is taking in the information. You watch him as you speak. He is looking around, probably assessing the threat level right now. His face is steely, but his tail swings in a disorderly manner. 

"If I wanted you dead, trust me, you would be dead. Now please, Miles, eat," you finished your sentence off softer in tone. You worried speaking to him as though he was less than you would grate on him, male marines often had some major ego issues, regardless if he is genuine in his laps in memory, people don't forget your nature. 

Miles takes a beat before slowly moving the wrap to his mouth. You watch as he slowly places the leaf in his mouth and tenderly takes a bite, ripping through the leaf and exposing the flesh of the fish you caught. His eyes shut, and he lets out a little moan. The tips of your ears perk and flush slightly, and a smile tugs at your mouth. He devours the wrap quickly after that.

"Do..." he finally speaks, "Do you have any more?" you grin, genuine and wide. "It will take me a moment but I can make you another.".

You two share silence as you grab more fish from a woven basket. He watches you intently as you work, filleting the meat from the bone and, with care wrapping it in a sizeable edible leaf and holding it together with a vine. You steal looks at him as you're working, wondering what he is thinking. You imagine he is confused and untrusting of you, so you give him the time he needs with only the ambient sounds of the waterfall. 

By the time he speaks, you have made two extra food wraps, "How d'you know my name?" You nod and gesture towards his tags, and he looks down, examining them, "Do you remember anything? Like at all?" he is still looking down at his tags, you choose not to push further and pass him the niktsyey you made up for him. Time passes as he looks at his tags, thumbing them slowly, flipping them over, clearly mulling something over in his head. You watch intently as he tries to put the pieces together, his face doesn't change much in his expression, and you can see his ears move occasionally, they don't give too much away, but you try to note any changes to the rest of his body when it happens. 

"I can remember bits and pieces," Miles says slowly, "I just don't understand them. Some things seem to...conflict with each other." He reaches for the food wrap letting go of the chain.

"I remember water, and...and fire? It feels like someone poured tequila down my throat. And a kid? I remember a kid he's screaming, and there's blue lights...but I'm not happy about it."

He is following a thread and desperately trying to unpick it. You decide to not say anything. It is wise to hold off judgment of what he is saying, and you eagerly await his following words.

"I remember a dragon...I think I was flying?" An Ikran? You immediately perk up at that, how did an RDA soldier learn to fly an Ikran? Miles takes note of your reaction to that, and you curse your Na'vi body for failing to maintain any semblance of a 'poker face'. He is talking with his mouth full, "I'm a soldier, I remember a squad. And I remember you, you were shouting at me, waving your little toothpick around before changing your mind. I know you're not a native too." He lifts his hand, wiggling his five fingers and gesturing to your own. He grins wide, showing the chewed-up food in his mouth. You sneer, he is well enough to regain whatever patronising Jarhead personality he lost when he was whimpering on his knees earlier, you think. "Tell me about the dragon. You clearly know what it is I am talking about, I saw your expression on that pretty face of yours." he asks, shoving the last of his wrap in his mouth.

"Don't tell me what to do skxawng," His ears perk up at your use of Na'vi. "There are no RDA soliders around here. You are a dog who does the bidding of anyone above you who tells you what to do. They say jump, and you say how high. I didn't need to help you, I could have left you there to die. You are reckless, and you move with no respect to the body you have hijacked, you try to go out there on your own, and the forest will flay you alive." 

He looks slightly offended and confused, "Hijacked? This is all me, baby. Besides, I'm not the only one hijacking" He points a long finger at the tattoo on your wrist, and you hiss in response. "If you didn't need to help me, why do it? Why not leave my sorry ass...face down, ass up?" he finishes the sentence slowly, southern drawl almost mocking as he bares his teeth and pulls his ears back at the inquiry. 

You pause, thinking about what to say, you stand in frustration. "Eywa sees more than you or I could ever understand, and she chose to intervene in your death. Who am I to deny her of her wish? You might be well enough to shit-talk me, Miles, but you're weak. If you go out there in your condition, you won't make it far. I have duties. You need to clean your wounds and wrap them." You start moving to collect your belongings. "Leave here and die, or stay and don't. I do not care." 

Only the sounds of your feet and the soothing rumble of the waterfall hang in the air as an almost awkward silence passes between you as you grab your sling pack and the woven basket of fish and start to make your way out. You hear Miles clear his throat, and you stop moving, "You'll... You'll be back, right?" a quiet question rings out. Your back is turned to him, a small smile graces your lips, "I'll be back, Miles." you walk forward again. "Hey!" you turn back to look this time, "What should I call you?" 

"Y/N", you call back as you walk through the curtain of water. 

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I promise I’m writing it, just got Covid and hanging out with my partner, tryna come up with some ideas too

btw for those that followed me, I’m writing p2 now to semper fi

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ill be nice. once.

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i may or may not be having a moment about quaritch

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btw for those that followed me, I’m writing p2 now to semper fi

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Bro my partner knows 😰

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Semper Fi

I am not a writer by any means, but I just had this idea, and I couldn't get it out of my head.

This takes place after the end of Avatar 2 so expect spoilers. I am 100% just gonna make shit up here, hope that's ok. idk where this is going, I have covid and ItS 4:21 am, but here you GO I have NOT READ THIS SO IM SORRy FOR MISTAKES OK

This WILL be multiple parts if ya want

Also sorry for the info dump at the beginning but really am not a writer and wanted to provide some context ok

Na'vi Quaritch x Fem Na'vi Reader (former RDA)

(1,896 words)

Some tags ig

[slow burn, like the slowest of burns ok?, memory loss trope, i can fix him trope]

[warning - blood mention]

You have been sneaking through the forest, entertaining yourself, bounding from tree to tree, sent out on a hunting mission along with a few others. You split up a while earlier to spread the load more evenly. Hunting has never really been your strong suit, you preferred blades to bows, and you're larger than most na'vi women, leaving you a little less agile. You knew it had something to do with the human physiology you used to have. You took pride in your strength, and being in the military gave you a purpose...for a time at least. You mostly worked with scientists, working escorts and the like; you were basically a glorified chauffeur, and when the RDA came to Pandora with the promise of new life and new land, and you being a solid 20-year-old marine, you did what you do best. 

You were assigned a role on the AVTR team working on a separate subsection; you didn't fully understand what they were doing or why, but it had something to do with integrating the humans and the Avatars, removing the need for the linkbeds altogether. This idea was the beginning of something they called the Recom project. The work was a success and a small group of humans fully integrated into their Na'vi counterparts. You were one of the first ones they tried the experiment on. Being the muscle, the risk of you dying would have little effect on anyone. You were happy to oblige; you preferred being in your avatar body. 

Your time in Pandora was a complex one. While protecting the scientists, you fell in love with the planet, the culture, and the people. As you spent time in Pandora with the scientists, you lived among the Anurai Clan. Renowned for their artisans and craftsmen. It went against everything the RDA said, the people weren't savages, their planet was beautiful, and their connection to Eywa was sacred. You kept this to yourself for a while. Being the property of the RDA, you knew not everyone would share your sentiments, but as time passed, you knew you were not the only one. When the war with the sky people began, you and over half of the scientists took the side of the Na'vi, and the rest went back to continue their Recom research. 

The war with the sky people and the Omaticaya clan is well known, but the effect on the Anurai clan was severe, almost wiping them out. Few true Anurai remained after, and you, as a united people, moved away from your home, settling somewhere new to find peace, knowing the RDA would eventually react.

The 17 years since have been a mixed bag. You had become good with crafting, knives were your speciality, but you also carved small sculptures in your spare time, usually making Thanators for members of the Clan. With it being their totem animal, you had numerous requests. And while RDA did respond, your focus was on helping the Anurai clan breathe life back into what they once were, and slowly the Clan has begun rebuilding. You did anything they asked, hunting, gathering but mostly fishing. 

That is the quest you had been sent on this eve. Although you were more significant in size than most, you had a stillness about you in the water, making you a pro and capturing the river fish. The walk was extensive, but you still enjoyed the physical exertion—a soldier trait you couldn't kick. One leg in front of the other, repetitive motion to keep your mind still. The view was spectacular, too, you didn't connect with Eywa often, but you felt her all around you as you travelled. 

You picked some Nurra berries while walking the route to your favourite part of the river. There were places closer to the Clan, but you liked to take the time to walk to your favourite spot. A home away from home, a small waterfall with a cave hidden beyond the water, the fish were more relaxed, and you had set up a little space in the cave with some things you preferred to keep private. 

As you throw some Nurra berries into your pack, your ears prick up. The forest shifts. It feels quiet, almost unnatural. You immediately slow, bend low, a unsheathe your knife. You move slowly, down to the ground, and deliberately to make little noise. 

That is when you hear it, groans, almost inaudible. They sound pained? Close by, off the path ahead. You move towards it, holding your knife to your chest; it is bigger than the average, handcrafted by yourself, your personal initiation to your Clan. The groans get louder, and you prepare for anything as you follow. You slowly push some flora out of the way, and you see...a man?

Shock grips your soul. You see an RDA avatar wearing military gear, completely ripped to shreds, blood-staining his green tank top. His face is towards the ground, and you can see his typical Jarhead haircut and his kuru, the hair around it dishevelled, showing his skin in unprotected areas. Your ears roll back, and you hiss in his direction. What is an RDA soldier doing out here?? The sound of your hiss stuns the man into movement, desperately turning, pushing himself off the ground, mud covering his face, turning to look. Fear tugged at his face, ears submissive and mouth agape. 

You leap towards him, knife at the ready, "What are you doing out here, soldier!?" you shout in English. He tries to push himself away from you, confusion painting his face. "I... I " you hear a deep drawl. With menacing intent, you begin to move closer, standing taller to assert your dominance. You were wearing some traditional Anurai garbs but opted for leggings which one would usually wear for riding, another human perk you hadn't shaken yet; the feeling of pants made you feel safer. The sky above you opens up, and you feel the wet drips on your body as you stand. The sound is roaring, and rain begins belting down to Pandora with heavy ferocity.

The man looked pathetic below you, scared, wet, and bleeding. He was helpless; he had no weapon you could discern and seemed desperate to get away from you. He is pushing himself away, digging into the wet ground to find traction.

"Answer me, kalweyaveng!" your voice boomed out, causing him to flinch, his tail swinging recklessly behind him. "I don't know!" He shouted in response, "I don't know where I am, I don't...I don't know how I got here. I can't .." your head tilts at his answer.

"You can't....? What is your name, soldier?"

"I don't..." the man looks scared and confused; he looks around, pulling himself further away from you. Your eyes widen, you take the risk and take your eyes off the man, looking around for any sign of backup. Was this some trick? You can see in your peripheral that he is trying to stand, and you turn your head to look. He is holding his midsection, the rain accentuates the crimson colour leaking from his fingers. 

Guilt pangs at you, this man acts like he doesn't know who he is, where he is or why he is here. And now he will die alone, scared in a place that is not his home. You lift your knife, ready to move toward him and take his life. He isn't even looking at you anymore, he is pushing himself off the ground, standing. As he stretches out before you, you can see he is exceptionally tall, his body holds muscles in a similar way to yours, not of the Na'vi living at home, all limbs and grace. He is dejected, almost accepting of his coming fate. So much needless death, you think to yourself, reluctance seeping from your being as you inch your way forward. 

That's when you see it, atokirina, a seed of the tree of souls. Not one, but two. Floating their way over to this strange man, in this madness, seemingly missing every torrential raindrop divebombing their way towards them.

Doubt and reluctance combined with this sign from Eywa were enough to sway you. If Eywa could accept you, why could it accept this man? You slide your knife back into its tstalsena. You take a breath, cautious, and say, "Semper fi", moving towards him, grabbing his arm and placing it over your shoulder and sharing his weight with you, "Come on stranger, let's get you out of this rain, I know a place not to far from here we can take shelter.". He winces, letting himself relax a little, putting more weight onto you. He is far more strung out than he let on, which you didn't think possible.

The two of you make your way to your safe space, unsure of what to do with the avatar yet. Better to take him away from the Clan for now and figure out what to do later. 

Supporting his weight was beginning to grow tiresome, but you can see your waterfall ahead, the rain is relentless, and you can feel the man shivering around you. You have shared silence on your journey here; his tiny breaths seem to grow weaker, and worry begins to sit in your stomach. You pull more of his weight onto you and walk faster. 

You pull him into the cave, walking underneath the waterfall, the water warmer than the rain, and you pass through. You place the man down, leaning him against the back wall of your cove, in front of the small fire pit already prepared. You take out your knife and begin striking the hilt onto a rock, trying to create the spark you need to warm your new five-fingered friend. 

An orange glow and the following warmth emit from the pit, and you start throwing on logs to generate more heat. You move to a pack with some different medicinal poultices and bring them over to the stranger. He seems to have passed out since placing him on the ground, he is weak and injured. You take what you have and do what you can, lifting off the dark green tank top and seeing the damage to his muscular chest. You smear the goop onto the open wounds on his body, and they are not severe, he will not die from these just yet. Due to your walk through the rain, his face is no longer muddy, and you can finally get a good view. He looks young, younger than you, maybe in his 20's? He is handsome, his short hair suits him well; short hair is something you do not often see among the Na'vi people as their hair often tells stories. He is cute, you think as you examine the damage to his face. He also has a burn on his neck, which you treat the best you can. You are not a healer, it is not your strong suit, and you a very quickly using up what medicine you have stashed away, you will have to ask Euatx for more when you go back. Around his neck, you see tags, you peer at them, hoping to get a glimpse of his name; the tags look damaged, and you only see one name.

"Huh. Hello Miles." 

//

Translation

kalweyaveng - son of a bitch

atokirina - woodsprite

tstalsena - knife sheath

[robertoarts]

Well, a last sketch of our favourite manwhore before 2022 ends. I HAD to draw that tiny waist and plump ass, such a hunk big boi.