#fire na'vi

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For my next series(?) I wanted to do one of a fire Na'vi! Reader, ik we have to wait until 2024(?) for the third movie but I can't help myself into thinking of a plot for a fic.

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ive been designing fire tribe na'vi on my twt

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Alignment: part four

Lo'ak x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

➴ Summary: Eywa finally hears Lo’ak’s pleas for her to bring his brother back but instead of a brother, Lo’ak receives howling winds with lashing rain and a warrior… who eats people?

➴ Warning:  brief mention of character description  e.g. height, age and features but it doesn’t impact the story, I will be bringing up height again I think but it’s not an important plot point

➴ Word count: 5.7k

➴ Note: Hiii, sorry this has taken so long to come out. I had been writing and rewriting this for I don’t know how long alongside work, moving house and being ill. Sorry for the wait. I’m not too sure if I even like this but this is the longest I’ve written so far.

This is how I imagine Ao’nung to look >>> I love it

I mentioned in the previous part that Lo’ak commented that y/n is taller up close. I imagine Lo’ak being about 8’2 and y/n being 8’5 (I made heights for everyone, minus the adults).

I got a message about how I personally imagine y/n, I didn’t start writing this with a final look for her in mind, so I created a pinterest to get ideas >>> if you wanna take a look

Feel free to comment or message me if you have any suggestions.

[three] [five]

Eight days. It has been eight days since y/n landed on Awa’atlu. Eight days with no updates from her father. She had been watching the skies for anything but just like the rest of Awa’atlu, the sky was calm. But to y/n it was unsettling.

She was becoming restless with the routine she had slipped into. Wake up, eat breakfast with Lo’ak, worry about her people, avoid Ronal and mend the breastplate. The latter seems to be the hardest because the Metkayina doesn’t have access to the same materials as those on the island. In all honesty, y/n did not need a saddle to return to her home, it was mainly for comfort. But when she thought of leaving, the burn in her chest told her to stay.

She had been thinking nonstop about what could’ve happened or what could be happening. Had her father found the two avatars and dealt with them? Had there been more casualties? If something extreme had happened, surely someone would fly out to find her? It wouldn’t be hard to track her down, considering Rìkxi had taken it upon himself to claim a corner of the island as his own. 

“Let’s do something today,” y/n suggested as Lo’ak walked into her marui with a bowl of fruit in his arms.

Lo’ak paused, sitting down, crossing his legs and putting the bowl next to him.

“Are you asking me on a date?” He smirked

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? Am I not your type?”

“I hate to say it, but you’re not. You’re a bit too young and you’re not tall enough.”

“My poor heart,” Lo’ak said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “I thought we had something special.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at his antics while she sat down opposite him, taking a large melon out of the basket and began cutting it into chunks.

“What should we do?” he chuckled, his hand waving over the basket before picking up a Yovo.

“What do you usually do?” Y/n questioned.

“Hmm well, I was thinking about going for a swim. You can come with. Do you know how?”

“I swim,” y/n replied.

“But are you any good?”

“I won’t drown.”

“Good enough for me,” Lo’ak took a bite of the Yovo fruit and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, I’m sure Kiri will swim with us. I can see if Ao’nung and Rotxo would be interested. Tsireya, maybe not, she has plans with some of her… Friends.”

“Friends?” Y/n picked up on how Lo’ak said the word with such disdain. “You don’t like these friends?”

“For the most part, they’re okay but there is one. His name’s K’aung, and he fishes with Ao’nung sometimes. He’s the worst. He used to bully Kiri a lot and now he follows Tsireya around, you’d think she has a second shadow. And I’m sure he watches my every move.”

“Maybe he’s in love with you? You and Tsireya aren’t together, he may think he has a chance.”

Lo’ak’s face screwed up in absolute disgust at the idea.

“How could you say something so disgusting? He makes me feel ill.”

Just as Lo’ak planned during breakfast, the pair went swimming with Kiri, Ao’nung and Rotxo at midday. Kiri informed the group that Tuk wouldn't be joining them. They ran into Tsireya on their way to the ilu but as predicted, she was standing with other Metkayina teens, one boy staring Lo’ak down, y/n doing the same to him.

The ride away from the village went somewhat well. Ao’nung had been taking subtle jabs at y/n which did not go unnoticed by the girl, which led to her riding with him instead of Lo’ak which was the original plan.

“Y/n. Do you know how to swim?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

That seemed to be enough for Ao’nung because, in a split second, he spun around and pushed y/n off of his ilu with a smug smile on his face, which didn’t last long as y/n hand grabbed his bicep, dragging him down with her.

As the two resurfaced, y/n hit Ao’nung’s forehead muttering ‘skxawng’ under her breath before swimming to the closest rock formation with Lo’ak, Kiri and Rotxo following close behind her. Ao’nung rolled his eyes before joining the others. The group settled on the rock in a circle, y/n sat between Rotxo and Lo’ak, opposite Ao’nung.

“So, y/n, tell us about yourself. You have four fingers like these two.” Rotxo motioned to the Sully siblings, “Are your parents or were your parents, sky people too?”

“Sky people? No, a lot of my people have four fingers.”

“How?” Kiri questioned, eyes full of wonder.

“I’m not sure. My grandmother told me that this trait started to appear when she was a child, some think it was before that.” Y/n looked down at her hands and shrugged, “some think it is a punishment from Eywa, while some think it's a gift.”

“What do you think?” Lo’ak questioned, his voice sounding tense

“I haven't really thought about it, my uncle and younger brother are the same so it’s what I am used to.”

“Do you know why?” Ao’nung questioned, seemingly interested in the topic.

“Apparently, Sky people came to our shores in need of help. The old Olo'eyktans allowed them to stay on the smaller islands, in agreement that they wouldn’t interfere with the clans and in return, they were given food supplies and different resources to survive. But then, they started sneaking onto the large islands and into villages, stealing from us. When they were given a warning, they went against it and started using violence. It led to great battles, many islands were scorched, and the Olo'eyktans vowed there would be no survivors. But, there were sky people who didn’t participate in the battles. They lived amongst my people, helping build huts and weapons until they died. Their bodies burned and their ashes were buried beneath the spirit tree. A generation later, children were being born with four fingers and four toes.”

The group around y/n sat in silence taking in what they had heard. Out of all of them, Kiri seemed to be the most invested in the story. The idea of sky people existing on Pandora before her parents was fascinating.

“And… And do you believe that?” Kiri questioned in disbelief and amazement. 

“I’m sure there's some truth to it,” y/n started looking at the group around her, shrugging. “You never know.”

There was a moment of silence before Ao’nung cleared his throat, his eyes shifting between y/n and Lo’ak.

“You two seem close, even though you’ve only known each other for what? A week? You eat together every morning, Lo’ak comes back with nothing but good things to say. Are you two,” he waved his hands between the two in front of him “a couple?” His tone was accusatory.

“It’s not hard to make friends, you know. You should try it.” Lo’ak shot back rolling his eyes, “and y/n isn’t my type. A bit too tall and a bit old for me.”

Y/n nudged Lo’ak slightly, smiling at the memory of the conversation they had that morning.

“How old are you?” Rotxo questioned innocently.

“Eighteen.”

“Perfect for you, Ao’nung.”

“Shut it.” Ao’nung snapped back, a grimace on his face.

“You don’t have a chance bro,” Lo’ak added

“I said, shut up.”

Kiri rolled her eyes at the boys’ antics while offering y/n a smile which was returned.

The group finally settled down on the rocks, some lying down enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, until Lo’ak scrambled to his feet, hitting Kiri in the process.

“Hey! Watch it!” She screamed, swatting a hand at him but Lo’ak took no notice of it as he walked to the edge of the rock before diving over the edge. Y/n sat up as soon as the boy disappeared from her sight. No one seemed to be concerned. She walked to the edge of the rocks and looking down, she saw Lo’ak frantically moving his hands while perched on the edge of a tulkun fin. A tulkun, the only tulkun, she was familiar with. 

Payakan. 

Payakan’s large eye looked away from Lo’ak and up at y/n, making a sound that sounded similar to a greeting. 

“You know each other?”

“Kind of. Payakan spent a lot of time on our shores but then he just left. Nice to see he’s being taken care of over here.”

Y/n eased herself into the water, swimming over to the tulkun and pulled herself up to sit next to Lo’ak.

“The last time I heard anything about him, my brother was telling me that sky people were hunting him.”

At this omission, Payakan dropped his fin slightly, causing y/n and Lo’ak to be dunked into the water briefly.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Y/n coughed, “but that’s what I heard.”

Payakan made a clicking noise and looked away.

“You know about that?” Lo’ak questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Of course, a watcher from my village relaid the information and my brother told me.”

“A watcher? What do they do?”

“Watch? It’s in the name. They survey the skies, above the clouds and report back what they see.”

“What more did they say? What more do you know?”

Y/n paused to think, what more did she know? Her mind darted back to her dream behind the waterfall. It had been a recurring dream, but the ending was still the same.

“Nothing really. A huge fire. Some things washed up on our shores.”

“Right.” Lo’ak nodded. He didn’t look like he was convinced by y/n’s answer but accepted it anyway. He then turned back to Payakan, moving his hands before pointing at y/n.

“What are you saying?”

“Asking if he saw you did anything embarrassing as a child that I could use against you sometime.”

“Oh stop it.” Y/n laughed, putting her hand on the back of Lo’ak’s head, the action making the younger boy freeze at the familiar gesture

“Can I ask you something?” He questioned suddenly, his eyes almost pleading. The older girl nodded, giving him her full attention. This is something he had been curious about, he had heard the other villagers talk about it, trying to come up with their own conclusions. “What made you come here? I know there was a storm and everything but was coming here planned?”

“No,” the older girl responded without any hesitation, “I can’t say being a guest on these islands was a part of my plan.”

“So, why did you leave your people?”

“My father ordered it. I wasn't going to say no, it is my duty I guess.”

“Your father is Olo’eyktan? My dad was… Once. He gave that up to move here. Sometimes I wish he didn’t. I wish we didn’t leave the forest.” Lo’ak’s ears drooped at the thought of his home, his grandmother, his friends… Spider. Payakan made a noise that caused Lo’ak to perk up slightly, “but of course, coming here has been great. I just miss home.”

“You know you can always go back,” y/n started, “you don’t have to be here for the rest of your life.”

Lo’ak paused at her words, he had thought this too. He could not see himself staying in the village forever, he is a forest Na’vi after all, but he had begun to build a life here, the whole family has. He couldn’t leave. His family was here, his whole family. Sully’s stick together and no one can be left behind.

“Wait, we’re off topic. Why did your father order you to leave your people?”

“I was sent to look for someone. Well, two someone’s actually. They had been under close watch for two years, my father instructed that no one was to interact with them, without his permission and with good reason. Before I came, they managed to escape, people were hurt. From what I gathered from my dad. They’re dangerous. They do not have good intentions. So they’re to be found and brought back and then maybe they can be dealt with like how my father intended without the input of others trying to ‘keep the peace’.”

No, it can’t be. Lo’ak face filled with panic and his breath hitched.

“Do you… Do you know their names?” he questioned, hands curling into fists in his lap

Miles Quaritch. Lyle Wainfleet.

“I can’t say I remember.” She lied looking past Lo’ak, hoping he did not detect any hesitation, “Payakan, my old friend. If it’s not too much to ask, will you be able to pass a message on to my brother that I’m okay?” She asked with a smile, Lo’ak’s eyes on her.

“Your brother?”

“He has a specific spot, his thinking rock, Payakan knows it. He’ll pass on the message to my parents.”

The tulkun made a noise of agreement, before slowly lowering his fin, easing the Na’vi into the water before bidding the two goodbyes and swimming off.

“Why did he listen to you? He’s my spirit brother.”

“I’ve known him longer.”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes and splashed water in the older girl's direction.

Tuk skipped through the forest ahead of her parents, her fingers brushing against loose vines hanging beside her. Today, she was going to tend to the ikran while Lo’ak and Kiri were away. This is something she enjoyed, the forest here wasn’t the same, it wasn’t as dense or filled with the same creatures but it was pretty, it reminded her of home. 

Tuk’s skip turned into a jog as the greenery became more sparse and more light flooded in. 

“Tuk. Slow down please.” Her mother called 

“Yes, mum!” She replied, with no change in pace.

As she broke through the remaining trees, a grin appeared on her face at the familiar sight of her family’s ikran. The biggest reason why she enjoyed looking after them was that she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to have one of her own, so looking after them was the closest she could get.

Hearing her parents appear behind her, she started to move forward, greeting all the ikran individually as she made a beeline to the back of the nesting area the ikran’s made for themselves, looking for the ikran without a rider. Getting closer, she noticed the nest was empty.

Tuk spun around, looking at all the ikran, thinking she overlooked her favourite. But she could never. So she counted again and again.

One. Two. Three. Four… Where’s five?

In a panic, she ran forward, running into her father who was tending to Bob.

“He’s gone!” She shrieked, grabbing her father’s hand, “Seze’s gone!”

Jake looked down at his youngest daughter in confusion, gone? What does she mean by ‘gone’? The ikran hasn’t ‘gone’ anywhere in two years without a lot of bribing. Jake looked past all the ikran to see that Seze was in fact ‘gone’. The urgency in Tuk’s voice caught Neytiri’s attention. She passed her mate and daughter to go to Seze's nest, bending down and placing her hand on it. Maybe there will be some heat that’ll indicate how long he had been gone. With some relief, there was. It was still quite warm which told her they had just missed the creature’s take-off.

Just as she stood up, ready to join her family and calm her daughter, a rumble resonated through the air. It was a similar sound the whole village had heard over a week ago, Tuk was the first to run towards the sound, shaking out of fathers grasp. Without hesitation, he chased after her. Neytiri looked over the other ikran one last time before following.

Making it to the beach, the family was met with a sight they could never imagine. Seze, Neteyam’s lonely ikran, named after Neytiri’s companion who she lost in the war with the sky people, face to face with Rìkxi. Barely any space between them. The latter watched the ikran with fury in its eyes. Seze did not look nervous in the slightest, seeming to be standing his ground against the beast that was more than double his size and much, much stronger than him.

Rìkxi made a sound that sounded like he was taking a massive inhale of breath, his head lifting slightly. His mouth began to open, a rumble omitting from his chest.

“Enough!” A strong, unwavering voice echoed through the gathering crowd

In a flash, the Ash Na’vi their son had become fast friends with, stood between the two creatures confidently, holding her hand up to Rìkxi’s face. Rìkxi gave what seemed to be a final look at the ikran before obeying his rider’s silent command.

Y/n stood between her faithful companion and the unknown ikran, hands raised to show that there was no threat. The last thing she wanted was for Rìkxi to eat the poor creature. Rìkxi looked at the scene in front of him before lowering his head and shuffling back slightly. The ikran behind her nudged its head forward, knocking y/n’s back. The girl turned around to face the ikran, looking curiously as it nudged her again.

Not sure what to do, she looked off to the side where Lo’ak and Kiri had joined the group but kept a distance due to Rìkxi’s presence. Seeing that she wasn’t going to get any assistance, she tried shooing the creature away calmly but it didn’t budge. She looked at Rìkxi over her shoulder and jerked her head slightly up, telling him to return to his part of the island. With a huff, the large beast flapped his wings once, shooting off into the air, unsettling all the sand around them causing those closest to cover their eyes while y/n knew that this action was deliberate.

As Rìkxi left, an older Omatikaya man came forward, his hand holding a smaller child on his left and a woman on his right. Lo’ak and Kiri catching up behind them. The woman touched the ikran’s head, pulling its attention away from y/n, which the girl was very grateful for because was starting to feel uneasy.

The woman stroked the creature's face, before shooing it away. It made a small sound before taking off into the air. Neytiri turned, looking the girl up and down, her yellow eyes studying the girl before her for any signs of danger that could injure her family in any way. Lo’ak stood next to y/n, a smile on his face trying to ease any tension that he sensed.

“Y/n, this is my mother Neytiri and my father Jake Sully. Mum, Dad, this is my new best friend y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Lo’ak speaks very highly of you.” Neytiri greeted the girl after a moment's pause.

Lo’ak face seemed to flush a deep blue as his father nodded, also greeting the girl.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet the girl that has been keeping my son out of trouble.” Jake joked, raising an eyebrow at his son, asking him a silent question. Lo’ak’s head shook frantically from side to side. 

Y/n ignored the silent exchange and greeted both parents. Tuk looked up at the girl curiously before introducing herself.

“Hello! I’m Tuk! Your hair is really pretty.”

“It is lovely to meet you Tuk and yours is too!” Y/n smiled motioning to the white beads at the end of the young girl’s shoulder-length hair.

Looking over the youngest Sully’s head, y/n spotted Ronal in the distance. The Tsahik had spotted her and was making her way over, like a predator stalking her prey. Y/n flicked her wrist, her fingers brushing Lo’ak’s arm, the boy looked at her in confusion before following her line of sight.

“I should go and check on Rìkxi, make sure he hasn’t threatened anyone else.” She joked, itching to break away from the family as Ronal got closer.

“Right, yes. We don’t want that.” Lo’ak added stiffly. 

The girl rolled her eyes, bidding farewell to the family as she walked off hastily towards where Rìkxi should’ve hopefully settled. Just as she disappeared from everyone’s sight, Ronal joined the family, a hand on her hip.

“She’s fast.” The Tsahik commented, “Lo’ak, I will be eating breakfast with her tomorrow morning.”

Before Lo’ak could think of a reply, she walked off to join her mate, Tsireya and their youngest daughter.

The Sully’s made their way back to the marui in mostly silence. 

Jake and Neytiri walked in silence and they thought about what they had just witnessed. An ikran greeting another Na’vi it was not familiar with, willingly and refusing to leave?

The sight of the Ash Na’vi girl had taken Neytiri by surprise, there was an air of familiarity about her. Maybe it was the way that she walked, the way she spoke? She wasn’t sure, she couldn’t place it but whatever it was caused her heart to burn with longing. The girl reminded her of someone that was lost.

Jake had seen it almost immediately. Lo’ak had formed a close connection with the older girl, even if he hadn’t noticed it himself, Lo’ak looks up to her. Trusted her. There had been something missing in Lo’ak for a long time and y/n had come along and given him what he needed. Guidance, a support system. Seeing his son in this light had taken a weight off of his shoulders but then that brought on a new thought. Y/n wasn't going to stay here forever and what would that mean for Lo’ak?

Lo’ak head rushed with multiple thoughts at once, y/n’s brief explanation while with Payakan, although he knew that she was withholding some truth from him, he couldn’t find it within himself to feel suspicious of her. And also Neteyam’s ikran. Seze had kept to himself for two years, clearly mourning the loss of his rider but today showed something different. Was this linked to what Neteyam’s spirit meant? 

Kiri on the other hand was silent because she was trying to figure this out, she felt as though Eywa was whispering in her ear. She has a feeling that y/n will be important to the family, it can’t just be a coincidence that y/n appeared on Awa’atlu just days after Lo’ak’s experience at the Spirit Tree and them suddenly becoming the best of friends, the pair also sharing similar physical attributes. Four fingers, four toes and although it is not as noticeable, Kiri could see the faint hairs on the older girl's brow bone. It seemed that y/n had stepped in to be an older sister to Lo’ak, taking him under her wing. 

Tuk was the only member of the Sully family who was actively talking, some of the members chiming in every once in a while to let her know she was listening. She could sense that everyone was deep in thought but she was just glad that Seze was safe and that she met Lo’ak new friend. 

Overall, the whole family had taken notice of Lo’ak’s attitude change. In the week of knowing y/n, parts of his carefree personality had begun to shine through again and it was refreshing to see.

Kiri stopped in her tracks, clearing her throat to get her family’s attention.

"I just remembered I have to do something, I'll be back soon." 

Before anyone could respond, Kiri turned and started to walk in the direction they just came from, as soon as she got to the beach, her walk turned into a jog and that jog into a run.

On her walk over to Rìkxi, y/n was deep in thought. Jake Sully. The man Quaritch had asked … demanded … her father to help him capture so that he could “answer for his crimes.” y/n felt so stupid, why didn’t she put it together sooner “he is hiding amongst the reef people''. Lo'ak had mentioned briefly that his dad was from the stars. Maybe she did know that Jake Sully was here but was choosing to ignore it since she hadn't seen the man in person until today. Out of sight, out of mind maybe?

Suddenly, a shooting pain hit y/n in her chest which caused her to stagger back, almost losing her balance. She quickly composed herself, trying to ignore it so that she could continue her journey but with every step, it became harder to ignore.

Y/n quickened her pace, hoping to reach her destination soon but that plan was thrown to the back of her mind as she stopped abruptly, now feeling lightheaded. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, clutching her chest while taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes slightly, she could see a few stray villagers staring at her as they passed, keeping a distance but she didn’t expect anyone to help. 

The pain was getting more intense, her vision blurring and the sound of her heart pulsating in her ears. She tried walking again but she could tell that she was staggering off to the side. Taking another deep breath, took a deep breath and clenched her jaw and began walking again. After a few more steps, her knees buckled, bringing her down into a squat, her chin tucked to her chest as tears began welling in her eyes. The burning was now unbearable. She felt like she was choking, drowning almost. She was struggling to breathe, it was like her lungs weren’t working. Every breath she tried to take was painful. 

She wheezed, rocking forward, her knees hitting the warm sand, the hand not holding her chest reaching out so she didn't faceplant. It was too much. She couldn’t even think. Y/n eyes screwed shut again, her mouth opening to scream for help but no sound other than a whimper came out. Her fingers and toes started to feel cold.

The villagers around her decided to take full notice of the scene before them, but they hesitated with the idea of helping the foreign girl. At the same moment, Kiri came speeding into view. Her eyes widened at the sight of her new friend on the floor and worried villagers gathering, not sure how to react.

“Y/n!” Kiri dashed forward, skidding to a stop next to her friend, “What’s wrong?! What happened?!”

Y/n tried to reply to Kirk’s frantic questions but all she could do was shake her head, she couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could barely hear the girl beside her.Her head was pounding. She was seeing flashes of the ocean being lit up by the bioluminescent plants, beside her, an Omatikaya Na'vi breaking the surface of the water with a grin on his face. Lo'ak? No, not Lo'ak. What the hell is happening?

Kiri looked around at the spectators, feeling annoyed that not one of them stepped forward to help her friend. Giving them the fiercest glare she could muster, Kiri tried getting down to y/n’s height, and lowering herself so that she could see her face. Kiri took note of the hand painfully gripping her chest. Had she been in pain all day and no one noticed?

“Clear the way!” Ronal’s voice boomed as she and Tonowari marched toward the small group.

Kiri scrambled out of the way as Ronal dropped down beside her, pulling y/n’s hand away from her chest.

“Get her up, I will treat her.”

Tonowari nodded at his mate, scooping y/n into his arms, the girl in question trying to resist but ultimately giving up once pain shot from her chest down to her feet. Kiri followed trying to speak to the now quiet girl. Tonowari apologised with almost every step he took and Ronal ahead, trying to conclude how she was going to ease this pain. Y/n head slightly rolled to the side as she looked out to the ocean, Kiri noticing her eyes focusing in the direction of the Cove of the Ancestors. 

As the sun was beginning to set, an avatar hopped across the beanstalk, hoping to make it to the other side without falling to his death. The sights of Pandora were absolutely breathtaking, he was used to seeing them but now, in his new body, everything seemed more amazing. The sights, the sounds, the smells. All the spectacular.

“Kid, you need to come back, you’ll miss dinner.” The earpiece crackled

The avatar rolled his eyes, looking around him, placing his finger on the microphone around his throat.

“Yes Dad, on my way.” He replied in a mocking tone, “I’ll be like 10 minutes, tops.”

“You better, or I’ll have to send someone out for you. Again.”

The avatar continued on his jog before he started to scale the many intertwined vines. This would be so much easier with an ikran, he thought but it was still early days. Reaching the top, he leaped across more branches before running through the camp, doing his best to weave between the different humans and Na’vi moving around.

“Seriously again? Watch it!”

“Sorry, Vic!” He called back, almost running into someone else.

The avatar swung the door open to the laboratory and ducked his head to get through the door, and skidded to a stop.

“Right on time.” Norm stated, looking up from his desk at the young avatar, “Go unlink, I’ll plate you some food.”

The boy walked into an empty room and lay down on a large cot. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Norm’s avatar ‘asleep’, hooked up to a machine to keep it hydrated and nourished. The boy shuffled his body, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

The lid of the link unit opened slowly, the young boy sat up and swung his legs over the edge, stretching his arms.

“Victoria said you ran into her… Again. It’s starting to seem like it’s on purpose.” An older man spoke, eyes not looking away from the screen in front of him.

“It’s not, I swear. I’m having trouble stopping and she always seemed to be there.”

“You need to be more careful Spider. I know you're learning but you need to be mindful about those around you.”

“I know Max, I know. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” Spider replied somewhat sincerely. He was trying to be careful but he also did run into Victoria on purpose.

Max nodded looking back at the screen to check if there were any outliers on Spider’s readings. Seeing that everything was normal enough, he ushered the boy off of the link bed and into the communal eating area where a few of the humans were sitting around talking. The boy spotted Norm at the far end, speaking to another scientist.

Sitting down next to him, he began to eat silently, running through the forest all day has built a big appetite that he still wasn’t used to.

“So, how was it today?” Norm questioned as the other scientist left the table.

“Amazing!” Spider swallowed quickly, turning to face the older man, “I managed to run without smashing my face into the floor.”

“Good. That’s good. You’re getting better. But it’s still early days, don’t push yourself.” 

“I know, I know. I’m being as careful as possible.”

“So, when are you gonna tell Kiri and Lo’ak about your avatar?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t found the right time.”

“You spoke with Kiri yesterday, right? Why didn’t you tell her then?” Norm questioned, raising the fork to his mouth.

“It didn’t feel right,” Spider shrugged, “she was talking about a new friend Lo’ak had made, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Lo’ak made a friend? Good for him, he had been quite down when I last spoke to Jake.” Max added as he sat down in front of Norm, “Jake had been really worried for him, breaking up with Tsireya hit him hard.”

Spider’s head dropped, he didn’t know that Lo’ak wasn’t dating the Metkayina girl anymore. If he was being honest, he didn’t have any idea about how Lo’ak had been doing for about eight months now. The pair hadn’t spoken to one another and Kiri didn’t purposely bring him up in conversation. It made Spider feel guilty, he could tell there was a strain on their relationship but he was too afraid to face it, he was too guilty. Even speaking to Kiri hurt him, he couldn’t even bring himself to speak to Jake, for fear that he would spill his guts out to the man and the consequences.

It was killing him. He wouldn’t dare tell Norm or Max, they would tell the Sully’s in an instant and he is sure that Neytiri would have his head. Not that Spider could blame her. He wasn’t thinking about the consequences at the time but as the days passed on the island, the guilt was eating him alive and the fear was keeping him silent.

“What do you think, Spider?” Norm questioned, nudging the boy out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“I said, we should try and arrange for you to visit Awa’atlu. You haven’t seen them in person in ages and it’ll be better this time because you have an avatar.” Max explained, a gentle smile resting on his lips, “and honestly, I could use the quiet.” He joked

Spider forced out a chuckle, shovelling a forkful of food into his mouth, running through all the possible outcomes that could happen, being face-to-face with the family he betrayed.

As the sun set and eclipse made itself known, a small group of Txampaysye swam passed through the Cove of the Ancestors and along the base of The Spirit Tree. One broke away from its group and glided off to the left, joining a shimming group of Atokirina’ that was floating peacefully above a glowing mass amongst the swaying plants on the seafloor. 

Slowly, the plants separated, allowing the Txampaysye to lower itself down, resting itself across the widest part of the unknown figure. A moment later, air bubbles began to float upwards. The Atokirina’ floated down and landed on a small part of the figure, and as soon as it did that, the unknown shape flinched before curling into a ball. Slowly, the plants on the seafloor made their way back to each other, hiding the mass from any creature that may swim passed.

Txampaysye - gill mantle, serves as a biological diving suit, feeding oxygen to a bonded Na'vi through their kuru connection/tsaheylu.

Atokirina' - woodsprite, a seed of the Tree of Souls that lives on Pandora (I imagine the Spirit Tree has its own version).

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[proffesionalalpaca]

Avatar 3 - Varang, design based on my own idea of what the ash people will look like.

She will be played by Oona Chaplin, so I based Varang’s features off of hers heavily.

Also, this is just speculation, but my gut feeling is that Varang will be Recom Miles Quaritch’s love interest going forward as well. Since Miles’ journey is supposed to be a dark mirror to Jake’s story. And she is reportedly going to be in the rest of the films going forward along with Quaritch as antagonists.

Additional fact: Fire Na’vi Ears

The fire Na’vi/ Ash people possess the largest ears of the Na’vi despite their cold-temperate environment. These ears have evolved as highly sensitive sensory organs that detect changes in air pressure and temperature as well as being particularly good at hearing infrasound frequencies, all of these adaptations are to help them avoid the dangers of their volcanic home. Due to these specialised adaptations these ears also have more muscles for fine motor control that exceeds what is typical of Na’vi biology.

These ears do have an additional trait, as temperatures can fluctuate wildly from freezing winters & temperate summers to boiling hot lava flows their ears are able to expand and contract, decreasing or increasing the surface area exposed to air that helps regulate and monitor body temp. When in severe cold the ears fold over (imagine folding a piece of paper - landscape) and muscles contract to pull the ears closer to the head where they are often tucked under hair or a hat. This does reduce their ability to sense their surrounding and dampens their hearing but such an extreme bodily reaction are usually reserved for especially harsh conditions.

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The Fire Na’vi live in a cold to temperate climate (ranging from north Mediterranean to Icelandic temperatures) with excessive volcanic activity causing wild fluctuations in localised temperatures.

Because of this their ears have evolved into highly sensitive atmospheric sensors that can detect minute changes in air pressure and temperature, that can also expand and contract depending on the atmosphere to regulate body temperature.

Their large ear size being a side affect of their increased range of infrasound detection (low frequency sounds) that allows them to monitor and predict the seismic activity in the region, the advantage of the increased hearing range outweighing the negatives of having large ears in a cold climate. Though the ears can shrink and fold on themselves as a way to combat excessively low temperatures preventing heat loss, this is also why the ash clans enjoy their hair longer & looser than most Na’vi as they regularly tuck their ears into their hair when the cold season becomes particularly harsh.

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I saw your post about the Na'vi who live near volcanoes! (I loved it so much!) What examples do you have of their clothing? And what rites of passage do they have since making a bond with animals isn't a normal occurrence?

Anon, thank you so much!! I have the day off so I spent the afternoon doodling ideas for the Txepiva, half of them not even what you asked for lol

Here's the full sheet, which you can see in full size by opening in a new page.

Clothes :

Let's say they are mostly pastoralist nomads. They have an animal, an omnivorous creature that lives in small flocks of 20-30 members. They have a scaly/platted back and tail, but also tufts of heat resistant fibers close to a wool, just not nearly as compact. It's designed to keep them cool around the neck and chest.

Txepiva task young children with herding the flocks, making tsaheylu and often riding the flock's leading animal, leading them all by directing the one. They are used for meat, but also for their fibers, which are made into protective veils, as heat reflective as anything Na'vi can produce.

This made me think about masks (made of bone or worked leather) that would use glass lenses and veils made of that material to get extra close to lava. A Pandoran take on the protective suits we wear on earth.

I have had to honour of getting very close to a lava flow, and my experience is that when you're 20m away from it, it feels as hot and oppressive as when you're 1m away from a raging bonfire. If they need to get close, extra protection would help.

Masks could also have simple slits, though idk how much protection that would offer.

And since they can weave heat resistant fabric, but not everyone would get close to lava, you could also have more casual but still protective gear, mimicking Tuareg and other desert dwelling headgears and scarves. You could wrap the queue (tswin) inside of it and have it hidden from view. My adult Txepiva who aren't young herders or hunters have little use of their tswin outside of mating.

They would have access to a lot of precious stones. A lot of jewelry would be crafted there and be part of their main exports to other clans, alongside glass objects. Vials and glass rings would be particularly popular, as well as beads.

They'd import a lot of dyes and dried plant material in exchange. The one thing that is taboo for other clans though is metal.

That doesn't stop the Txepiva from using it for themselves, in earrings, worked plates, kuru clasps, brooches, etc. Copper is particularly easy to obtain around volcanic faults.

The other stone of choice is obsidian. I tried to give her white paint under her eyes instead of the black one I did on my original design.

But at the end of the day one of the most used materials in the clan is Bone. All warriors and scouts wear chains of vertebrae over their tswin. It's to prevent being easily killed by the queue being grasped and severed at the base.

The war chief, leader who takes charge of the clan whenever they face conflict or are readying an assault on another clan, tends to wear more flashy gear. This one collected vertebraes with a long neural spine :

The tswin and its bones are tied to his waist so they don't sway or get in his way. It's mostly ceremonial gear, I don't think he'd bedeck himself like this for war.

Didn't draw any shoes, but the Txepiva are occasional users of the stuff, especially on active volcanic plains.

Rites of Passage :

Not everyone is a warrior, so I assume they'd have different rites for different people.

Those who are warriors might be tasked to prepare their own kit to go on a quest of some sort. A raid to steal an animal, or to go deep into active lava flows to collect precious materials and prove themselves.

Or they might be cast out altogether for a whole year or more, young people forming roving bands from different clans who have to get along and conjoin their skills to survive. That feels a little extreme, though I've explored the idea of the ash people having a yearly meeting where most clans peacefully get together and trade, party, bang, and mate across clans to, you know, clean up that gene pool.

It being the moment roving bands return and have a ceremony accepting them as adults and able to join a mate and a new clan would be great. Another group of youth could be cast out at the end of that meeting, only to return in a year.

That has the advantage that it could include people whose main skill isn't hunting or killing, as they'd be just as valuable for a band's survival.

But otherwise I enjoy the idea of yuong people building a 'dowry' for themselves. It's not about mating at all, but to showcase their skills for the great meeting. Elders of all clans gather and inspect the ivory carvings, dyed weaved scarves, worked stones and jewels, or even the smithed blades and copper beads produced by this youth who claims to be an adult. They might prepare a single enormous project, or present a collection of wares.

If approved, then they would receive presents prepared for them by their friends and family ahead of time in a ceremony welcoming them as adults, and they'd be allowed to go trade all their hard work.

And that gathering place definitely has a fun-time tent for adults but also a massive complex of hot springs. It's a sacred place with a lot of growing soul trees where killing or fighting is completely forbidden.

You have to leave your clan's baggage at the metaphorical door.

They'd also have sport competitions and friendly matches, as well as conflict resolution.

OK going to shut up now because I think I could go on a little too long!!

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I swear to you guys, I WAS SO HOT WHILE DRAWING THIS 

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 And gosh, I was so afraid to do this profile face, but damn it looks good. Trust the process guys ! 

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[quaritching]

Hey! Regarding your prediction post about Avatar 3, do you think it's possible the fire Na'avi will have a different religion than the other clans, to set them apart?

Like since Na'avi cultures qre based off of human cultures, like the Maori, they could base the fire Na'avi after death cults here on Earth? Like there were some death cults in Ancient Greece, India, and in MesoAmerica I know, where the primary religious figure wasn't life giving, but death.

Also it would kind of make thematic sense to the whole fire association thing. Like fire is often associated with death and destruction, but destruction is necessary for creation/death and life are two side of the same coin and cannot exist without each other.

I think it would be interesting! Also it wouldn't be that far off since Na'avi don't have this huge cultural fear of death like modern humans do, they're more intune with their bodies so they kind of have to be intune with death as well.

I don't know something to think about!

Oh absolutely! There’s a very popular theory about them rejecting Eywa, or even being rejected by Eywa (I don’t think the latter is likely however), I think their culture and beliefs are going to be the main thing that sets them apart for sure.

As for real world inspiration, I feel like you’re on the nose with Mesoamerica! I read somewhere (I don’t remember so I apologize) that he could potentially get inspiration from the Aztecs and I think that’d be dope as hell! They’ve got Xiuhtecuhtli after all, the God of Fire and creator of life.

I could absolutely see the Fire Na’vi rejecting Eywa for their own God of Fire. And maybeee this is crazy but I could potentially see these Na’vi worshipping the sky people in a way, since they brought a lot of fire and destruction to Pandora. If that theory/prediction of Quaritch teaming up with the Fire Na’vi proves to be true, this could also be a reason for them to accept Quaritch and follow him to fight against Jake Sully in the third movie!

Interesting interesting thoughts!!

[kaneni09]

These are some ideas I had for what the Arctic and fire Navi could look and dress like, as well as my headcannon height chart for all the different clans. 

[lydia-24689]

Yaluk Te Ciaran, Líder del Clan de las Estrellas de Fuego ha viajado desde muy lejos con un solo propósito. El primogénito de Toruk Makto.

Fanart de la historia "Te veo, hijo del agua" de ÁnyelusSlytherin en Wattpad

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𝕾𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖕

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐲’𝐀𝐦𝐡𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ɢɴ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

Tw: Mentions of war, skypeople mentioned, fire, blood, mentions of na’vi sacrifices, mentions of cannibalism, the clan isn’t very friendly at first, mentions of death, Neteyam isn’t dead, mentions of titties out and about.

Author’s note: I didn’t know how to start with this, sorry if it feels rushed, I just didn’t know how to begin the story. I also used a translator for Yucaten, I’m sure if its accurate sentences, so don’t take it seriously. I tried to fit in things that you guys had commenting. This time for the songs, I’m not sure what kind of music I’ll be adding, I might add Korn or Rammstein . I am also trying to make this parts as long as possible, to give you guys more to read because, I feel as if I’m not writing enough. I hope you like the first part, leave a comment, I’d like to hear some feedback. 

P.s. Don’t worry, I’m still working on Fish Girl. Also thank you to everyone who has helped me! I really appreciate it. :)

Masterlist

A year has passed since the war, many had suffered the consequences. Now no one knew for sure if a war will happen again. So both Tonowari and Jakesully had had a discussion on forming an alliance with other clan. “It is our best option, we can’t risk this happening again, who knows if they’ll be back” Jake told the chief who was thinking, he knew of a clan that lived in the South but he wasn’t sure if they should seek for their help. 

“I know of a clan, they live in the South, but I must warn you, they’re not the friendliest” Tonowari told the other na’vi. Ronal then spoke “They’re also a female dominated clan, it would be best that I or Neytiri go to negotiate.” she said as she held her months old child close to her. “We have to at least try, if not them, we’ll try another one.” Jake said “Alright, we shall seek for their help, or like you said, we should at least try. It was settled then, both the male will try and negotiate with the clan from the South.

The next week, Ronal along with Ao’nung, Neteyam and Neytiri were on their way to the South, they thought it would be safe that they only took their eldest in case of anything. Neither Ronal and Neytiri wanted to leave but it was for the safety of their people. 

They had said their goodbyes to their families before leaving on their ilus and Neytiri on her Banshee, still sadden that they had to leave for who knows how long. The trip took a total of almost two weeks, the south was very far, until finally they got to the South. They arrived at an island with a huge volcano in the middle of the island. Once they got off their ilus they group began to walk into the jungle in search of the clan. They had their weapons in case of anything.

They had been walking for what felt hours, tired from their week long trip. Hoping to find the village soon. Until they had come across noises, the group got close towards the noise. Then they saw a group of women, this woman were different, they had pale white skin instead of blue, instead of stripped markings they had slightly darker dotted patterns, their eyes looked an amber or red color, and their hair was also a pale color. They were na’vi for sure, they also had different attire, some had their whole body covered while others displayed their chest out with no coverings of any kind. 

The group didn’t know how to approach them “How do we approach them?” Neteyam asked his mother who seemed to be thinking. “I’m not sure, should we make our selves present first” Neytiri suggested as Neteyam spoke “that’s the safest option, is best that we show them peace since we don’t know what they’re capable off” he said, all agreeing. 

Neytiri was the first one to step out, making the women stare at her, they looked at her with curiosity then they got their weapons and held them up, some even hissing at them if they stared a bit too much, they noticed their fangs were slightly longer and sharper, along with their finger nails, their nails were longer and sharper too. “I’m sorry to interrupt but, we ask you to take us to your leader” she said as now Ronal, Neteyam and Ao’nung stepped out. The woman had them surrounded, looking at them and seeing their different features. Both Neteyam and Ao’nung greeted them with the gesture of ‘I see you’. “Where are they from?” “What kind of Na’vi are they?” they asked among each other. 

One of the women, wearing only a skirt that was wrapped around her waist and went down to her calf came close. She didn’t have anything that covered her chest, she had blue and black paint on her face and chest, her hair was laying on her back. Neytiri was looking at her face, not wanting to show any kind of disrespect. “You wish to speak to our ahaw ?” she asked as Neytiri nodded. “Yes, we wish to speak to them” she said then the woman nodded and signaled them to follow her. As the group walked the woman followed. 

They walked for a little while until they got to their village, the village was bigger than they expected. Their was small houses everywhere, a small river in the middle in which boats were, most of the villagers their were women, children, and a few men, they had never seen such a place. The woman guided group towards a large stair case, into a platform. A small crowed formed around them, they looked just the women, they had pale skin and amber or red eyes. They looked at them, mumbling towards one another, the children near by looked amazed by the small group.

The woman stopped in the middle of the steps, then asked for someone to go get their ahaw, the group remained surrounded by the woman who lead them into the village, mean while the villagers that had surrounded them were trying to get a better look. “Who are they?” “Are they from the forest?”” “Why are their tales that way?” That’s what they heard until they saw three figures coming down what seemed a pyramid like building with a bunch of stairs, one of a older woman and two other figures following.

The older woman was wearing a dress that went from her chest to her ankles, the colors were of both red and orange. She had on white paint on her chest and arms with red lines on her hands and red surrounding her forehead to jawline. She wore what seemed to be a jade beaded web like neckless that went from her neck and down her shoulders. She also has a huge nose ring, big earrings, and lastly she wore a large feathered headdress, the feathers were the colors same colors as her attire. 

“Nicté, they requested your presence” the woman from before said then the woman who they assumed is the ahaw. “I see you” the woman did the gesture and they repeated it. “What is it that you seek? Why did has the forest and water na’vi come here?” she asked, making the crowd mumble amoung themselves, as Neytiri spoke. “We came to as for an Alliance with you.” she said, then Nicté smirked and laughed, others laughing with her. “You, Naytiri, have come to ask for help? Why is that? Has your mate been causing more trouble I assume?” she asked looking at the other na’vi. “The sky people, they might return at any time but we aren’t so sure when, we want to be prepared and we wish for your help.” She said making the ahaw to speak.

“And why should we help you? Wasn’t your mate  Toruk Makto?” She asked looking at Neytiri. This time it was Ronal who spoke. “Yes, he was, but we still need your help, the sky people may come back, and stronger than before, if we don’t do anything, they will take our home.” She said, now pleading. “Hm, I see, well if you want our help, you must learn like us. You must evolve like us, fight like us, ride like us, and learn the ways of fire and ash.” Nicté said giving her a closer look.

“We will, we will learn your ways” Ronal spoke, as the woman then had moment of thought. “Very well, y/n, Yolotli” she called out for two people, two younger na’vi came close. The na’vi looked just like their mother, but their eyes were a deep red. They wore a top that seamed to be made out of bones and beads that fitted their chest perfectly. For the bottom they wore a skirt made out of red feathers, leather with jade on the front of the leathers, the waist band had larger pieces of jade with some bones hanging onto down. They also had their calf and feet wrapped in dark leather. They also wore a jade neckless around their neck, they also had large jade earrings on both ears, a nose piece that was placed on the bridge of their nose, and four strings with jade beads that were on both nostrils of their. They also had some kind of painted markings on their face, and finally a similar crown like headpiece adorned with red feathers. Their hair wasn’t too long or short, it landed on her shoulder blades, and the ends were what seemed to be dyed a deep red.

The girl next to y/n, had eyes just like their sibling, she wore a brown leather top with tassels on the sides, with green colored beads that hanged on the bottom. She had on a black beaded hip scarf, she wore big jade earrings, her bottom lip was pierced with a small jade cylinder, on her brows she also had on two sets of jade jewelry, two strings of jade beaded strings on both her nostrils and her neck was adorned with loads of different sized jade necklaces. Her hair was down and long, it reached her mid back, she also had her ends colored red and she had the same face markings painted on her face. She didn’t have a headdress like her mother and y/n. She gave them a toothy smile “I see you” she said using the greeting gesture. 

“This are my twins, y/n and Yolotli,  they will be ones to teach your children”  Nicté said as the oldest na’vi spoke “ Ba'ale' na', Ba'axten K'a'abet in -” but mother why do I have to- they were cut off by their mother “ Mak a chi'ex, u jala'ach wíinik t'aan, teech k'a'abéet a ka'ansik ti' leti'ob, lelo' definitivo.” silence, the chief speaks, you are to teach them, that is final she said. Y/n rolled her eyes and hissed in anger, clearly frustrated by this, it was clear that she didn’t want that duty. “Y/n please take our guest and give them a home, they must be exhausted from their trip” Nicté told her child, y/n nodded and motioned them to follow them.

Y/n was guiding the group into the village, some villager kept eyeing them as the group walked down the path. The group noticed kids running around with torches lit with fire, some even had fire in their small hands, showing it off to who they assumed was their parents. Some villagers were giving them some nasty looks, as if they didn’t want them here for being different from them. Finally they got to their small home, y/n walked over to the small entrance of the home. It was big enough to fit four na’vi. “This will be were you’ll be staying” they said as the group walked in looking at the home. “If you do not like it, then you can leave” y/n said with an attitude and clearly angry, they reminded Neytiri of herself when she first met Jake. “No, its great, thank you very much” Neytiri said turning to the small party, y/n left them to get settled in.

After all of them had their rest, a girl known as Yolotli walked in holding a basket of what they assumed was food, y/n walked in after her with a big plate. “Good evening, I’ve brought you something to eat” she said as she placed the food on the table. She said as Ronal asked her. “You’re their sister?” she asked as Yolotli nodded. “Yes, well I hope you enjoy the food” she said with a smile and left. She had brought enough food for the four of them. They each got their own portion and ate, Yolotli had brought them corn, squash, some fruit and something called tamales, they were very spicy but everything was eaten, they had not eaten properly the whole week, only eating raw fish. 

“Tomorrow we’ll begin, get some sleep” y/n said as they got up and walked out of their home. Yolotli also got up from her spot “sorry about them” she said giving them an apologetic smile at the four. “I’ll see you all in the morning, I hope you all have a good sleep.” She said sweetly and left behind their sibling.

“I’m surprised that we’re alive, y/n looked like they wanted to skin us alive” Neteyam said as he laid on a hammock, still a bit shaken up by y/n. Ao’nung then spoke “yeah, I though the whole clan was going to kill us, they seemed... very intimidating” he admitted. Ronal then got their attention “here is what we’ll do, we will not cause any kind of trouble, we don’t know what they are capable of, we already have their help and we don’t want to loose it, and I doubt that any of you would want to be there next sacrifice.” She said to all them. They all nodded. Neytiri spoke again “Alright, go to bed” he said as they all laid down in their hammock.

Back at y/ns home, they were getting ready for bed, they had taken off their headdress, jewelry to sleep comfortably, they laid down on a cot next to Yolotli’s. Their sister was already laying down, ready to fall asleep. “y/n?” Yolotli said towards them “what is it?” they said closing their eyes. “What are your thoughts on them?” she asked as their sibling responded “I think they won’t make it, I doubt they’ll be able to master fire, they’ll be like babies learning how to walk” they said as Yolotli spoke again. “Give them a chance, I’m sure they can do it” she said as y/n just nodded, already dozing off. “Yeah, yeah whatever” they said as Yolotli got comfortable on her cot. “ Ma'alo'ob áak'ab” Goodnight she said to y/n who was already in deep slumber.

That morning, y/n and Yolotli came back to see how they were doing, they had brought them food like yesterday, but this time they had also brought some kind of stew. It was called menudo it was made out of Tarpirus stomach, again it was spicy, but very good. Yolotli seemed very nice while y/n didn’t seam to like being told what do you. It was clear when their mother told them to. They all sat down and Yolotli was talking about stuff that they did.

It was very different than what they did. They were also a very isolated clan, they did not like to be bothered by other clans, so they decided to move into South to stay away from every other clan. It was also obvious that it was female dominated clan, they did have males but the women were the ones in charge. When it came to children, majority of the time it were females that were born more than the males.

Every harvest they would na’vi sacrifices as a way to give back to Eywa who had given them a lot, so as a way to give back to the great mother, they gave back with blood. Sometimes they’d even eat the sacrifice as a way to nourish Eywa and seek guidance. Some sacrifices involved being thrown into the volcano or their hearts being taken out publicly, the practice seemed terrifying, but they saw this as an honorable way to go to Eywa. They had creatures called a  Nì’awve, which meant Fire, and the being is able to swim with its ridder in the lava of the volcano. When a bond was made with the creature, one could not burn with fire, but with lava, when it came to an amount of time being in the lava, then they’ll burn. They also spoke another tongue besides Na’vi, they spoke something called Yucatec, it was their own kind of language no other na’vi but them knew.

They also practice something called Polyamory, it was when one na’vi had more than one mate, didn’t matter if they either male or female, it was considered normal here. Yolotli had mentioned that Nicté has a female mate, if she wanted, she could have another or even more.

When they questioned about the twins birth, Yolotli had mentioned that their mothers had given Eywa a life, a sacrifice, in return, so that one of the females could carry a life of her own, but Eywa had been so generous to the Tsahìk and her mate, gifting them two lives in each of their womb at the same time, creating twins. Y/n being born first, and Yolotli second.

They had learned that Y/n will be the next Tsahìk, due to being the oldest, they had more responsibility than Yolotli. They were the opposite, they were like the sun and moon. Y/n being the sun showing firmness, strength and power, and Yolotli being the moon showing calmness, beauty, and nurturing. It made even more since that they were twins. 

“Now that you all know some history, this is where the fun begins” y/n said with a smirk on their face, showing them her sharp fangs, that smirk was of one of mischief and pure chaos.Both Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at each other a bit worried. “If anything happens to me, tell my family I love them” he whispered to Ao’nung who responded. “Same here” he said giving y/n and Yolotli a nervous smile.  Yolotli only smiled at them in the most kindess way possible. “I’ll be good fun though” she said, seeing the nervous expression the males faces.

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[afro-hispwriter]

no because why am i tempted to write this🤷🏾‍♀️

[whatsthethinking]

Alignment: part three

Lo'ak x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

➴ Summary: Eywa finally hears Lo’ak’s pleas for her to bring his brother back but instead of a brother, Lo’ak receives howling winds with lashing rain and a warrior… who eats people?

➴ Warning: Neteyam’s death

➴ Word count: 3.2k

➴ Note: y/n’s finally here. Took her long enough and it took me long enough to write the end. Let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions, feel free to share it with me. Thank you to everyone who has been reading, it is much appreciated.

[two] [four]

Y/n sat in a cave behind a waterfall, sharpening arrowheads and clearing her mind. Lately, she has been feeling a deep sense of unease. She couldn't place it. It felt like she was waiting for something terrible to happen. Y/n felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, the slightest gust of wind would push her over. Due to this unease, y/n could barely sleep. She could feel her body growing cold when she closed her eyes, waves lapping at her feet. She couldn’t breathe. There was great pressure in her chest. 

Y/n put her final arrowhead down, letting out a sigh. She needed sleep. Her lack of sleep was making her sloppy, so sloppy that she had almost fallen off of Rìkxi the day before. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the cave wall. She focused on the sounds around her. The rushing water from the waterfall, the small creatures scurrying around and the sound of Rìkxi eating whatever he found on his hunt. Slowly but surely, y/n fell asleep.

All around her was the sound of frantic pops and whistles, along with the sound of water. y/n felt so disorientated. She felt like she couldn’t see. Was it due to all of the commotion? Yells and blaring horns or that she doesn’t recognise her surroundings. With a deep breath, y/n stepped forward, covering her eyes as the sun hit her. She wasn’t sure why, but she took off running. Her legs have a mind of their own.

“Bro, come on.”

“Let’s go.”

Y/n skidded to a stop. She could hear all of these voices, but she was alone.

“Go! Go, go, go!”

“Give me that!”

“This way.”

Y/n’s body jerked forward and she jumped off the platform’s side. She immediately put her hand on the centre of her chest as she hit the water. Suddenly, her body was in searing pain. She felt as though all the air in her lungs was knocked out. Resurfacing, y/n could hear her heart beating frantically in her ears.

“Bro! That was insane, Cuz! Yeah!”

“Skxawng. I’ve been shot.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she was saying or who she was speaking to. She was struggling to tread the water. Why is this happening? Why am I being lifted? Who am I holding on to? 

Water rushed by her legs, and frantic shouts filled the air. Y/n couldn’t focus. She found herself wheezing and struggling to breathe.

“Dad! Help! It’s Neteyam!”

Neteyam?

Y/n felt herself being lifted again and then laid on her back. Waves lapped at her feet, pressure on her chest. Her vision was blurred. Five figures were in her vision, but she couldn’t make out who it was due to the sun setting behind them.

“I want to go home,” she meekly voiced, confused by the words coming out of her mouth.

Her heart started beating rapidly as the corners of her vision darkened and she gasped for air. She could feel her mouth moving, but there was no sound.

Y/n let out a weak breath as her eyes went dark. She could no longer see, but her hearing was clear.

“Neteyam?”

Neteyam?

“No, no, no, no! Neteyam!”

With a cry of the unknown name, y/n’s eyes shot open, a hand flying to her burning chest, her breathing erratic.

What kind of dream was that and who the hell is Neteyam?

“Sister! Are you there?”

Taking a moment to gather herself, a smile crept onto y/n’s lips at her younger brother's voice. The dream being forced to the back of her mind. Stepping out from behind the waterfall, y/n was met with the sight of her brother bouncing on the spot 

“What’s happened?” She questioned once she was close.

“You missed it! The watchers have returned! They say that sky people are killing tulkun!” Her brother, Atan, exclaimed.

“Tulkun? So suddenly? Why?.”

“They don’t know. But they say that it may be that rogue one being hunted. I doubt they’ll catch him, though. He’s really strong and brave.” Her brother explained 

“Payakan? I wondered where he got to; I hadn’t seen him around in quite some time,” y/n replied, thinking of the tulkun she had become familiar with growing up. Y/n sighed, smiling down at her brother, her chest aching. “Let’s head back. We don’t want to miss dinner.”

“You’re hurt,” Sya stated to her daughter as she rounded the corner.

“Good morning, mum.” Y/n replied, “I’m not hurt. Good morning, dad.”

Sya’s eyes quickly examined her daughter with her head tilted before stepping forward, which made y/n take a step back.

“You are hurt, here,” Sya poked the centre y/n’s chest, “and here,” poking her back, between her shoulder blades. Noting how her daughter flinched as if a hot blade had touched her skin.

“I’m fine; maybe I slept wrong.”

Sya was about to scold her daughter for thinking lightly of this injury. Knowing that it was much more than just sleeping incorrectly, but a horn bellowed throughout the village, alerting everyone to a new arrival. A hunter poked their head through the family's hut, acknowledging the Tsahik along with the rest of the family

“Sir! An ikran has landed on our shores. Two riders. One seems to be significantly injured. They demand to speak with you. They are not real Na’vi.”

Za’te hastily stood up and exited the hut entrance before turning back and motioning his daughter to follow.

“Y/n come. Consider this training.”

Y/n walked alongside her father as they made their way to a group of villagers huddling around their unexpected guests. As the pair approached, the huddle quietened and separated, allowing the Olo’eyktan and his daughter to see their guests.

One of the Na’vi stepped forward with his head high showing his confidence. Y/n decided he was overly confident. He was tall, but Za’te was taller and more muscular.

“My name is Miles Quaritch; this is Lyle Wainfleet. We are Recom for the RDA, we-.” The overconfident man started but, Za’te cut him off, already having enough of his broken Na’vi.

“Why have you come?” Za’te questioned with a heavy accent.

“You speak English?” Quaritch questioned with amusement, “we are seeking one of our own. A traitor. Jake Sully. He is hiding amongst the reef people.”

“If he is amongst the reef, why have you come here?”

“The stories of your people are legendary amongst the Na’vi. Vicious warriors. Hunters. Trackers. My planet is dying, we came to Pandora to start anew. If my people have any chance of survival, Jake Sully must answer for his crimes. He knows the way we humans fight, and how we plan. He doesn’t know how your people fight. I am asking for your help in defeating an enemy.” Quaritch ended his speech by looking around at the warriors facing them. Although he didn’t show it. He was slightly frightened. If the Island Na’vi didn’t believe him and the stories were true, he and Lyle would be dead before they hit the floor… Again.

Y/n looked past Quaritch to Lyle, who seemed to be visibly on edge but that way be due to the injuries littered over his boy. Making eye contact, Lyle looked away instantly.

“Why should my people help you?”

“I see that your living arrangements are similar to those that used to be on Earth. We have teams that can help you build. Your warrior’s weapons are forged; my people can help you produce better weapons. You speak English, we have people that can teach you, all of you. All of this is available to you if you aid me in finding Jake Sully.”  Quaritch’s speech seemed to appeal to some villagers in the crowd, but y/n knew nothing would come of it. She knew her father had already made up her mind the second he saw these outsiders.

“I know the story of Jake Sully. I know what the sky people want with our lands. You invaded the forest, destroyed homes, and killed the people. Do not think that it is unknown because we live away from the forest. Jake sully bested you many years ago, and it seems that he was able to do so again. You are brave coming here but stupid. My people will not allow the same destruction to fall on our lands as it has the forest and now the reefs. We will not aid you in the hunt for Jake Sully. He is not our enemy. You and your people shouldn’t be here. Jake sully is Na’vi, one of the people.”

By the end of Za’te’s speech, it was clear that Quaritch did not get the expected reply. He took a challenging step towards Za’te but was stopped by the leader of the warriors.

“Take them below the mountain. They do not leave.” Za’te stated bluntly. “Nobody speaks with them without my permission.” 

Quaritch hissed at Za’te, who did not react. Y/n watched Lyle stumble away behind him. Sure that she had seen him before. 

“What about the Ikran?”

“I’m sure it’ll make itself scarce.”

Y/n sat in the corner of the family hut, wrapping twine around Atan’s spear while humming a songcord she knew didn’t belong to anyone in her family or on the island. She can’t remember where she heard it, but it has stuck with her for two years.

“Y/n! Y/n! Come quickly!” A familiar voice screamed. “Hurry!”

Y/n shot up and marched out of the hut, her eyes meeting Zu’a, she had been training under Sya to be a healer. As soon as Zu’a spotted the girl she was searching for, she leaped forward, snatching y/n's wrist, dragging her towards the mountain where the less desirable people were kept. When they arrived, y/n immediately spotted her mother rushing around to tend to the injured villagers, her brother close behind.

Shaking her arm free, y/n ran to her father, who looked like he was seconds away from breathing fire.

“Dad! What happened?”

“Y/n.” Za’te took a deep breath to not yell in frustration at his daughter. “Someone took it upon themselves to let those mutants out of their hold. Some of our own are injured. I have sent some warriors to the smaller islands to search for them, but I believe they'll try and return to the forest. If we do not hear any news, I want you to take Rìkxi, watch the skies and hunt them down, even if it means venturing to the forest yourself. No survivors.”

“No survivors,” y/n repeated with a nod of confirmation.

Flying over the ocean always brought peace to y/n, she didn’t go this far often, so she appreciated every second of it. The weather was lovely today. Not a single cloud in the sky. Y/n and Rìkxi gilded low in the sky. Low enough to see the marine life breach the ocean's surface and skim Rìkxi’s feet. They had been out for a few hours, somewhat directionless. But what was she to do? She didn’t know when or where that Quaritch man would rear his ugly head.

Y/n continued her one-sided conversation with Rìkxi. Talking to him about passing the rites she completed a year prior, about the songcord, and the training with her father to prepare her to take his place. Also, about the conversation she had avoided with the village elders, finding a mate.

Rìkxi backed to the left as a swarm of dorado verde flew in their direction, bringing y/n out of her daze.

The peace y/n felt ended once she noticed the sky starting to darken around them. She urged Rìkxi to climb, hoping that they could get above the clouds before the storm began, but for what seemed like the first time, Rìkxi wasn’t fast enough.

After what seemed like hours of flying blind, y/n finally saw a solid shape on the horizon, Rìkxi must have seen it, too, because he started to descend. Something collided with the armour strapped to Rìkxi’s chest during the descent. The collision was hard enough to knock the pair off course and drop. Y/n wiped her face with the back of her hand, irritated.

“Land Rìkxi!”

Letting out a roar, Rìkxi started to dive and glide over the top of the village, circling around and then landing. Y/n jumped off of her companion, immediately checking him for any injuries. She was aware that whoever resided on this island had started to gather a distance away, but she didn’t care. Rìkxi’s breastplate was damaged, and the broken piece had wedged between his scales. Y/n muttered a quick apology before pulling it out, but he didn’t seem to notice, more concerned with their audience. Y/n felt Rìkxi’s body rumble before he let out a growl. Y/n ran her hand along Rìkxi’s body and under his wing.

“Mawey Rìkxi, mawey. Be nice.”

Y/n’s eyes swept the crowd before seeing a Na’vi she felt familiar with.

“Hello.”

“Hey.” He said back a bit startled, his voice sounding familiar.

The welcome y/n received from the residents of Awa'atlu did not leave much to be desired. The Olo’eyktan, who introduced himself as Tonowari, had questioned her openly about why she had landed in their village. He wasn’t taking the storm as an excuse. 

“Why are you so far from your home?”

Y/n knew that she should’ve said the real reason for her straying away from home, but she couldn’t bring herself to once she made eye contact with the boy she had greeted. It didn’t feel appropriate to say it aloud, in front of the villagers, so she stuck to her story.

The Tsahik, Ronal, stepped through the crowd and instantly stared y/n down. Her eyes locked onto her hands momentarily, and y/n had never been so glad that Rìkxi was breathing over her shoulder. Although y/n did not find the Tsahik intimidating in any way, she felt unnerved by how she was being watched. It felt like she was about to be scolded, like how Sya had done many times before.

“You will stay.” Ronal started. “You and your beast have been injured.”

“We’re fin-.”

“My son, Ao’nung, will show you to a marui.”

Murmurs of disagreement trickled through the crowd as Metkayina villagers listened to Ronal’s demand.The crowd shifted as a tall boy stepped forward. His gaze was just as judgemental as Rona’s, instantly telling y/n that this was Ao’nung.

Pausing momentarily, y/n weighed her options. Ronal was right, Rìkxi had been hurt during the storm and his armour was damaged, so she had to consider him as well. She threw Rìkxi a look that told him to behave before she nodded reluctantly at Ronal.

On their walk to the marui, Ao’nung didn’t turn around once, not that y/n cared. Since arriving,  her chest had been burning, the same burn she had felt under the waterfall two years ago. Stopping before the marui, Ao’nung motioned y/n inside, but she didn’t budge. He mentioned again, a frown appearing. Y/n shook her head, crossing her arms.

“What?” Ao’nung questioned with a disgruntled sigh.

“Tell your people not to go near Rìkxi.”

“Do you think we are stupid?”

Y/n ignored the question, uncrossing her arms and turning towards the marui. 

“Nice tattoos,” y/n commented, motioning to Ao’nung’s face and shoulder.

“Thanks.” He replied flatly before walking off.

Y/n sat down in the corner of the marui and closed her eyes. Suddenly feeling exhausted. After eclipse, she’ll go back and get Rìkxi comfortable. Who knows how long they’ll be here? Will she stay in Awa'atlu until Quaritch and Lyle are found or until she has ‘healed’?

Eclipse came quickly, and as soon as it did, y/n was returning to her Rìkxi. On the way, y/n passed a few villagers who jumped out of the way when they saw her coming, whispering. Once she was close enough to the part of the beach she landed on, y/n noticed someone standing there, watching Rìkxi from a distance. Did she not tell Ao'nung to ensure his people don't go near Rìkxi? Y/n crept up behind them, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"You're lucky he hasn't eaten you yet."

The person jumped, braids flying as they spun around. Facing her was the familiar boy from the beach.

"You're taller up close." He stated, ignoring her previous statement.

"I get that a lot," y/n responded, putting weight on her left leg and a hand on her hip. "Why are you here? Did Ao'nung not tell you?"

"I was curious. I've never seen anything like it before. He's different." The boy sounded passionate before rolling his eyes. "I don't listen to Ao'nung."

"Clearly," y/n muttered under her breath. "But I suppose he is different. And dangerous."

"I can handle dangerous."

"I can see that. Excuse me."

Y/n walked around the boy, back to the task at hand. She could tell the boy was itching to follow but decided against it. Instead, sitting on a large rock. Approaching her companion, y/n put her hand on his face. "Looks like we'll be here for a while." Getting a puff of warm air in her face as a response.

Y/n quickly unloaded her weapons, removing Rìkxi's breastplate and saddle and trying to lower it all onto the sand below gently. Y/n stapped her spear to her back, attaching her knife to her hip. Looking at her sheathed machete and Rìkxi's belongings, how was she going to carry all of this? 

Looking up, y/n saw the unnamed boy sitting on the rock.

"Hey!" She yelled; stray villagers looked at her, as did the boy. She waved her hand, motioning him forward. He pointed at himself and shook his head. She nodded and motioned him again. He slowly stood up and shuffled forward, not taking his eyes off Rìkxi.

"Oh, now you're afraid?" Y/n joked when he finally stood in front of her.

"You said he'd eat me." He replied, eyes meeting hers briefly before looking back at Rìkxi, who had shifted, now looking at the pair.

"I didn't say that. I said you're lucky he hasn't."

A slight grin appeared on the boy's face.

"Wanna help me carry this?" 

The boy nodded, y/n held the machete up to the boy, and he swiftly placed it on his back. The pair carefully lifted the breastplate and saddle, the boy grunted and muttered about how heavy it was. With several complaints, they got back to y/n's temporary marui. The boy leaned the machete against the saddle, groaning, shaking his arms and stretching his arms above his head.

"Never again."

Y/n smiled at the dramatics; being with the boy reminded her of being with Atan. The burning in her chest eased in his company.

"I'm Lo'ak, by the way."

"Y/n."

Just as Lo'ak was to speak again, a Metkayina girl peeked her head in the entryway. A sweet smile on her face.

"There you are, Rotxo said he saw you." She stepped in slowly, a basket of fruit on her hip. "These are for you. I'm Tsireya."

"Rotxo's back?"

Tsireya gave Lo'ak a look that said 'seriously' before facing y/n again.

"Nice to meet you, Tsireya."

"Was it nice to meet me too?" Lo'ak questioned.

Now it was y/n's turn to give him a look.

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[proffesionalalpaca]

Varang canon inspired design via extremely blurry screenshot and Oona Chaplin’s beautiful face.

So with the tiny snippet we got from the behind the scenes featurette I drew a rough sketch of Varang from those very blurry screenshots. It’s in canon colours and I used the same reference photo of Oona Chaplin as a previous work of fanart I did for Varang (in my own fire Na’vi design), instead of drawing her headpiece I wanted to draw what her hair could look like underneath/casual-look. Just plain face, no war paint or whatever.

Honestly when I think about it, there’s a good chance she could have like, no hair, ancient Egyptian shaved style and covered in a wig/headdress.

Her stripes are supposed to be very tiger inspired and the fire Na’vi having red eyes just seems right. Besides the face shape (I think?!) and the base skin tone this is all speculation again but I hope it gives a clearer view of what Varang will look like in Avatar 3.

Honestly I’m just so hyped for this character and I’ve got no idea why. Maybe because it seems she’ll be really important in Quaritch’s story line and his story was my favourite part of atwow and I’m probs jumping the gun by a mile to start shipping them but it’s the dark vortex of hyper fixation that done got me. (Starting the #Quarang tag for potential doa but that’s a problem for future P.A).

Below is the new drawing alongside the references I used and the ‘detail’ sketches I made of the screenshots. Edit: okay I couldn’t resist a war paint version.

[xenomorphee3]

Zu teaches Miles, Lyle, and Mansk how to cook

Another snippet from Chapter 12 of my story, A New Mission on Ao3 (My art of what Zu looks like is pinned on my page!)

The Marines even learned how to cook local Ash Na'vi food. Six nights ago, they were heating up their MRE’s for dinner and Zu stopped by their huts. She asked, “I want to try Sky People food.” So they let Zu try their “roast beef and mash potatoes” MRE. It was of course none of those things. It was a fake flavored concoction of protein and carbohydrate paste. Chunks for texture. She grabbed some of the heated MRE in her hands and took a small bite. She chewed slowly, trying to find a positive in it, but the Marines grinned at her expression and knew full well it was nothing compared to the cuisine that these people ate regularly. If that welcome dinner was any indication. Zu struggled to swallow the food and the three Marines laughed. Zu asked with mild disgust, “Is that what Sky People eat??”

Miles replied, “No, these are just MRE’s.” Zu had a questioning look on her face. Miles clarified, “Meals ready to eat. They’re easy to transport, fast and simple to make, and they don’t spoil.”

Lyle said, “They’re fuel. Flavor optional.”

Mansk chimed in, “I always liked the brownie one.”

Lyle and Miles chuckled at him. Zu replied with, “Well we have foods like that and they don't taste bad.”

The Marines shrugged. Zu said, “I will be back.” The Marines waited about fifteen minutes chatting amongst themselves around the fire, wondering what Zu would be back with. She returned with a large basket on her back. She plopped it down in front of the Marines who stood up. She crouched down to pull out a flat wooden board, and a concave, dense, smooth flat rock with a handle. It was a Na’vi frying pan. She reached over to place the pan on some rocks right next to their hearth’s fire.

She then removed a mortar and pestle and placed it on the ground, then took out and also placed on the ground five large, hard vegetable or fruit-like objects, then she took a two-handed pile of those black legume-like things that were at the base of the orchard trees which Lyle and Mansk saw the other day, and she placed these in the mortar and pestle. She then pulled out a jar of dried ground herbs and a container with a liquid in it. Lastly, she pulled out a large bowl, a wooden spoon, and three wooden plates.

She looked up at the Marines who were standing over her inquisitively. Miles had his hand on his hip, Lyle had his arms crossed, and Mansk had his hands in his pockets. All three were flicking their tails with curiosity. She silently gestured at them to join her down at her level and they obliged. She handed the mortar and pestle to Mansk. He looked at Miles and Lyle with surprise and confusion.

Miles said, “Well get to work, Marine.” Mansk ticked his eyebrows up then down, and began pulverizing the legumes into a black paste. Zu then handed the container with the liquid in it to Lyle and gestured to the pan.

“Put this in the pan?” Lyle asked after swooshing the liquid in the bottle. Zu nodded silently. “Okey dokey.” Lyle said. He got up and poured some of the liquid in the pan. It was an oil.

Lastly, she handed the wooden board, clearly a cutting board, to Miles and gave him one of the vegetables. She then went from crouching to sitting back, legs crossed, and her orange eyes stared into his and she smiled.

“Oh I get the hard task, huh?” Miles said, playfully.

She grinned, her huge pearly fangs reflecting the fire.

“Hard? I know you know how to use a knife, My-ulls.” she replied, matter of factly.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, and grabbed the knife from the back of his utility belt and began to chop the strange-looking vegetable. It had a firm, gnarly brown skin with yellow spots and a purple flesh. It was easy enough to cut with his blade.

He asked her, “Is this good?” after having diced the fruit into medium-sized pieces. She smiled and nodded, then handed him another one. He put the diced veggies into the bowl. Mansk got all of the legumes made into a fine paste.

After the Marines were done with their tasks, she took the bowl of diced vegetables that Miles chopped up and dumped them into the hot pan. It started to immediately sizzle.

Lyle said, “Ohh yeah.” And Mansk was grinning. She took the mortar and pestle from Mansk and used the pestle to dump the paste in the pan. Finally, she took the herbs and took a few pinches of it in her three fingers and sprinkled it throughout the sizzling food. Every move she made was methodical and deliberate and she made sure the Marines were watching how it was done. She took the wooden spoon and stirred the food. The smell was amazing. The Marines were salivating. Forget their MRE’s. After about six minutes of sauteeing the food she pulled the pan from the fire. Miles anticipated the next move and quickly went to grab the plates. She smiled at him for this. He handed plates to Mansk and Lyle whose eyes were fixed on the pan of food. They squatted down to her and she served each of the Marines, Miles last. They each grabbed the hot food with their fingers, ignoring the discomfort of the temperature, and shoveled it into their mouths, savoring every bite.

“A simple, fast meal. These don’t spoil. Now you can cook.” Zu said, gesturing to the ingredients. Out of the seemingly endless basket she then pulled out a small sack of the purple-fleshed vegetables and a jar of the black legumes for them to keep. She let them keep the pan, the spoon, the oil, and the dried herbs and spices.

Since that lesson they’ve been cooking dinners each night. Some nights they were even able to incorporate meat into it, acquiring the cuts from the equivalent of the village butcher. Mansk in particular liked to experiment in cooking. Throwing in new flavors made from other fruits, veggies, and spices they got from the village.

[nighttimepatrons]

heheh little fire na'vi! I'd make her one of the Ash People, but I want her to be happy.

big, chunky stripes and splotches, and warm blue to almost purple, that's my fire na'vi.

oh and YES she does have space buns

[miss-multifandom-mess]

With there being people who dislike the plans for ‘Avatar 3’, I can understand why. With ‘Avatar: The Last Air bender’ featuring the Fire Nation, people can think that James Cameron may be copying in some way. However, I can also disagree with the dislike.

The thing with James Cameron’s ‘Avatar’, is that one of their main focus is the world-building of the planet Pandora. They are exploring the different biomes of the planet, so of course, either way, they would eventually come across exploring a new tribe, in which they lead different lifestyles than the rest of the clans—the Ash People. I don’t think it was intentional of “copying” The Last Airbender; but more with the intention of exploring a world that is completely different from Earth. With people who have different customs, cultures, and living environments.

No hate to ATLA, because I love that show—it’s one of my favorites to watch with my family. I just wanted to give my take on the whole argument people seem to be having.