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[jioohyo]

I just love how this is going for Mēing ahhhhh!!

LISTENNNN!! 😤😤 Both need some love okayyy, Tsu'tey needs much love and recognition from this fandom and imma make it happen!!!!!!!!! nevertheless, I love how things are going for him in this series, I show a rare side of him in the best way possible instead the main view of him being bad tempered, he has a past, a tragic one too!

With that being saiddd we love a golden boy tsu!!!💙🤭

THE BLESS MEETS THE CURSE. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. fluff leading to angst. a starter of the forbidden love. mēing still struggling to find herself. mēing & tsu'tey interaction after years. strong hatred by the rongloas. emotional ending.

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As the mothers engaged in hushed conversations about matters beyond her concern, Mēing found herself growing restless. Forced to kneel in silence, she couldn't help but feel trapped, her gaze drifting aimlessly into the distance. The incessant fidgeting of the songcord around her hip had become a tedious distraction, while the meaningless chatter of the women seemed to fill her ears with empty noise, fueling her growing boredom and disconnection.

Truthfully, Mēing's mind was consumed by the urge to return to the Tree of Voices, driven by a deep longing to hear Saeyla's voice again. It had become an all-consuming obsession, a constant craving to hear the voices, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't truly listening. Were the whispers solace or a clever deception? The point is her mental state was just a mess.

Mēing was seriously flustered. Mēing was hurt. Mēing was traumatized. Mēing was a child.

"Mēing," A single call from Ma'eve, mother, snapped Mēing back into reality, her body making a mirco flinch by the stern tone.

All golden glowing eyes were on her: Neytiri, Mo'at and Ma'eve silently observe, Mēing wasn't woken at all. She was a agile learner, though she seemed to be trapped. It wasn't like her.

Ma'eve decided it was time to address the issue. She tilted her head to view her young daughter from afar, "What has happened to you? You haven't spoken the moment we come as one." She told with concern clearly.

"I'm doing well, mother. I'm meditating on the.. words?" Mēing mumbled the last response, almost as if she didn't want the others to hear that dishonesty.

Neytiri's eyebrow arched ever so slightly, her expression skeptical, as she murmured, "Is that so?" She knew better than to take Mēing's response at face value. Mo'at's blank stare betrayed nothing, but her tone was telling as she said, "Mēing, you may go. Take your rest." Neytiri accepted the suggestion with a nod, prompted by Ma'eve's subtle assent.

With that, Mēing left, leaving behind more questions than answers. However, her abrupt departure wasn't a sign of coldness towards the others, but rather a reflection of her own discomfort and feeling of being put on the spot. Seeking solace in solitude, she made her way to the Tree of Voices, where she would remain until the full eclipse, lost in thought and contemplation.

Well that was a failure, she failed to get a response from Saeyla this time which was odd but maybe the wake up call from her. A time to face reality but reality wasn't facing her.

Yet.

As Mēing walked, surrounded by the soft blue-lavender moon cast a beautiful light upon the forest alongside the delicate, bioluminescent livings that dotted the landscape.

Her feet barely touched the ground, as if she floated across the forest floors. Her long, firm legs carried her effortlessly, her thin tail swishing behind her like a silken banner.

Even for those permanent lime green eyes wandered upward, drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the star-coated sky. The constellations twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the gentle rustle of the leaves in the breeze seemed to whisper pure secrets in her ear.

Mēing's mind felt a sense of renewal, as if the weights of her worries had been lifted, if only slightly. Though her heart still ached with the longing to reunite with her sister in spirit, she found comfort in the heartfelt connection she felt to the natural world.

The land, the trees, the creatures – all seemed to whisper words of comfort, reminding her that she was not alone. In this symphony of life, Mēing found a glimmer of hope, a sense of belonging that transcended her sorrow.

As she continued to stroll, unsettling crackles of the forest floor beneath her feet broke the serene silence, sending a shiver down her spine. The eerie sounds seemed to come from all directions, closing in around her like an unseen presence.

Mēing's heart skipped a beat as her stress and worries, momentarily dormant, now sprang to life like a frightened direhorse, bolting from its slumber with a ferocity that left her breathless.

It brought more intensity, her great vision eyeing straight to path when she saw a towering figure emerged from the shadows, a muscular upper body and plaited braids swaying gently with each step.

Mēing's initial anxiety began to dissipate as she realized it was a man, but her relief was short-lived. She knew she was the only Omatikayan who dared to venture into the rainforest during the eclipse, making the presence of this stranger both unexpected and intriguing.

"Tsu'tey?" Thank Ewya. But what was he doing here? A future Olo'eyktan like him had other duties to do than to search around the bioluminescent forest.

Tsu'tey stood silently a few paces away, his figure illuminated faintly. As Mēing froze upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but it was quickly concealed behind his stoic demeanor.

"Mēing. You seem lost in thought," he observed, his voice calm and measured. "What brings you here at this time?"

The question lingered in Mēing's mind: why did he show such concern? After all, while they were acquainted, their interactions had been rare since Grace Augustine's school opened, providing a shared connection but little opportunity for meaningful engagement.

"That matter doesn't concern you, Tsu'tey. I'm going home now." A blank response but honest.

Mēing didn't want to come off as rude towards Tsu'tey but she was speaking the truth, she didn't want anyone to know her constantly seeking signs from her deceased sister. Not as yet. Besides it's not like Tsu'tey cared right? he wasn't her blood brother, friend, mate, so why would he be interested to know her problems?

Tsu’tey raised an eyebrow at her response, his expression a mix of subtle annoyance and something else — worry perhaps — but again he concealed it quickly.

"It might not concern me directly," he replied, taking a few steps closer. "But I can’t help but notice that you seem troubled. And I have a hunch it has more to do than just being here late at night."

"Besides," he continued. "As the future Olo’eyktan, shouldn’t I be concerned about the welfare of the clan, including the future Tsahík?" closing the distance between them a bit more.

Tsu'tey sharp eyes locked onto Mēing's, studying her face closely, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness.

He wasn’t sure why he was so invested in her, but something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her unbelievable features that became an art in his vision or her strong soul within or her beauty at night.. woah. Either way, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than meeting the eye.

Mēing made a small grin at Tsu'tey's response, she didn't answer but he knew that was when she accepted his invitation.

"I say Neytiri is the future." She started to walk to the paths of the hometree, hoping he would come along.

Tsu’tey watched Mēing carefully as she began to walk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Her response intrigued him even more, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

As she made her way along the familiar paths towards the hometree, he followed after her, his footsteps falling in sync with hers. Despite the late hour, the forest was quiet once again, the only sounds coming from the occasional distant chirps of night creatures.

They walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft sound of their footsteps on the ground. Tsu’tey glanced at Mēing from the corner of his eyes, studying her as they walked, trying to figure her out.

"You always visit the tree of voices this late?" He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

"How do you know I visted there?" She asked.

"The direction you're coming from."

Obviously, Mēing.

She thought of a clever response to atleast impress him, "Yes, I don't mind being adventurous in the night. The night is young to me." Mēing answered, she was a lover of night and the night definitely loved her. Her beauty was divine in the night. Tsu’tey studied her for a moment, his gaze appraising. He found that he appreciated her honesty.

"You have a strange fondness for the night," he observed. "I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else in the clan who prefers the night as much as you do."

That was new, she just hoped that she impress him well by being different, she was the only Utuvom afterall.

"The night is a bad thing? That's new." She told, she genuinely wasn't sure of why the night was a dangerous thing to their people.

Tsu’tey chuckled softly at her question, his smile slightly wolfish. "It’s not necessarily a 'bad' thing, but it is dangerous. Creatures of the night are less predictable, and it’s easier to get lost or... attacked in the dark."

Mēing spoke in quite confidence, giving Tsu'tey a small smirk before resting her pace. "Well, Ewya is within me. The amount of nights I went on my own, not a single living had stung me."

Tsu'tey was acutely conscious of the way the moonlight cast shadows on Mēing's face, bringing out the smooth angles and planes of her features. It automatically made his heart beat a little faster.

"If you want... I would love to show you what I really mean... some day." She stop her movements, slightly facing him to let him think on that suggestion.

Tsu’tey raised an imperceptible eyebrow, stopped walking as well, turning to face her fully. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes at her proposition, but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk.

"Careful," he said, his tone slightly teasing. "You’re playing dangerous, making a suggestion like that to me."

But beneath the cocky facade, he felt a flutter of anticipation at the idea. He had to admit, he found Mēing fascinating, her confidence and independence a breath of fresh air in the sometimes stifling traditions of the clan.

"But I won’t lie," he continued, his smile widening. "I’m not opposed to it. I’m curious to understand what it is about the night that fascinates you so."

He took a step closer to her, his tone was softer, more open.

"And if I’m being completely genuine, I’m also just curious about you."

Mēing felt the first flutter in her stomach as Tsu’tey said that. She ignored the feeling, telling herself it was just the late hour and the adrenaline of the night making her feel this way.

She met his gaze, her own eyes locking onto his. The moonlight illuminated his sharp features, making him look even more striking than usual.

The tension was sadly cutted off when Tsu'tey's stern parents had caught them, not even recognizing the fact they finally arrived at the Hometree, seeing the people scattered around the shelter by doing regular, individual activities.

Tsu’tey froze as his parents stepped into view, their eyes immediately fixed on him and Mēing. He could see the disapproval etched on their faces. They knew all too well he wasn’t supposed to be alone with her, let alone in the middle of the night.

His father, Ateyo, spoke up first, his voice stern and anent. "Tsu’tey, what are you doing out here this late?" Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's mother, Artsut's, eyes narrowed as she looked between her son and Mēing, a disapproving frown on her face. "And with the false tsakïrem, no less," she scoffed, her tone sharp like to cause an endless bleed in Utuvom's heart.

Mēing's heart dropped by that comment, she knew she was different but it pained her that she saw her as demon blood instead of a true blessing.

Tsu’tey bristled at his mother's words, but he quickly concealed his irritation. "Be calm, Mother," he said, his voice cool and controlled. "Mēing is as much a part of this clan as any of us."

Ateyo grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "That may be so, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is improper for you to be alone with her at this hour, especially given your impending union."

Tsu’tey forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as irritation and frustration built up inside of him. He hated how his parents tried to control every aspect of his life, including his might to be future.

"I apologize for leading your son a stray, Rongloas. There was no danger when we were together." Mēing admitted, a lump in her throat trying to held in her tears. Ateyo's expression softened slightly at Mēing's apology, but Artsut's frown deepened even more.

"You fool!" she spat.

"You shouldn't be out this late either, young lady," she replied coldly, her eyes flickering over Mēing’s figure as if she was judging her from the flesh to the soul. "Especially alone with a young, handsome warrior like my son."

"Besides," she continued, her voice taking on a sharper edge again, leaning close to point at the center of her blue face. "There are more appropriate mates for my son than the supposed so called future. A proper, strong Na’vi girl who’s worthy of joining our family."

"Mother," Tsu'tey bit out. "Enough."

Artsut shot him a withering glance, but said nothing more. Ateyo, sensing the rising tension, spoke up again, his tone more neutral. "It's late," he said gruffly. "We should all retire for the night."

Ateyo and Artsut gave Mēing one last reproachful look before turning and disappearing into their home, leaving Tsu’tey and Mēing standing alone once more.

Tsu'tey's hands curled into fists, his jawline sharpening as he gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what his mother was insinuating - the same veiled criticisms she had always directed at Mēing. Her disapproval had been a constant hum in the background, a familiar refrain of fault-finding and disappointment that Tsu'tey had grown weary of.

"Goodnight, Mēing," he said quietly, his tone carefully controlled.

"Goodnight, Tsu'tey." Mēing's voice was still calm after all the tension between her and Tsu'tey parents. She walked away to go to her family but couldn't help to give a few glances behind her to view the future Olo'eyktan, she hoped her cheeks weren't turning purple and hoped those words weren't the last to say to him.

Tsu’tey watched her go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn’t believe how his parents had treated her, how they had all but confirmed that they didn’t approve of a union between them.

As he watched her retreating figure, his eyes took in the way the moonlight illuminated her blue skin, highlighting her lean, shapely form. He had to admit, even though she wasn’t the conventional choice...

Mēing was beautiful and wonderfully made.

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[jioohyo]

AHHHHHHHHHHH IOSBDKDBMENKWJE🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 I'm literally tweaking behind the screen rnnn!!! thank youu Nyy! I'm super shy rn I really don't know what else to say but to give thanks 💀💞💞💞💞

IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVE MĒING AS I DOOOO!!! this is just the beginning and there will be much more about her that I'm very excited to share soon!

SISTER, MY SISTER. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. straight up angst. necromancy. mentions of the dead.

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Days were completed to play hard, it was almost like a battle for Mēing. The soft rustle of the tree's leaves seemed to echo her sorrow, as if the forest itself mourned the loss of her dear sister. Saeyla.

"Will this work?" The Utuvom pore over to the young sage warrior, Neytiri. It was clear that she was prudent. "I won't answer that question no more. You can't question the Great Mother's creation, ma' sista." In that firm response, Mēing inhaled so deeply for her lungs to be tightened from the building up grief in her soul.

The queue being present to bond, it reached out to clasped with the glowing, fiber-optic-like tendrils, the tree's whispers grew louder, a gentle hum filling the air. Mēing wasn't on a drug nevertheless she felt so high, so free, the twitch of her pointy ears gave a visual aid of her soul being in glee.

The truth couldn't be just an illusion, could it? Yet, despite receiving answers time and again, Mēing's fear persisted. She had a habit of ignoring the truth, refusing to listen, even when it stared at her straight in the face.

The boundaries between herself and mother nature began to blur. She seated herself in the pulse of the forest, its rhythms and rhymes, its joys and sorrows. The tree's wisdom flows into her like a flowing stream of pure water, carrying the knowledge and memories of the people. The tree is gentle, guiding her, comforting her, and empowering her. It was time to keep her eyes wide open.

So strange yet a selcouth presence materialized before Mēing. The companion that comforted had been vanished, the vision has begun, the only relief is to see the past tsakïrem in a glowing foliage while innocently soaking her hand into the moonlit river.

That was when their glowing lime eyes met, a gaze of relief and profound connection. The Utuvom's eyes swelled up with tears, brimming with emotion, yet not a drop fell onto her cheek. "Ma' sister," she whispered, her voice trembling. She embraced the spirit, and it felt like a warm embrace enveloping her soul, a sense of homecoming and long-awaited reunion.

As they held each other, the forest around them seemed to come alive, again. The irenic trees leaning in as if to witness the tender moment.

The Utuvom felt like the same old youth again, just needing her sister's guide once more. The spirit's gentle whisper echoed in her mind, "Sister, I am home," and the Utuvom knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

With their hands still clasped together, they gently lowered themselves onto the soft moss covering the ground. Meing's voice was laced with remorse as she confessed, "Saeyla, I feel the guilt, it's still there. I never dreamt myself to be alone."

Saeyla's sigh was a gentle whisper of frustration, her words falling on deaf ears. It was as if a veil of ignorance shrouded Mēing's mind, refusing to let the truth penetrate.

"Mēing, why do you keep tearing your soul apart? Do you not feel my presence with you?" Saeyla's thoughts were laced with concern, but Mēing's only response was a defeated bowing of her head, her naivety still evident in her interactions with her older sister.

"I will always be with you, no matter what darkness you may face."

"You're not. You don't learn with me anymore, you don't help me harvest and laugh at the stupid mistakes I made. It's just... I don't understand." Meing clenched her jaw, her soul now being in presence of frustration. She was still grieving.

Saeyla just stared in a blank expression seeing the Utuvom still struggle for answers. She just brought her in an embrace, allowing her for the last time to cut out the nonsense. "It's like a cycle, Mēing... Being fleshly there, doesn't mean I am not with you anymore."

She continued, "Our bond goes beyond home. I will always be with you, in the mind, in the people, in your heart."

The embrace has ended with both souls being doleful, Saeyla stood up along with Mēing, her hands lifting her up to her feet. Interlocked hands once more, "My days are over now and it's your time to rise." Saeyla stated, and she looked staid.

"You are divine since birth, you are the chosen of the Great Mother. Show them all."

With all that being said, every negatively was put down to ashes, to be put down below Mēing's feet. In the blink of an eye, a glimmer of Saeyla's soul began to uprise, hitting Mēing's soul back to reality.

This was now the beginning the wake up call, Saeyla's preaches were over and it was time for Mēing to show her people who she truly is.

Just then, Neytiri appeared by a single touch on her shoulder, "Well?" her gentle voice woke Mēing in the small trance. The forest floor, illuminated by the soft glow of the tree, seemed to come alive, as if the spirit of the natural world comforted Meing's grieving heart.

"She's everywhere."

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FRAGILE MONSTER. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. angst. older sister figure!neytiri. again angst, real angst-. soft!tsu'tey. protective!tsu'tey, basically a tsu'tey that is all green flags. mentions of death, anxiety, childhood trauma, family loss (mēing’s older sister: saeyla's death, actually). sky people return. questionable ending.

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note. happy new years to all! and to those especially who supported me with my small project, there's five more chapters for 2025 so thank yall for bearing with me with my slow ass self 🥲 finally got this chapter out of the way but the others will be more intense trust!! anywayss, happy new year! may God bless yall unconditionally for the new yearr 💙✨️

Mēing felt trapped in a seemingly infinite cycle of sadness, as two weeks yawned open like a void. Her plan to stay hidden indoors, though sensible, came at a price: forfeiting another opportunity to see him, a thought that weighed heavily on her heart.

The light wasn't on in her mind to realize she couldn't imagine living without that fierce warrior that accepted her nonsense somehow.

Yet her foolishness knew no boundaries and couldn't help but include her bestie-westie that had no worries of her coating her trimmed finger nails with the sticky substance of the ripe spineberry in the fun.

Just an extra tip to be dolled up for the big night, a festival to recognize the reborns. The youngsters he trained, The future is definitely bright.

"Trust me on this one, Neytiri. I want to test this out." Mēing squealed, obvious that she didn't care about her own ridiculous plans, every plan was hope to her. Ridiculous yet it made her happy, that mattered to Neytiri.

But she feigned annoyance, yet a chuckle escaped her lips. "Please do not damage these amazing claws, abeg." She observed quietly as Mēing meticulously applied the vibrant red juice to her nails, each stroke precise and delicate.

Sometimes, Neytiri wondered what went through Mēing's mind, day and night. With her boundless creativity, Mēing was destined for greatness, no matter how expansive or modest her vision may be. Her intellect was undeniable.

"Do you like it?" Mēing questioned, her bright, lime-green eyes sparkling with excitement as she flashed a radiant smile. Neytiri examined her neatly painted nails, impressed. "It won't last long," she interrupted.

Mēing's smile faltered, replaced by a scoff. "Everything has an ending," she said, her tone tinged with philosophy. Neytiri teased, "That is right. I will lick every finger clean," leaving Mēing's expression disgusted.

"That's disgusting." She earned a snicker from the older.

Besides all the attention on Neytiri, it was now focus on Mēing. The contrast between her all day outfit and the evening's impending festivities was a stark. As she cleaned up all the mess she had made from just doing the nail art with unnecessary vigor, Neytiri's serious tone interrupted her.

"Is that your look for the festival?"

Mēing's hands stilled, her gaze dropping to the floors. She muttered under her breath, avoiding eye contact "Mm. Not my fun." The words barely escaped her lips before she returned to her mess, her movements abrupt and forceful. The silence that followed was palpable, heavy with unspoken emotions the older sat in complete wonder.

Neytiri's brow furrowed, her eyes narrowing as she watched Mēing's dismissive shrug.

"What changed? You've always been up for a good celebration, always practicing the swaying hips and all. What is different this time?" She tilted her head, her face showing an entire emotion of lost.

"Those carefree days are behind us. I'm a woman now Neytiri, well... we're women." Mēing snapped and tension thickened. Complete silence came from both, only the unblinking eyes from the fierce warrioress showed the meticulous situation.

"Says the woman who put spineberry juice on my fingers as creativity." Mēing gave a side eye.

Truthfully, time slipped away like sand between fingers, each grain a whispered secret, a hidden truth. Neytiri's heart yearned to undo the tangled threads of her sister's silence. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy, an ancient dread that smashed their sororal bond bits by bits.

The passage of seconds, minutes, hours – all blurred into a singular longing: for the truth to unfurl its petals, for the silence to break, and for the sisterly bond to heal.

Neytiri's head wasn't clear. And Mēing's barley was. It was a hunt festival night, their spirits should be uplifted not drowned in tension and misery. Yet, the older couldn't go with a dead departure, she cared.

"Well, Great mother would have bless you with a night that you never imagined, it will surprise you what are those longings. To make you feel free again. Be free again. Anyone of anything could give you a center to be yourself. Don't let the past trouble you, it's... scary."

Scary that an ancient tramua hit her, permanently. Scary that she's now seeing a hardened soul, no longer seeks joy. Scary that she's slowly losing hope that she'll ever see the joy she once loved physically and spiritually.

Mēing should leave. But she couldn't. It was like a rope behind her back, drawing her back in no matter how many times she chased for her wants, her needs. She wanted to give up but then just after that talk, she challenged herself.

An eerie entrance, Mēing felt like a stranger among others. She expected an ordinary festival but Ewya, was this one epic.

Thunder thumps from the drums outplace the thunder beats from her heart whereas the iconic blue flutes made all prance, jig and move about, wild in their spirit.

The clan was full of lively chatter and laughter. Some feasted, some got stoned, many swarmed around the trainees that were now the champions, boasting that they had pass the rite to become an Ikran Makto, telling their horrific stories to impress those nearby who had no interests to even hear them anyway.

Everything was scattered, Mēing didn't know where to turn, her head spinning, she couldn't even find her own parents, not even Neytiri yet somehow Ewya cursed her eyes by spotting the Rongloas from afar, it's like their faces will forever, permanently be stoned, demons in disguised.

Without notice, she felt a small form collide into some widespread back, making her flinch in surprise. Spinning around to see the actual surprise, her cheeks went purple.

"Tsu’tey." She gasp, his name escaping her lips as if seeing the great mother above for the first time. For a moment, all words fled, leaving only the unspoken language of their entwined gazes.

"Mēing, it has been a while." With those words, a bright smile claimed his face, banishing the shadows. As he beheld her, his eyes cradled her features, taking in the gentle upward tilt of her gaze. Her sharp, startled eyes sparkled like a newborn taking in a riveting sight, dumbfound yet resilient. The sight stirred a tender curiosity within him, as if he sought to unravel the delicate threads of her soul.

The stare felt like yonks, unaware of their surroundings obviously, well, specifically Tsu’tey, he totally forgot about his tellings of the Medusa, the kids twisting and craning their necks up to look up at his tall figure, some even poking the calves of his legs, eagered to hear the end of the tale.

She properly dressed herself in the mixture of cool colors. A perfected designed cross over top that was filled in green, blue and purple beads, pinned down to cover her bosoms except for the edge, various colors could have their meaning, black strings tied to the nape of neck to end the delightful of the top.

Same colored bracelets attached onto both wrists so as for the ankles, anklets, and a simple sage green loincloth, nothing special except for him to think. It almost as if she was chaining herself.

Enough storytells, a gentle yet urgent touch, Tsu’tey ushered the children along, his movements swift and purposeful. His hands guided them softly, coaxing them to quicken their pace without startling them. Despite the haste, his tone remained calm and reassuring, promising to share the stories later on, easing any anxiety that might have crept into their young minds.

"Would it harm you to put a bit more sweat into your appearance?" Tsu’tey questioned, seems to sound rude in the Utuvom's ears, making them flicker in deep offense.

"Why? so everyone will lose their shine for tonight and morons falling in love with me?" She snapped, that just made him chuckle softly.

"Already too late." He stated.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

Blank stares appeared into the picture yet Tsu’tey made everything back to normal by asking abruptly. "Why aren't you dancing? It's a celebration, is it not? Shouldn't you be out there, joining the others? tsakarem?"

"You want to see me dance?" Mēing questioned back, she knew herself that she was teasing Tsu’tey but she wanted to know that fact as well.

Tsu'tey's eyes burned with quiet judgment, illuminating the undecorated truth. "Yes, I do."

Mēing stood mute, her words frozen on her lips. Tsu'tey's genuine enthusiasm to see her dance was unmistakable. But before she could muster an answer, he grasped her hand, pulling her onto the centered floors. As they moved in a space to complete the circle of the people dancing wild and free, Mēing's hesitation surfaced.

"W-Wait, You don't dance." she said, attempting to deflect, stating a truth she knew all too well – Tsu'tey rarely surrendered to the rhythm.

"Let us make this night interesting. I'll dance for you." He proposed.

Now at the center of attention, Mēing knew she had the demons' eyes on her now, their gazes crawled across her skin and their interest palpable. But Tsu'tey's steady presence in front her remained unwavering, his eyes kept still on hers.

Mēing's breath escaped in a soft whoosh. "Oh, this is a lot of pressure." Her pulse thrummed audibly, the rhythm echoing in her ears. She scanned the environment, her gaze darting between pairs swaying in perfect harmony. Shoulders rolled, intertwined hands, there was no way that she too will be doing that.

Mēing's eyes widened, her own feet feeling rooted to the spot. "I don't know the steps," she admitted or maybe that was a way to depart.

Tsu’tey chuckled at her nervous admission. "The steps do not matter," he reassured her. "No one is watching to see if you mess up."

Oh Great Mother.

Tsu’tey's body began to sway, his shoulders rolling in time. Mēing's tentative movements mirrored his, their bodies almost touching. A hint of a smile played on Tsu’tey's lips as Mēing's confidence grew, her body moving in effortless harmony with his. The flickering flames of the bonfire cast a warm glow on the gathered Navi pairs, their traditional dance weaving a mesmerizing spell. But Mēing's gaze suddenly faltered, her eyes narrowing as she locked onto Tsu’tey's parents. Their stare, cold and her mind shifting to one of unease.

Tsu’tey's gaze followed Mēing's, tracing the tense line of her shoulders to his parents' unreadable faces, having no clue of the truth. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken disapproval.

He recalled, "This is your night, don't let the negative get in the way."

The music swelled, drums and blue flutes merging into a frenzied rhythm that seemed to pulse through every cell in their bodies. Her gaze, once fixed on his envious kin, now seemed to have broken free, her eyes sparkling with a newfound abandon as she let the music consume her.

Without thinking, she reached out, her cold fingers intertwining with Tsu’tey's warm ones, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. For the first time, and that made both of them had a huge curve on their lips.

The music surged to a crazed peak, and Mēing's body seemed to come alive, her tiny hops and swings of her head left to right, her hips undulating in a magnificent rhythm that Tsu’tey matched with effortless ease. Tsu’tey's gaze burned into Mēing's, the air between them charged with an almost noticeable tension. Time itself seemed to warp, leaving only the thrumming music, the swirling dancers, and the two of them, lost in the twister of their own free dance.

Without warning, Tsu’tey's arms wrapped tightly around Mēing, pulling her body against him. Her breath caught in a soft gasp, her eyes widening in surprise. But as she met Tsu’tey's gaze, her expression softened, and a hint of a smile played on her lips. Tsu’tey's face, too, was alight with a carefree joy.

"This is too much excitement," Mēing teased, her voice barely audible over the music.

"That is what makes it interesting." he teased back, his voice low and thick. With a sudden flourish, he spun Mēing around, her body twirling like a leaf on a whirlwind. A yelp in surprise made Tsu’tey laugh, mingling with the music, his eyes glinting with pure adoration.

The firelight danced across her face, casting a golden glow on her deep blue skin. As they moved, their bodies seemed to merge into a single, fluid motion, their steps growing more frenzied, more passionate.

Tsu’tey's parents stood frozen, their faces etched in distress lines. But Tsu’tey's gaze never wavered from Mēing's face.

Their movements grew wilder, freer, as if the festival's vibrant energy had unleashed a deep-seated abandon within them.

The blue flute's melody quickened, the drums' beat pulsating in tandem, and Mēing's and Tsu'tey's movements responded in kind. Their slow, deliberate steps gave way to a frenetic pace. The music seemed to course through their veins, unleashing a wild, unbridled energy. As they rolled hips, their hands touched, then parted, only to reconnect in a fluid, instinctive rhythm.

In the midst of this chaotic dance, their faces shone with unguarded joy, their eyes sparkling with a deep, abiding connection. The air vibrated with the thrum of the drums, and the sweet, lilting melody of the flute, as if the music itself had woven a spell of an unadulterated friendship around them.

As Tsu'tey's feet moved in perfect sync with Mēing's, the weight of his parents' disapproving gaze settled in his stomach like a cold, dark shadow. But he refused to let it dim the radiance of this moment.

The music swelled, and the crowd erupted into a joyful chaos, the people scattering in all directions like leaves with the wind.

Tsu'tey's voice rang out above the din of the drums, "Come on!" he shouted, his hand closing around Mēing's as he pulled her into a wild, careening run.

Tsu'tey and Mēing joined the fray, their feet pounding out a rhythm on Pandora as they twirled and spun, their laughter and shouts lost in the infectious din of the celebration.

His face was alight with an unbridled joy, his eyes shining with a sense of freedom. Mēing's hand was a warm, solid presence in his, a tangible connection to the whirlwind of color and sound that surrounded them. As they ran, the world narrowed to a single, shining moment – the music, the movement, and the exhilarating rush of being alive.

The music surged forward, a mad torrent of sound that swept the dancers up in its vortex. Mēing stumbled, her steps faltering as she struggled to keep pace, but Tsu'tey didn't relent. He spun her around, "Tsu’tey wait!" Mēing's cry was lost in the music as Tsu'tey launched her into a final, dizzying spin.

Time seemed to suspend itself as she flew through the air, her body a fleeting, golden blur. Then Tsu'tey's arms closed around her, pulling her back into the safety of his embrace. They gazed at each other, their faces alight with a shared, unspoken joy.

For an instant, they just stared, the music still pounding in their ears, their chests heaving with exertion.

"You moron!" Mēing boomed. Then, simultaneously, they burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the fading music, a joyous echo that seemed to capture the essence of the moment.

Tsu'tey's eyes crinkled at the corners as he gazed at Mēing, his voice low and teasing. "Are you alright?" he asked, his words accompanied by a gentle chuckle.

Mēing's face was aglow with the warm, golden light of the fire. Tsu'tey's gaze lingered on her, his expression softening into one of quiet admiration.

As he looked at her, his own face seemed to relax, his features easing into a warm, contented smile. The sound of his own laughter still echoed in his ears, and he felt a sense of lightness, of freedom, that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Mēing assured, breathless before standing up straight as she detached herself from Tsu’tey's arms. "I just need a moment to catch my breath."

In the moment to recover, she couldn't help but laugh once again before managing to say. "I think that was the most exhilarating thing I had ever done,"

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body buzzing with adrenaline. As they stood there, panting and laughing, Mēing's gaze met Tsu'tey's, and she felt a pang of reluctance. She didn't want this night to end, didn't want to leave the head of this joyful moment behind. Her smile softened, becoming a gentle, heartfelt expression.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the firelight danced across Mēing's face, Tsu'tey's gaze lingered on the gentle curve of her mouth, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

His heart whispered a silent wish: that he might be the light that guided her path, just as she had become the radiance that lit up his. But caution tempered his enthusiasm, for he knew that watchful eyes were upon them. His parents' disapproval hung in the air like a challenge, and he wasn't ready to confront it just yet.

Just then, the Rongloas appeared, their faces stern, their strides purposeful. Mēing's eyes flicked to Tsu'tey's, a question mark dancing in their depths. Without hesitation, she grasped his wrist, her grip like a vice, already tugging him into the swirling crowd. Tsu'tey's feet stumbled to keep pace, his mind reeling with confusion.

They dodged and weaved through the swirling crowd, the flickering light of the bonfires casting a golden glow on their faces. Tsu'tey's chest heaved with exertion, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the music. "My parents are going to have my head if they find us together once again."

Mēing just turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "That's what make it interesting," she said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

She tugged at his hand again, leading him deeper into the outskirts of the gathering, ducking past large tree trunks and foliage, the sounds of the festivities fading step by step.

Mēing made her way through the dense forest around them. The night sky was fully out and thousands of stars were visible. The occasional sound of an animal in the background echoed through the trees.

The sky was full of stars. The forest was eerily calm and quiet. The only thing they could hear were their shuffling footsteps and the occasional insects.

They reached a small clearing, far enough away from the main gathering that they were completely alone. The only light came from the faint glow of the fire in the distance and the soft luminescence of the moon and stars above so as for the biotic on land.

Tsu'tey looked around, taking in the peaceful, secluded area. It was like a completely different world compared to the frenzied energy of the festival.

They came to rest upon a breathtaking river alongside a waterfall from a distance, its crystalline waters cascading down a moss-covered slope. The night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flora, and the gentle melody of the waterfall provided a soothing serenade. The soft, ethereal glow of the moon cast an otherworldly light on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and light.

As he turned to Mēing, a low, dismissive sound rumbled in the back of his throat, a deliberate attempt to mask the flicker of anxiety that danced in his chest. His eyes met Mēing's, a hint of apprehension lingering in their depths.

"Okay, now what?" he asked, his voice laced with a nonchalance he didn't quite feel, his mind racing with the looming specter of his parents' discovery.

She went down to the river bank, viewing the translucent plants and fish in the flowing rivers, oddly swimming around her feet as if she was some kind of richness for them until she viewed something afar.

"There is a canoe." She pointed out. The canoe bobbed gently on the water's surface, its wooden body worn to a soft sheen by the relentless caress of the fresh water. The moon cast an argent glow upon its decks, just two bench seats being occupied with two massive paddles.

Tsu'tey's hands moved with a practiced intimacy over the weathered wood of the boat's hull, his slender fingers tracing the rough-hewn planks as if reading the stories they told. Mēing stepped silently beside him, her eyes fixed on the gentle, absorbed expression on his face.

"It looks sturdy enough," Tsu'tey murmured, his voice a low, thoughtful hum, as he tested the canoe's construction with a series of deliberate, probing touches.

With that response, Mēing stepped in firstly, not thinking twice, almost as if she wanted to impress him as she sat ladylike, her legs crossed, arms behind to support her balance, back arched and siren eyes batting gently and naively.

"May the Olo'eyktan take me across this beautiful river, where we can gaze upon the stars and be from the afars." She joked, seeming to be comfortable with him now.

Tsu’tey couldn’t help but chuckle at her witty tone and exaggerated body language were completely unlike his own mannerisms, he stepped inside anyway.

With a gentle push, the canoe drifted away from the riverbank and into the serene depths of the river. The water's glassy surface reflected the starry sky above. They floated silently along the river, the gentle current guiding them through the darkness. The bioluminescence of the river provided the only light, bathing everything in an ethereal glow.

For a while they didn’t speak, each lost in their own thoughts. It was peaceful here, away from the war party and the daily pressures of being a leader, well, leader-in-training. For a fleeting moment, he erased all tasks that put him to stress. Why worry about them anyway, when a carefree outcast had wrapped him in the warmth of unconditional acceptance.

For Mēing, she was drowned in wonderland, just look at her polished eyes. The silence was a clear sanctuary, a refuge from the din and chaos of a world that often seemed too loud, too bright, and too ruling.

In the quiet darkness, she found her own rhythm, her own harmony, and her own sense of purpose. And when the moon was met her own seeking eyes, Mēing felt most alive, most connected to the mysteries of the above, and most at peace with her single heart.

She was in her own sacred place.

It didn't troubled Tsu’tey at all, he was learning the truth. An interesting one, he thought.

"You seem to be lost in thought. You forget that I'm here as well?" He woken, a teasing note in his voice. Her head snapped to harken towards him now, cautiously arranging herself to sit in front of him, her long, strong legs avoiding his by placing them in the dark corners of the canoe.

"You don't know much about me." Mēing declared, it didn't seem to be an uncouth response to her, Tsu’tey was basically talking with a stranger.

But he just hummed at her words. "No, I suppose I don't."

He kept the paddles inside the flat, canoe dancing on its own, his gaze drifted back to Mēing.

"But I want to." He told.

Her eyes spoke but he couldn’t point out the issue just yet, it was like playing with the deceptive kind, all joy and laughter went to waste by the snap of a finger, deceitful and low. But did that frighten the blunt warrior?

"Maybe I shouldn't have brought you here." She finally spoke up, a shrug of her lips to seem recollected.

"Maybe you shouldn't have be so confusing all the time." Now that was a sting, Mēing took offense.

She paused for a moment, Tsu’tey's words echoing in her ears repeatedly. Confusing, "War does that." Her answer was cold and short. A defense he built up, even with her. She is just like the moon itself, the moon's child, a part of her was hidden.

"I'm not trying to disrespect you, Mēing. I will never. But we as people know, we should not hid in the shadows. Someone has to listen, and I have time."

He was right but her truth might be something most wouldn't even believe. Her mind was a maze of dark corners and locked doors where the shadows of the past lingered, waiting to pounce.

The memories she'd tried to bury rose up, their whispers weaving a maddening litany of fear and self-doubt. Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of what-ifs and maybes, as she struggled to quiet the cacophony of her own mind.

The world outside receded, and all that was left was the endless, echoing chamber of her own anxiety, where the only sound was the soft, insistent whisper: "He'll never understand. Nothing will change."

It wasn't until his warm hand enveloped hers, cold and trembling, that she felt the radiance of hope, like discovering light for the very first time. Tsu’tey looked at Mēing, a look she had never expected to happen and so quickly.

She did promised him another time, maybe this was the another time. She took a deep inhale as if it was her last before exhaling all the toxic breath she held out for so long she might've completely lost herself if he didn't give the undivided attention she desperately needed from anyone.

"I am a girl with alot of problems. It begun from the womb. I am not apart of my people and I really want to. I am rare and mistaken, I don't know if I am a blessing or a curse."

"Being different is the bad thing, is it? It's separating what you should have been." Mēing's ugly inner turmoil words hung in the air, a heart-wrenching expression of her deep-seated insecurities. Tsu’tey listened intently, his heart heavy with compassion, as he sensed the anguish and self-doubt that had long plagued her. Mēing's struggle to find her place in the world was evident, like a leaf torn from its branch, drifting aimlessly in the wind.

"I do not belong with the people, ever since I made her be with great mother... because I was too curious of the opposite. You all should have let me be stuck in that cage."

Eleven years ago.

Hearts bleed. Screams distressed. All because of a brainless juvenile that trusted snaked finks.

Snot came running from her flat nose to smudged blooded knees, her arms wrapped around her fragile body, her last hope to think she was going to see her people again.

"Mēing!" Was all she wanted to hear, a cry of relief that gave her a sign it wasn't the end, it was all an illusion.

Mēing raised her head to view the outside world, preternatural floors, deceptive screens, machines but what got her into tears was the sight of her warrioress sister and her new companion that suceed to find her.

Scattered arms to reach for a touch again, Mēing wailed for Saeyla, her only way to survive.

"Key! key!" Neytiri's mini call alerted the eldest that the most depended on, acknowledging the shape of the padlock hole and the single key above to unable to reach.

Saeyla immediately grabbed the lifeline, a tiny pebble in her hand yet she managed to open the cage and Neytiri yanked it to set the foolish free.

War was over, Mēing would never stood close to the pale skinned creatures. Trying to keep up with the others sprint, Neytiri taking the lead. Mēing's last thing to expect was to hear a cry in agony and a fell from Saeyla's hand.

A gunfire erupted, Saeyla's body jerked violently, her eyes widening in shock as a crimson bloom spread across her chest. Having no time to drive the youngsters away to continue their clueless lives.

Mēing just froze, mind was a maelstrom of shattered thoughts and emotions, as if a thousand fragile glass shards had been hurled to the ground, leaving only jagged fragments of grief and despair. Her undeveloped mind was a jumbled, incoherent mess, a cacophony of memories, regrets, and unanswered questions that swirled ceaselessly, leaving devastation in its wake.

Blame had coated the lost child completely.

The sound of the second shot was heard when her head snapped back, a small, neat hole appearing in her forehead. Her body now stiff and lifeless. Mēing's mind reeled in horror, her thoughts tumbling over each other in chaotic disarray. She stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on her sister's still form, her brain struggling to comprehend the sheer finality of what had just occurred.

The world around her melted away, leaving only a numbing sense of confusion and a haunting, unanswerable question: I did this?

Images of the pale skinned hypocrites changed for her, meeting eyes with them and their shameless, funny instruments. She wanted to do anything possible to let them be in the same position they let her sister to be in. Anger, devastated, grief, she wanted to explode.

"SAEYLA!" A bawl from Mēing's throat, now creating madness, the soliders shoot their heart of solids like lunatics right towards the two left standing that instantly hurrying towards the light.

"Enough of that talk." Tsu’tey blocked off the rest of the ugly truth, he heard enough and he understood enough. The weight of Mēing's self-blame was crushing, and Tsu'tey couldn't stand idly by.

With a gentle tone, he spoke, "Mēing, don't torment yourself with guilt. Your sister's fate wasn't yours to decide."

"You don't understand, Tsu’tey. You're not alone like I am." Mēing snapped, she could feel guilt coming right back in.

Tsu'tey scoffed, "I should relate to you in order to understand? that's ridiculous, Mēing."

"It feels like everyone hates me like I hate myself. Maybe I should've just kept my foolish thoughts to myself." Mēing's sigh conveyed utter despair, as if she'd lost all sense of direction. But then, she heard the words she'd been longing to hear - a message that, no matter how many times she'd craved it, still held profound impact: someone, actually, cared.

"I see you." Tsu’tey stated amorously.

"The faults lie with the sky people, only them. No one else. Not you." He added.

For what felt like an eternity, Mēing had been shrouded in darkness, held captive by the weight of her own guilt. But under the radiant light of the full moon, everything changed. The world, once distorted, now snapped into crystal clarity, as if she had finally found her true place.

The warmth of acceptance enveloped her, brightened her very soul, and with it, the world around her underwent an intense shift. For the first time, Mēing saw the world through new eyes, and it was all because Tsu’tey had seen her, truly seen her, and accepted her for who she truly was.

As Tsu'tey's gaze locked onto hers, Mēing felt the air vibrate with an otherworldly energy. Time itself seemed to collapse, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a universe of their own creation.

The gentle gaze of his eyes excited her, a soothing balm that calmed the turbulent waters of her soul. Her heart, once a timid, fluttering thing, now swelled with a bold, unbridled joy, as if it had finally found its true purpose.

The space between them seemed to shrink, as if pulled together by some invisible force. The tension in the air was... new.

That moment alone, Mēing knew that she was forever changed, that a part of her had awakened, and would never again be silenced.

But the enchantment was a flash, as the sudden listening of footsteps echoing through the forest floors, the presence was an uneasy invasion into the emotional night.

It made the Omatikayans snapped their heads behind, their eyes squinted in a wonder, it wasn't just light steps of any wild animal they could think of but the steps were heavy, to the point they heard it from a nearby distance, almost as if a beast was penetrating deep inside the nature grounds to injury their naive self of living.

Tsu'tey cautiously, paddled the boat, not a single whisper from the waves heard until the canoe met the rivershore, perfect into the shadows of the overhanging trees.

Immediately stepping ashore and taking Mēing's hand to follow along, Tsu’tey stooped low as possible and pulling out his hooked knife from his sheath creating a ring that lasted for a few seconds.

They moved deeper into the dark, the air grew colder, the silence more extensive. Mēing felt nothing but anxiety going back to coat her entire soul, Tsu'tey's grip on her wrist was the only thing that kept her anchored to reality.

Without warning, he stopped. His head cocked to one side, Mēing followed his gaze, and that's when she saw it: multiple figures strolling in the darkness but they were ridiculously... smaller and definitely weren't walking on six legs. To make things more indifferent, additional flashing lights were to keep their vision stable.

Mēing frozed. The sky people had returned, once again.

"Speaking of them, their ailen smell had filled my nose." Mēing low-pitched, her nose flared by their nearby scent, metallic raw smell and sweat.

Tsu'tey's jaw just tensed up, his emotions of ecstatic and joy turn into a sudden change of irritation. He thought himself was stubborn yet those dreamwalkers were worse, the worst, they couldn't take a hint and he wanted to pound it into their heads.

Mēing made a small click of her tongue to alert Tsu’tey from below, tilting her head to signal him to climb up the trees, swing on the branches to reach their destination. Seemed much easier, their nods exchanged a tacit agreement.

Thank Great Mother, their whereabouts weren't heard from the opposites, they were close enough to keep a sharp eye on them, their heads in sync, turning with a focus on them and their every move.

Their foreign language was much easier to hear, beeps and buzzes of their unnatural gadgets helped them to get something forbidden, they looked like straight up fools as their heads turn to no solution at all.

"...negative readings on the bio scanner..." One of the soldiers was saying.

"What the hell do you mean? We've been this expedition for months and now your shitty device won't pick up?" another soldier chimed in.

And then, one of the soldiers said something that made Tsu'tey and Mēing's hearts skip a beat:

"This might be the wrong place," he said. "those dapophet pods ain't the only ones we could use for medicine."

"Paywll..." The Omatikayans' eyes locked onto each other, Mēing's eyes surveying the gathered soliders with a deep disappointment. The lines etched on her face spoke of countless moons and countless struggles, yet Tsu’tey was the complete opposite.

Taking the advice what was told, Tsu’tey prepared his knife to raise and sprung onto all five, a grip was felt onto his wrist.

Tsu'tey's gaze met Mēing's, and he saw the softened of her sharp eyes, they flicked to the sky people, then back to him, and he knew the unspoken answer: Don't.

Tsu'tey's jaw clenched as he watched the sky people, a muscle twitched in his cheek, he wanted to do it all for his people, unapologetic thoughts in his mind.

She gave hand signals, starting with two fingers, pointing them between them then additional three, a whole hand a singular finger from the other were pointed out from the forest to the sky people, a warning.

Tsu'tey's gaze lingered on the sky people, his chest rising with a slow, controlled breath. Mēing's eyes never left his, her expression a quiet plea for caution.

His gaze fell, his eyes drifting to the ground as he struggled to contain his emotions. Mēing's stare alone weakened him, a reminder of the impossible odds they faced.

A slow exhale escaped his nostrils, and his shoulders sagged in defeat, placing back the knife to the sheath.

As they watched the sky people moved on with their forbidden lives, the silence was strong between the once friends, both couldn't look at each other, agree to disagree.

Tomorrow will be another day. They hoped.

[jioohyo]

REDAMANCY. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. fluff. slow burn romance. corny pickup lines. awkward interactions between mēing and tsu'tey. slight angst. a slight quarrel with mēing's family (the kxengs). tsu'tey's unhealthy childhood.

taglist. @fluorynn @jakesullyfatjuicypeen @taintedheartx @xstarsdiary @tadomikiku @sunofpandora @xwackk @futuraesposadosebastian @marymary-diva17

Mēing couldn't help it. Somehow, it was wrong to be so close with the future Olo’eyktan who clearly had no negative thoughts about her either. Her thoughts had magically changed about him, was it apart of the growth she had over the years? Interactions were rare between them, obviously, because the only memory she remembered of him was his hand grasped firmly on her shoulder, pulling her away from the recent lost she just had. That touch was just the beginning.

Tsu’tey had it all especially the role he had, to protect all the people, to be the leader always, the power to let all ladies be on their knees for the alpha. She doesn't wrong them, or the reason of their knees were on floors for him was the future he held firmly on, themselves coated in complete lies to say they see him who he really was.

He might have not even taken her seriously anyway, besides who was her? A lonely Utuvom who had the problems since birth.

Mēing knew she should heed his parents' words, but every time she saw him, his chiseled features and piercing golden eyes left her breathless. Her heart will race uncontrollably, pounding in her chest like a drum, as a sudden, intense longing for him swept over her in the style of a speeding palulukan. Those moments, she couldn't help but be drawn to his strength and beauty, her emotions overwhelming her senses.

Omatikaya's forest's spring air hitted Mēing like a cold shiver up her spine, woody smell of the cool mud coating beneath her feet filled her nostrils alongside the fresh smell of berries she picked one by one in her woven basket, made it herself.

Even frequent activities couldn't distract herself from the thought of him, it was making her insane and the worst part of it all for her, she didn't want to stop feeling that way.

Unaware, Tsu’tey watched her from a distance, his eyes following her every movement. He couldn’t help but notice the grace and ease with which she moved, picking the fruits with practiced dexterity.

As much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny the way he felt when he looked at her. Despite everything — his parents’ disapproval, the traditions of the clan, his own sense of duty and responsibility — he found himself drawn to her.

Against his better judgement, he found himself walking towards her.

There it was again, to keep his eyes focused on her impeccable features, they were just the best out of all, it was impossible that his own parents found them like a disgusting hexapede. The eyes were a siren's call, they weren't the common enormous perhaps sharp with permanent lime green pupils. Kinky, thick, shoulder-lengthed hair that plaited perfectly with a thin fuzz exposing the weeks it had been styled. Thin but shapely, curves natural, navy stripe patterns, strong soul. All that being said Tsu’tey saw a Nalor in his view.

Beautiful visually.

Finally announcing his presence, he called. "Mēing."

She looked up, her eyes widening in mild surprise. Probably hadn't seen him due to the attention she fully gave on the rare task of harvesting the raw fruits from the various branches and trees. "Tsu’tey, I didn't see you there."

Oh Ewya, her cheeks were increasing purple, again. It wasn't a normal singularly in his gaze, he looked at her as if there was something in her worth looking at. But both couldn't figure out what.

"I just saw you over here gathering fruits," He explained, feeling a slight flutter in his stomach. "You’re very efficient."

Was there any better word he could think of? No. He sounded so formal but keen, and she was probably seeing right through it. Atleast he was honest.

Yet, Mēing smiled sweetly at Tsu'tey's words. She fell in love with his soul before she could even touch his navy blue skin. "Thank you. It might impact my big roles for the future but it's a daily basis for me." She replied, her tone breezy and unconcerned.

Tsu’tey hummed in acknowledgment, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He’d had countless conversations with Mēing before, but for some reason, this one felt different. He couldn’t quite place why, but he suddenly found himself tongue-tied.

The future Olo’eyktan tried to think of something else to say, but his mind had gone blank. All he could focus on was the way the sunlight was illuminating the Utuvom's features, the sun was paid object to shine on those lime green eyes, he could've sorn he found the afterlife paradise in them.

Finally, he managed to find some semblance of words. "Your eyes are far from this world." He blurted out, almost grimacing at how stupid it sounded.

Mēing gave Tsu'tey a bemused smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement, fooding her with sincere praise made her realize that there was hope in their bond, a foundation strong enough to withstand life's challenges. With every kind word, her heart swelled with renewed faith, envisioning a tomorrow where their connection would flourish, nurtured by mutual respect and devotion.

"Is that your way of showing your attraction?" She teased, a playful tilt to her voice before placing her basket carefully onto the muddy floors, pausing her task and gave him the undivided attention that he needed, from her.

Tsu’tey felt his cheeks heat up slightly at her playful taunting. Is this how it feels when being teased by woman? He loved it.

"I appreciate the praise," she said, her tone humble. "But I am only doing what’s expected of me. It is nothing special."

"Hm, just doing what is expected." He shot back, his tone slightly huffy but a small smirk on his lips. "I don’t see the other women collecting fruits this efficiently." Now that made Mēing attached her palms onto her hips.

"Maybe you're just not looking hard enough." She commented and it seem genuine to her just by the bland tone.

Tsu’tey made a cocky chuckle, a retort on the tip of his tongue but then his eyes fell on her grinned lips, and the words died in his throat. In that moment, he forgot about his responsibilities, his duties, his parents’ disapproval. He forgot about everything but the beauty and spark of the woman in front of him.

But Mēing noticed the anonymous gaze, quite. The way his eyes seemed to linger on her features. Her stomach did a little flip at the attention he was giving her, purple cheeks increasing.

He shrug himself slightly, trying to push the thought away. This was dangerous territory. He couldn’t let himself get carried away like this.

"That’s not what I meant," he said, recovering somewhat. He took a step closer to her, trying to regain his usual authoritative demeanor. "I mean that you are clearly more skilled than most."

As he spoke, he found himself studying the details of her face - the shape of her diamond chin, the curve of her cheekbone. Why was he so hyper-aware of every little thing about her?

Conversely, Mēing continued to pick out fruits from the trees. "I'm different." she told, her voice a little breathless. She could feel the energy between them shifting, becoming charged with a strange kind of tension.

Tsu’tey knew he was treading on dangerous ground here. This was the woman his parents didn’t approve of, the woman who was destined to become the next Tsahìk in a competition with her close fierce companion, that shouldn’t be the case. He shouldn’t be wanting her, shouldn’t be talking to her. If liking her was wrong, he didn't want to be right.

"So, are you still leading the young people? They want to be like you, the fierce warrior, some day." Mēing brought up the question, moving on to start strolling her way to more riped trees.

"Yes," he said, his tone now back to its usual confident swagger. "They look up to me, I have to lead them the right way."

"And they are all getting better. They are fast, strong, and brave. They'll make great warriors one day." That's what she wanted to hear from him, right?

It wasn’t exactly the truth. While some of the young hunters were indeed skilled and promising, others were struggling to keep up.

"That's good. You should start your teachings now, they have been waiting..." Mēing pointed out, few young warriors behind them waiting on Tsu'tey, armed and prepared for the next training.

Tsu’tey grunted in acknowledgment. He had been so caught up talking to Mēing that he had forgotten about the young warriors waiting for him.

"You're right," he said, his gaze flickering between her and the waiting warriors. "I have to go.”

He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to continue talking to her, to keep drinking in the sight of her. But he had responsibilities to fulfill. With a nod of farewell, he walked over to the young warriors, mentally steeling himself for his training duties.

An immediate pause on his way, an incredibly risky plan came in mind, consequences would be severe, eventually. And yet, as he looked at her, at the wise gleam in her eyes, he found himself unable to refuse on leading her a stray once again. He was powerless against her.

"Before the eclipse. We'll fly together."

Why miss that opportunity?

"Teylu? gross!" Mēing gawked at the scent of the insects coated in brown and red-hot spices getting fried inside the pot, the scent basically spread around the Kxeng's small opened-spaced home. She might as well skip supper.

"It is a good protein, Mēing. Makes your bones nice and strong just like 'tiri." Of course, Mother Ma'eve would say that to make her baby eat, she had seen it rarely, probably days even.

It didn't changed the fact of how disgusted she was, it's like the more they age, the more their brains tells them the false is the truth, "Ugh! Father, you know how I hate them. Saeyla always told you and you listened."

"Days like that, Mēing, is erased. Saeyla is resting now." Sekani pointed out the truth, Mēing didn't believe in the truth, she knows a warrior like her sister will never rest just like the final day. To make matters at ease, Mēing stomped her way towards the fruits in her basket, collecting water to wash off the rough, bumpy skins.

Ma'eve palpably noticed Mēing's blue behavior. She somehow had gotten frustrated, very frustrated, was that apart of growth she thought? or something deeper. She will remember to not prepare Teylu next time.

"Well my daughter... Have you planned your garbs for the war party?" She checked yet had felt hopeless about her saying yes. Mēing thought for moment, starting to peel off the skin of the Yovo fruit as if she didn't heard that question the first. "No mother, I rather stay indoors."

The parents gave a stare of agony, Sekani gave a shrug to not say anything which would lead for an miserable Ma'eve if he did. Wistful but truthful enough but Mother wasn't going to accept.

"You are a woman now, Mēing. The tsahìk, soon enough. Six years is too much now, you need to live again." She orated at the Utuvom.

"I'm sure ma' sweet girl Neytiri is telling you the same thing." She added. The more she spoke, the more Mēing's mind was about to explode. Healing doesn't comes in one step.

Mēing snapped and instantly pushed the fruits aside to confront, "She's not the only one."

Two could play that game, Ma'eve paused her cooking as well. "So who else then?" Her tone patently in troublesome, her eyes becoming stern. It wasn't an aim to bring her to shame, all she wanted was her carefree baby again, she didn't want to lose the last.

Mēing didn’t know what she wanted at this point if her mother was acting like this, it might be worse if she spill out the truth, the real truth. "Of course, you, mother... Father, Mother Mo'at, Tsu’tey—"

"TSU'TEY?!"

What a fright by the roaring union, the parents' lime green eyes were bright as a shining star, it terrified her how that name only could give them such a anonymous thought as if he was a danger to her as well.

"Yes...?" Mēing didn't bother anyway, she might've loved the danger. She went back to preparing her own meal.

Sekani and Ma'eve were flustered, their daughter interracting with a young, handsome warrior that has such wicked birth givers. Alot of problems combined with that instantly, for them to be interacting. She was a target.

"Well it's not like my special child is doing anything wrong, those manics hated her since birth, Ewya hasn't blessed them one bit, their faces already aging like a rotten—" Sekani got his mouth shut by Ma'eve perfectly flicked and aimed a tiny stone right on his forehead, his mouth got way overboard.

The marcid daughter snickered silently.

"What Father is saying, Mēing. Tsu’tey isn't a problem, beware the leaders of Rongloa." Ma'eve corrected, giving a side glare at Sekani before making a thin grin at Mēing to show atleast the bright side of his response.

That warning was just the beginning of a star. Anyway, Mēing just hummed in response. If Ewya was before her, who dares to touch her?

The rest of the day passed by slowly, the golden sun began to dip below the horizon. The forest, alive with the gentle glow of its native flora, seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. In a secluded glade, nestled deep within the trees.

Mēing awaited the future Olo’eyktan's arrival, her senses heightened in anticipation. The soft crunch of footsteps signaled his approach, and she turned to behold his stern yet calmed face. They met beneath the boughs of a sentinel tree, its branches twisted and gnarled with age.

"You came," he said quietly, his eyes flicking over her. "I wasn't sure you would."

Mēing sensed Tsu'tey presence, already smiling warmly towards him. She walked towards him with a skip of joy. "Why wouldn't I?" She asked him, she didn't even need to tilt her head to made a straight eye contact.

Tsu'tey shrugged slightly, his nerves still jangling a bit. "We should be distant from each other." He looked at her with obvious compassion, taking in her smile.

"I'm glad we both didn’t." They were already in deep, the pull they had on each other was too strong to resist, a great connection.

Mēing studied Tsu'tey for a moment, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deceit. Finding only sincerity, she grinned. "Mm." she murmured.

The Utuvom swayed herself away from the future Olo’eyktan as she made a significant call as if to call her own ikran. Rustling from the trees were heard and felt, immediately the banshee roared in a might to meet her special bond but this ikran was different, different in colors. Rare colors of blues and purples, imagine her in the moonlight.

It wasn't any blue at all, she emerged from the trees was unlike any he had ever seen. Her skin was a vivid blue color, with iridescent neon purple wings that shimmered in the evening light. Mēing had cupped her sharp jaw then feeding her various seeds, she met with Tsu’tey's eyes again, the only response she gave was a hubristic curved smirk.

"Beautiful ikran." Tsu'tey was flustered, there was two them, two out-of-this-world creatures. She could see the surprise and admiration in his eyes. "Thank you," she replied.

"Her name is Taeya." She gave a sharp whistle and Taeya lowered her body, her large, sharp grey eyes fixed on Tsu'tey, taking in a new presence.

After awhile, she made an agile move to get on Taeya's back, holding onto the saddle firmly before squatting low and made her strong bond between their queues.

Tsu’tey cleared his throat, trying to sound casual as he began calling for his own ikran. Maybe he was showing way too much interest.

"Mine's Mu'say," he said, his eyes still on Mēing as he waited for his own to join them.

Sure enough, in a few moments, Mu'say emerged from the trees, his deep purple coloring a stark contrast to Taeya’s vibrant blue. With a mighty roar, he landed beside Tsu’tey, lowering his body slightly so his rider could mount.

Tsu’tey climbed up on Mu'say's back, securing himself in the saddle. He looked over at Mēing, his heart racing with anticipation.

"Ready?" he asked, a hint of thrill in his voice.

An unexpected small salute, her expression one of excitement and daring. Without even responding, Mēing's made a small kick to Taeya's side to signal her to take off. Taeya leapt into the air, powerful wings flapping as she soared higher and higher into the sky.

Tsu’tey urged Mu'say to follow, and soon they were both flying in the air, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the forest below.

As they flew ikran together, the evening sun casting a golden glow upon their faces, it felt as effortless like the spring breeze. Their ikran's wings beat in a slow, sensual rhythm, as if mirroring the pulse of their passion.

Mēing felt Tsu’tey's piercing eyes upon her, burning with a fire that seemed to melt the very air around them. The world receded, leaving only the thrum of the ikran's wings, and the thrum of her heart, beating in time with his. In this fleeting, eternal moment, she knew she was home, her soul entwined with his, their connection soaring on the wings of the ikran, untethered and free.

Tsu’tey followed closely behind Mēing and Taeya, Mu'say keeping a steady pace beside them. He took a moment to look down at the world below, the trees and waterways becoming a sprawling, vivid landscape.

He glanced over at Mēing, his heart quickening as he took in her radiant figure. Flying with her felt natural, like it was something he should have been doing all along.

He yelled over to her, the wind playing against his face. "Where are we going!?"

Mēing had a wide smile on her face as they continued to dash through the sky, the sun dipping lower and lower on the horizon.

"Wherever the wind takes us!" she yelled back, her voice carried away by the wind.

The two of them continued their flight, the vastness of the sky and the fading daylight providing them with a sense of freedom and solitude. With each beat of their ikran’s wings, Tsu’tey felt the pull to Mēing growing stronger.

It made him let out a small laugh as he took in her words. Flying wherever the wind took them? It was reckless, spontaneous. Dangerous.

Just like her.

As they flew, he found himself watching her more than the scenery around them. The way the wind played with her hair, the slight flush of exhilaration on her cheeks. For once, he was able to ignore the nagging doubts and worries creeping within him.

He leaned closer to her, wanting to get closer still. "This is amazing."

He didn’t solely mean the flying.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they continued flying through the vastness of the sky. The sun was disappearing rapidly on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of peachy pink, orange, and sunglow yellow.

Tsu’tey found himself relishing in the moment. The sound of the wind, the feel of the cool air against his skin, and the sight of Mēing in front of him, flying with such grace and freedom. It felt like they were the only two creatures in the world.

He was so wrapped up in the moment that he almost didn't notice as Mēing started slowly descending, her ikran spiralling down towards a small clearing in the forest. He followed suit, guiding Mu'say down after Taeya.

As they landed, Tsu’tey dismounted from Mu'say and took in their surroundings. They had landed on a flat, broad branch of an enormous tree. The place was quiet, peaceful almost.

He turned to look at Mēing, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why did we land here?" he asked, his voice hushed.

Mēing dismounted from her ikran, her eyes fixed on the natural surroundings. She didn’t respond immediately, seemingly lost in thought.

Finally, she spoke, her voice oddly quiet in the stillness of the evening. "Is where the wind takes us." she said softly.

It wasn't an ordinary scenery at all, it felt like they were on top of the skies. Billowy white masses glided effortlessly across the horizon, their peaceful passage a stark contrast to the stillness that surrounded them. The faint sounds of tiny creatures provided a soothing background hum, punctuating the contemplative silence shared among the youths. Vines and trees hovered over them as if they, themselves, protected both from anything, from sorrows, from temper, from reality.

She made baby steps close by at the edge of the branch sooner turned to look at him, her gaze soft and flushed. "What do you think?"

Tsu’tey looked around the clearing, taking in the quiet beauty of it. It was secluded, safe, the perfect place to be alone together. He looked back at her.

"It's..." he started, before trailing off. He couldn't find the right words to describe it. Peaceful, secluded, intimate. He had to be careful.

He met her gaze, his eyes locking with hers. "It's perfect," he said, his voice low and rough.

The air between them crackled with tension. They were alone, far away from the hustle and bustle of the clan, the judgmental eyes of their families, well his. They stood there, neither of them making a stance.

"How comes we weren't friends when we were children?" Mēing quizzed Tsu’tey.

The question took Tsu’tey by surprise, and he paused before answering. He had never really thought about it before, but now that she had brought it up, he realized that it was true.

"I don't know," he admitted, his voice a bit quieter than usual. "I guess we just... were always too different. You were so free, always doing whatever you pleased. I was always trying to live up to my parents' expectations."

Embarrassing he thought, his gaze went to the sides of his view. If it wasn't for his parents, if wasn't for himself denying to live his youth years as a happy-go-lucky kid, feelings wouldn't have left him so early.

It was always to be a man. The burden of masculinity had been thrust upon him from the dawn of consciousness, an inexorable force that shaped his every waking moment.

To be a man, not a curious boy, was the dictate of his existence, a cry that echoed through the corridors of his mind. The freedom to revel in the simplicity of childhood, to chase kentens and swing on itchy vines, was a fleeting dream, lost in the relentless march towards adulthood. His is a path of duty and obligation, of shouldering the weight of generations, and he was to walk it with the solemnity and purpose of one who knew that the mantle of adulthood was not to be taken lightly.

He paused for a moment, his eyes flickering over her face.

"Besides," he added, a small smirk crossing his face. "I don't think my parents would have approved of me being friends with a girl." Especially her.

He scoffed a little at the thought. He knew his parents. They were strict, traditional. They wouldn't have approved of him spending time with a girl, especially a girl like Mēing. Independent, different, unbound by the same rules and expectations as he was.

Mēing hummed softly, her eyes sparkling with unspoken mischief. Tsu’tey was different in her eyes, real different. Guess that makes them, both one of a kind.

"You are right about that," she said. "You were always so serious and devoted. I remember how you were always training, always working to be the best hunter to impress our people while 'tiri and I practiced our friend shake. Carefree and clueless."

Tsu’tey chuckled sheepishly. He remembered those days, vividly. He had indeed been serious, even for a young child. His parents had pushed him hard, expecting excellence in all areas.

"Maybe I was," he admitted, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice. "I was always trying to please them, trying to live up to their expectations. I didn't have time to be 'fun'."

"You were a bit uptight. But in a trap." She added, did she lied?

He paused, studying her face a bit. "I was clueless too," he said. "But it was like you had no worries in the world. Wish it was most of the times. All the time."

As he stood there looking at her, he couldn't help but feel a little envious of her carefree nature. She was everything he wasn't, everything he wished he could be. But the answer he got was just the same as him.

"Not anymore." She told, a hint of coldness in her calm tone.

The memory of that fateful day still lingered in her mind, a festering wound that refused to heal. Demons had taken her heroine away from everyone, leaving behind a chasm of grief that seemed impossible to bridge. Her eyes, once bright and radiant with joy, had dimmed like a lantern extinguished by the cruel hand of fate all because of looking at those once lime green eyes became empty deep inside, body stiffen and no longer to be surrounded when sleeping.

Tsu’tey studied Mēing face, seeing the hardening in her expression. He knew that the abduction and death of her sister had changed her, had left scars that ran deep. He could see it in the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, the way she was always ready for any disappointment.

"It's the past now, so I don't have to worry." Mēing's tone lighten up once again, trying her best to not show no emotions, the deceased spirit had comforted her anyway.

He remembered the days after the incident, the grief and anger that had gripped the clan. But Mēing… she had changed the most out of all of them.

He knew they were on a fine line, a dangerous path. They had so much history between them, so much to unsaid. But in this moment, alone with her in the quiet of the evening, he wanted to erase all of it. He wanted to forget everything else and just be with her.

Tsu’tey could see the effort she was putting into keeping a straight face, into appearing aloof and unbothered. But he knew her too well. He could see through it.

"It's okay, you know," He soothed the tension, "You don't have to put on a brave face. Not with me."

That made the Utuvom eyes soften up although, she didn't know as yet if she could vent to him. It was the same sentence over and over but who could she possibly trust at this time?

"You'll find me difficult to understand, Great mother is my only hope."

Tsu’tey felt a flicker of something — disappointment? frustration? at her words. He knew that she had always been close with Eywa. It was part of why she was the clan’s future tsahìk, after all. But he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy he felt at the thought that she could confide in Eywa, but not him.

"Try me," he said, his voice low and earnest. "Besides, Ewya is speaking to you right now."

He looked at her, willing her to open up to him. He wanted to be the one she could turn to, the one she could trust.

"I won’t judge you," he added, his gaze steady, "or try to fix things. Sometimes... all you need is someone to listen."

They stood there in silence, the only sound the dashed breeze in the distance. Tsu’tey waited for her to speak, to say something, anything. He could feel the tension between them, the weight of unspoken words and unaddressed feeling.

"Another time." Mēing told, not quite accepting him just yet, afterall it was rare.

That led for a nod in deep disappointment in his chest. He couldn't force her to open up to him, he knew that. But he wanted her to. He wanted her to trust him, to confide in him.

Another time.

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THE BLESS MEETS THE CURSE. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. fluff leading to angst. a starter of the forbidden love. mēing still struggling to find herself. mēing & tsu'tey interaction after years. strong hatred by the rongloas. emotional ending.

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As the mothers engaged in hushed conversations about matters beyond her concern, Mēing found herself growing restless. Forced to kneel in silence, she couldn't help but feel trapped, her gaze drifting aimlessly into the distance. The incessant fidgeting of the songcord around her hip had become a tedious distraction, while the meaningless chatter of the women seemed to fill her ears with empty noise, fueling her growing boredom and disconnection.

Truthfully, Mēing's mind was consumed by the urge to return to the Tree of Voices, driven by a deep longing to hear Saeyla's voice again. It had become an all-consuming obsession, a constant craving to hear the voices, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't truly listening. Were the whispers solace or a clever deception? The point is her mental state was just a mess.

Mēing was seriously flustered. Mēing was hurt. Mēing was traumatized. Mēing was a child.

"Mēing," A single call from Ma'eve, mother, snapped Mēing back into reality, her body making a mirco flinch by the stern tone.

All golden glowing eyes were on her: Neytiri, Mo'at and Ma'eve silently observe, Mēing wasn't woken at all. She was a agile learner, though she seemed to be trapped. It wasn't like her.

Ma'eve decided it was time to address the issue. She tilted her head to view her young daughter from afar, "What has happened to you? You haven't spoken the moment we come as one." She told with concern clearly.

"I'm doing well, mother. I'm meditating on the.. words?" Mēing mumbled the last response, almost as if she didn't want the others to hear that dishonesty.

Neytiri's eyebrow arched ever so slightly, her expression skeptical, as she murmured, "Is that so?" She knew better than to take Mēing's response at face value. Mo'at's blank stare betrayed nothing, but her tone was telling as she said, "Mēing, you may go. Take your rest." Neytiri accepted the suggestion with a nod, prompted by Ma'eve's subtle assent.

With that, Mēing left, leaving behind more questions than answers. However, her abrupt departure wasn't a sign of coldness towards the others, but rather a reflection of her own discomfort and feeling of being put on the spot. Seeking solace in solitude, she made her way to the Tree of Voices, where she would remain until the full eclipse, lost in thought and contemplation.

Well that was a failure, she failed to get a response from Saeyla this time which was odd but maybe the wake up call from her. A time to face reality but reality wasn't facing her.

Yet.

As Mēing walked, surrounded by the soft blue-lavender moon cast a beautiful light upon the forest alongside the delicate, bioluminescent livings that dotted the landscape.

Her feet barely touched the ground, as if she floated across the forest floors. Her long, firm legs carried her effortlessly, her thin tail swishing behind her like a silken banner.

Even for those permanent lime green eyes wandered upward, drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the star-coated sky. The constellations twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the gentle rustle of the leaves in the breeze seemed to whisper pure secrets in her ear.

Mēing's mind felt a sense of renewal, as if the weights of her worries had been lifted, if only slightly. Though her heart still ached with the longing to reunite with her sister in spirit, she found comfort in the heartfelt connection she felt to the natural world.

The land, the trees, the creatures – all seemed to whisper words of comfort, reminding her that she was not alone. In this symphony of life, Mēing found a glimmer of hope, a sense of belonging that transcended her sorrow.

As she continued to stroll, unsettling crackles of the forest floor beneath her feet broke the serene silence, sending a shiver down her spine. The eerie sounds seemed to come from all directions, closing in around her like an unseen presence.

Mēing's heart skipped a beat as her stress and worries, momentarily dormant, now sprang to life like a frightened direhorse, bolting from its slumber with a ferocity that left her breathless.

It brought more intensity, her great vision eyeing straight to path when she saw a towering figure emerged from the shadows, a muscular upper body and plaited braids swaying gently with each step.

Mēing's initial anxiety began to dissipate as she realized it was a man, but her relief was short-lived. She knew she was the only Omatikayan who dared to venture into the rainforest during the eclipse, making the presence of this stranger both unexpected and intriguing.

"Tsu'tey?" Thank Ewya. But what was he doing here? A future Olo'eyktan like him had other duties to do than to search around the bioluminescent forest.

Tsu'tey stood silently a few paces away, his figure illuminated faintly. As Mēing froze upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but it was quickly concealed behind his stoic demeanor.

"Mēing. You seem lost in thought," he observed, his voice calm and measured. "What brings you here at this time?"

The question lingered in Mēing's mind: why did he show such concern? After all, while they were acquainted, their interactions had been rare since Grace Augustine's school opened, providing a shared connection but little opportunity for meaningful engagement.

"That matter doesn't concern you, Tsu'tey. I'm going home now." A blank response but honest.

Mēing didn't want to come off as rude towards Tsu'tey but she was speaking the truth, she didn't want anyone to know her constantly seeking signs from her deceased sister. Not as yet. Besides it's not like Tsu'tey cared right? he wasn't her blood brother, friend, mate, so why would he be interested to know her problems?

Tsu’tey raised an eyebrow at her response, his expression a mix of subtle annoyance and something else — worry perhaps — but again he concealed it quickly.

"It might not concern me directly," he replied, taking a few steps closer. "But I can’t help but notice that you seem troubled. And I have a hunch it has more to do than just being here late at night."

"Besides," he continued. "As the future Olo’eyktan, shouldn’t I be concerned about the welfare of the clan, including the future Tsahík?" closing the distance between them a bit more.

Tsu'tey sharp eyes locked onto Mēing's, studying her face closely, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness.

He wasn’t sure why he was so invested in her, but something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her unbelievable features that became an art in his vision or her strong soul within or her beauty at night.. woah. Either way, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than meeting the eye.

Mēing made a small grin at Tsu'tey's response, she didn't answer but he knew that was when she accepted his invitation.

"I say Neytiri is the future." She started to walk to the paths of the hometree, hoping he would come along.

Tsu’tey watched Mēing carefully as she began to walk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Her response intrigued him even more, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

As she made her way along the familiar paths towards the hometree, he followed after her, his footsteps falling in sync with hers. Despite the late hour, the forest was quiet once again, the only sounds coming from the occasional distant chirps of night creatures.

They walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft sound of their footsteps on the ground. Tsu’tey glanced at Mēing from the corner of his eyes, studying her as they walked, trying to figure her out.

"You always visit the tree of voices this late?" He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

"How do you know I visted there?" She asked.

"The direction you're coming from."

Obviously, Mēing.

She thought of a clever response to atleast impress him, "Yes, I don't mind being adventurous in the night. The night is young to me." Mēing answered, she was a lover of night and the night definitely loved her. Her beauty was divine in the night. Tsu’tey studied her for a moment, his gaze appraising. He found that he appreciated her honesty.

"You have a strange fondness for the night," he observed. "I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else in the clan who prefers the night as much as you do."

That was new, she just hoped that she impress him well by being different, she was the only Utuvom afterall.

"The night is a bad thing? That's new." She told, she genuinely wasn't sure of why the night was a dangerous thing to their people.

Tsu’tey chuckled softly at her question, his smile slightly wolfish. "It’s not necessarily a 'bad' thing, but it is dangerous. Creatures of the night are less predictable, and it’s easier to get lost or... attacked in the dark."

Mēing spoke in quite confidence, giving Tsu'tey a small smirk before resting her pace. "Well, Ewya is within me. The amount of nights I went on my own, not a single living had stung me."

Tsu'tey was acutely conscious of the way the moonlight cast shadows on Mēing's face, bringing out the smooth angles and planes of her features. It automatically made his heart beat a little faster.

"If you want... I would love to show you what I really mean... some day." She stop her movements, slightly facing him to let him think on that suggestion.

Tsu’tey raised an imperceptible eyebrow, stopped walking as well, turning to face her fully. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes at her proposition, but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk.

"Careful," he said, his tone slightly teasing. "You’re playing dangerous, making a suggestion like that to me."

But beneath the cocky facade, he felt a flutter of anticipation at the idea. He had to admit, he found Mēing fascinating, her confidence and independence a breath of fresh air in the sometimes stifling traditions of the clan.

"But I won’t lie," he continued, his smile widening. "I’m not opposed to it. I’m curious to understand what it is about the night that fascinates you so."

He took a step closer to her, his tone was softer, more open.

"And if I’m being completely genuine, I’m also just curious about you."

Mēing felt the first flutter in her stomach as Tsu’tey said that. She ignored the feeling, telling herself it was just the late hour and the adrenaline of the night making her feel this way.

She met his gaze, her own eyes locking onto his. The moonlight illuminated his sharp features, making him look even more striking than usual.

The tension was sadly cutted off when Tsu'tey's stern parents had caught them, not even recognizing the fact they finally arrived at the Hometree, seeing the people scattered around the shelter by doing regular, individual activities.

Tsu’tey froze as his parents stepped into view, their eyes immediately fixed on him and Mēing. He could see the disapproval etched on their faces. They knew all too well he wasn’t supposed to be alone with her, let alone in the middle of the night.

His father, Ateyo, spoke up first, his voice stern and anent. "Tsu’tey, what are you doing out here this late?" Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's mother, Artsut's, eyes narrowed as she looked between her son and Mēing, a disapproving frown on her face. "And with the false tsakïrem, no less," she scoffed, her tone sharp like to cause an endless bleed in Utuvom's heart.

Mēing's heart dropped by that comment, she knew she was different but it pained her that she saw her as demon blood instead of a true blessing.

Tsu’tey bristled at his mother's words, but he quickly concealed his irritation. "Be calm, Mother," he said, his voice cool and controlled. "Mēing is as much a part of this clan as any of us."

Ateyo grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "That may be so, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is improper for you to be alone with her at this hour, especially given your impending union."

Tsu’tey forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as irritation and frustration built up inside of him. He hated how his parents tried to control every aspect of his life, including his might to be future.

"I apologize for leading your son a stray, Rongloas. There was no danger when we were together." Mēing admitted, a lump in her throat trying to held in her tears. Ateyo's expression softened slightly at Mēing's apology, but Artsut's frown deepened even more.

"You fool!" she spat.

"You shouldn't be out this late either, young lady," she replied coldly, her eyes flickering over Mēing’s figure as if she was judging her from the flesh to the soul. "Especially alone with a young, handsome warrior like my son."

"Besides," she continued, her voice taking on a sharper edge again, leaning close to point at the center of her blue face. "There are more appropriate mates for my son than the supposed so called future. A proper, strong Na’vi girl who’s worthy of joining our family."

"Mother," Tsu'tey bit out. "Enough."

Artsut shot him a withering glance, but said nothing more. Ateyo, sensing the rising tension, spoke up again, his tone more neutral. "It's late," he said gruffly. "We should all retire for the night."

Ateyo and Artsut gave Mēing one last reproachful look before turning and disappearing into their home, leaving Tsu’tey and Mēing standing alone once more.

Tsu'tey's hands curled into fists, his jawline sharpening as he gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what his mother was insinuating - the same veiled criticisms she had always directed at Mēing. Her disapproval had been a constant hum in the background, a familiar refrain of fault-finding and disappointment that Tsu'tey had grown weary of.

"Goodnight, Mēing," he said quietly, his tone carefully controlled.

"Goodnight, Tsu'tey." Mēing's voice was still calm after all the tension between her and Tsu'tey parents. She walked away to go to her family but couldn't help to give a few glances behind her to view the future Olo'eyktan, she hoped her cheeks weren't turning purple and hoped those words weren't the last to say to him.

Tsu’tey watched her go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn’t believe how his parents had treated her, how they had all but confirmed that they didn’t approve of a union between them.

As he watched her retreating figure, his eyes took in the way the moonlight illuminated her blue skin, highlighting her lean, shapely form. He had to admit, even though she wasn’t the conventional choice...

Mēing was beautiful and wonderfully made.

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SISTER, MY SISTER. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. straight up angst. necromancy. mentions of the dead.

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Days were completed to play hard, it was almost like a battle for Mēing. The soft rustle of the tree's leaves seemed to echo her sorrow, as if the forest itself mourned the loss of her dear sister. Saeyla.

"Will this work?" The Utuvom pore over to the young sage warrior, Neytiri. It was clear that she was prudent. "I won't answer that question no more. You can't question the Great Mother's creation, ma' sista." In that firm response, Mēing inhaled so deeply for her lungs to be tightened from the building up grief in her soul.

The queue being present to bond, it reached out to clasped with the glowing, fiber-optic-like tendrils, the tree's whispers grew louder, a gentle hum filling the air. Mēing wasn't on a drug nevertheless she felt so high, so free, the twitch of her pointy ears gave a visual aid of her soul being in glee.

The truth couldn't be just an illusion, could it? Yet, despite receiving answers time and again, Mēing's fear persisted. She had a habit of ignoring the truth, refusing to listen, even when it stared at her straight in the face.

The boundaries between herself and mother nature began to blur. She seated herself in the pulse of the forest, its rhythms and rhymes, its joys and sorrows. The tree's wisdom flows into her like a flowing stream of pure water, carrying the knowledge and memories of the people. The tree is gentle, guiding her, comforting her, and empowering her. It was time to keep her eyes wide open.

So strange yet a selcouth presence materialized before Mēing. The companion that comforted had been vanished, the vision has begun, the only relief is to see the past tsakïrem in a glowing foliage while innocently soaking her hand into the moonlit river.

That was when their glowing lime eyes met, a gaze of relief and profound connection. The Utuvom's eyes swelled up with tears, brimming with emotion, yet not a drop fell onto her cheek. "Ma' sister," she whispered, her voice trembling. She embraced the spirit, and it felt like a warm embrace enveloping her soul, a sense of homecoming and long-awaited reunion.

As they held each other, the forest around them seemed to come alive, again. The irenic trees leaning in as if to witness the tender moment.

The Utuvom felt like the same old youth again, just needing her sister's guide once more. The spirit's gentle whisper echoed in her mind, "Sister, I am home," and the Utuvom knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

With their hands still clasped together, they gently lowered themselves onto the soft moss covering the ground. Meing's voice was laced with remorse as she confessed, "Saeyla, I feel the guilt, it's still there. I never dreamt myself to be alone."

Saeyla's sigh was a gentle whisper of frustration, her words falling on deaf ears. It was as if a veil of ignorance shrouded Mēing's mind, refusing to let the truth penetrate.

"Mēing, why do you keep tearing your soul apart? Do you not feel my presence with you?" Saeyla's thoughts were laced with concern, but Mēing's only response was a defeated bowing of her head, her naivety still evident in her interactions with her older sister.

"I will always be with you, no matter what darkness you may face."

"You're not. You don't learn with me anymore, you don't help me harvest and laugh at the stupid mistakes I made. It's just... I don't understand." Meing clenched her jaw, her soul now being in presence of frustration. She was still grieving.

Saeyla just stared in a blank expression seeing the Utuvom still struggle for answers. She just brought her in an embrace, allowing her for the last time to cut out the nonsense. "It's like a cycle, Mēing... Being fleshly there, doesn't mean I am not with you anymore."

She continued, "Our bond goes beyond home. I will always be with you, in the mind, in the people, in your heart."

The embrace has ended with both souls being doleful, Saeyla stood up along with Mēing, her hands lifting her up to her feet. Interlocked hands once more, "My days are over now and it's your time to rise." Saeyla stated, and she looked staid.

"You are divine since birth, you are the chosen of the Great Mother. Show them all."

With all that being said, every negatively was put down to ashes, to be put down below Mēing's feet. In the blink of an eye, a glimmer of Saeyla's soul began to uprise, hitting Mēing's soul back to reality.

This was now the beginning the wake up call, Saeyla's preaches were over and it was time for Mēing to show her people who she truly is.

Just then, Neytiri appeared by a single touch on her shoulder, "Well?" her gentle voice woke Mēing in the small trance. The forest floor, illuminated by the soft glow of the tree, seemed to come alive, as if the spirit of the natural world comforted Meing's grieving heart.

"She's everywhere."

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The Forest's heartbeat slowed, it's pulses grew weak. Creations that once teemed with life was reduced to desolate, smoldering ruin.

Destruction of strays, families, a sister, was a stark reminder of the irreparable harm inflicted. A short moment was akin to a terrible eclipse, with an ominous orange aura spreading its hue, that seemed to burn from the very grounds of a blue-flute native land. In the aftermath, everyone and everything was left in ruins and no place left to call "home".

Death was surrounding them yet it was something subvent from the skies, to be elated then forgotten. They left her in a trance then a blood stained face, the fluid being her own heroine, who gave her all for just the naive soul. The faint cry of "Sister..." echoed through the air, a desperate attempt to shatter the trance and restore her to reality. Yet, her lime eyes remained still, her gaze transfixed into the Great Mother's skies, refusing to yield to the youth call.

Perhaps it was the little utuvom's fault, for she was so exceptionally perfect that it drew the attention of the deceitful, malevolent forces. The demons coveted her, seeking to kidnap and possess her, to extract a sample of her extraordinary soul and exploit its power.

But they would then abandon her, leaving her to bear the burden of their dark deeds, stripping her of life, happiness, and home. Her perfection had become a curse, attracting those who sought to destroy her very essence.

She was torn between feeling uniquely blessed and eerily cursed, as if her specialness had transformed her into a monster devouring her own kin. Though she yearned for answers to her unspoken questions, she seemed oblivious to the truth, her eyes wide shut. Yet, the unwavering promise of a blood sister remained her driving force, a bond that fueled her determination to press on against overwhelming adversaries, refusing to let her inner turmoil consume her.

"Divine by birth, you are the chosen of the Great Mother."

🛸 ▌𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, OC SERIES.

⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ MĒING TE KXENG MA'EVE'ITE ❪𝟭𝟳❫, half-witted if herself is a blessing or a curse. after the tragic passing of her sister saeyla, mēing held onto the past and the blunder that made her soul void strongly for eleven years — fear, insecurity and guilt drowning her all those years. not until the return of stubborn skies came to destroy her motherland alongside her eyes now being wide open, mēing took an uproar and fight for her people, for saeyla, for her.

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter one ✷ sister, my sister

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter two ✷ the bless meets the curse

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter three ✷ redamancy

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter four ✷ fragile monster

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter five ✷ bad idea

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter six ✷ face reality, skxawng!

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter seven ✷ blood sister

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter eight ✷ pandora's gem

〻ㅤ━━━ㅤchapter nine ✷ hello future

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: PROCESSING...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ೃ؏࿔ AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER ₊

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⟆ ㅤ𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 • 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 . . . ✷

៹ㅤ█ DiSCLAiMERS ! . . . This is pure fictional. I'm only writing for OC and entertainment purposes. Every Sunday equals a new chapter, only on Sundays. So starting next week, chapter one will be published!

I'm not a robot so please don't be shy to ask questions/talk to me about anything 💀 If it's disrespectful/uncomfortable/foolish to answer to me personally, I won't answer.

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៹ㅤ█ GENRES & WARNiNGS ! . . . It is science fiction as a whole because it's AVATAR. However it is a melodrama/tragedy based which means alot of angst, there will be fluff and goofy moments but other than that it's super graphic so if you're sensitive on kidnapping, depression, insecurities, murder, destruction, strong unnecessary hatred towards others, anxiety, etc. Please don't be afraid to leave and take care of yourself 💙

៹ㅤ█ JiOOHYO NOTE ! . . . This is my first series and I pretty much worked my ass off for it to be accurate as possible- This series mainly focuses on my original character "Meing." who basically started it all for the rest of my ocs that will be published soon! In conclusion, Mēing is the icon.

To wrap up, I cannot disregard my closest friend who has supported me throughout the whole days, weeks, months to get this series finally published, @fluorynn !!! (main acc: @etherynn). a sister atp ^_^ but thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell and (🦕) 💙 . . . SHE'S EVERYTHING! I love her 💙 Check out her recent post + her blog overall, a 10/10!

Furthermore, I really hope you all will enjoy this series like I said the main character is an OC but trust me... It will be mind-blowing 🙂 See you all on the upcoming Sunday!! 💙

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✶ㅤMĒING te RONGLOA MA'EVE'ITE, PROFILE. ⊹

▍synopsis. where you discover all about mēing's life and essential details!

▍notepad. as you lot can see, this is the first post I made for the blog, basically the main purpose of this blog :P I hope mēing is viewed positively because it doesn't end here for her which I'm very excited to post sooner for you guys! the faceclaim I used for mēing is unknown, the creator has made themselves private. however if you know the creator of the model please lemme know asap! other than that, enjoy reading mingming! <3

✶ ˓⠀MAIN INFORMATION ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ BIRTH NAME﹕mēing te rongloa ma'eve'ite

 ٠  ─ name meaning. (unofficial meaning) a great melody, blessing to the community • mēing ("meh-ing") means "walker" or "one who walks". mēing could mean a skilled 'walker/traveler', someone who has walked many great paths and has gained wisdom and experience from their journeys.

⊹ ៹ NICKNAMES﹕ mama meing (given by the sully children). sista and sis (given by neytiri and jake sully). the blue sample/blueprint ('nickname' given by the sec0ps). cowgirl (another nickname by jake sully). blue gem.

⊹ ៹ BIRTHDATE﹕ 2136 (november 10.)

⊹ ៹ AGE﹕17, seventeen (avatar 2009) | 33, thirty-three (avatar twow)

⊹ ៹ CLAN﹕omatikaya (formerly), metkayina.

⊹ ៹ LANGUAGES﹕the na'vi language.

 ٠  ─ english. somehow mēing's english is the strongest out of all her fellow companions: neytiri and tsu'tey, which was why she was the top ranking student in grace augustine's school. after school hours, most of the time mēing spends some time studying english and even carving basic word on the nearest trees. it wasn't a 'people pleasing' habit, mēing genuinely wanted to learn the language herself and achieved it.

⊹ ៹ BIRTHPLACE﹕pandora, specifically in the jungle.

⊹ ៹ HOMETOWN﹕the hometree.

⊹ ៹ RESIDENCIES﹕hometree ー high camp ー awa'atlu (2169 -)

⊹ ៹ GENDER﹕female

⊹ ៹ SEXUALITY﹕straight

⊹ ៹ MATE / LOVE PARTNER﹕tsu'tey (deceased)

⊹ ៹ HEIGHT﹕8'9" (266cm)

⊹ ៹ MBTI﹕ISFJ-T (the defender)

⊹ ៹ STATUS﹕alive

⊹ ៹ VOICE CLAIM﹕nakia | black panther

✶ ˓⠀HISTORY IN CLAN ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ OCCUPATION. ꜜ

 ٠  ─ leader. this is a role mēing struggles with, i mean seriously struggles with. she has already proved herself that she should be either the olo'eykte or the tsahìk, she is vastly spiritual and leads in flesh which makes her even-handed when it comes onto leading.

once leading various clans to war and grant them victory, eytukan would place her as the olo'eykte-in-training as an honor however she thought about that role endlessly until she was officially the mate of tsu'tey and himself being the upcoming olo'eyktan, she was crowned as the omatikaya's tsahìk. shortly after tsu'tey's tragic passing, jake sully took role even when himself viewed mēing being the olo'eykte. in conclusion, mēing is more of an advisor to the leader just like her parents with eytukan and mo'at.

 ٠  ─ warrior. mēing is a great warrior but not as powerful as neytiri, she isn't a fierce person when it comes onto war all the time.

 ٠  ─ refugee. mēing didn't dreamed of this title at all, she was reluctant of the idea to leave her home to be in a better place yet she accepted due to the strong bond she had with the sully family especially the two parents and was important to them on their journey.

⊹ ៹ ACHIEVEMENTS﹕ uniltaron, iknimaya, pa'liyä maktoyu, skimwing rider.

⊹ ៹ TITLES. ꜜ

 ٠  ─ utuvom. (made-up term) | the term 'utuvom' derived from the root word "tuvom" which means greatest out of all/exceedingly great.

a na'vi who is distinguished by unique characteristics (in flesh, spiritually, etc.) that set them apart from their clan, often recognized as a special or extraordinary type. mēing is the first utuvom in the omatikaya clan.

 ٠  ─ palukan makto. a palulukan makto is a na'vi who manages to ride a thanator. the thanator will not form a life long bond but will trust the na'vi that manages to ride it but these are rare occurences, however since mēing is an utuvom, the palulukan would form a life long bond but unfortunately was killed during the war of.

⊹ ៹ TOTEM ANIMALS﹕taeya (deceased ikran). mi're (direhorse). unnamed ikran.

⊹ ៹ COMBAT SKILLS. ꜜ

 ٠  ─ strength. 90 / 100

 ٠  ─ speed. 85 / 100

 ٠  ─ agility. 100 / 100

 ٠  ─ intelligence. 100 / 100

 ٠  ─ compatibility. 87 / 100

 ٠  ─ stamina. 100 / 100

 ٠  ─ flexibility. 92 / 100

✶ ˓⠀PERSONAL INFORMATION ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ TALENT AND HOBBIES﹕speaking english. cooking. harvesting. gifting her loved ones with her own creations.

⊹ ៹ LIKES﹕strolls in the forest. collecting food for her clan. cooking and trying meals. spending time with her family. motherhood. cooking. goofing around with neytiri. utumauti (banana fruit)

⊹ ៹ DISLIKES﹕RDA as a whole. war parties | she prefers to stay indoors. teylu (just no...).

⊹ ៹ STRENGTHS. patient with herself and others. good at finding a balance between extremes. able to comfort and problem solve. ability to notice the people and events happening around her.

⊹ ៹ WEAKNESS. rarely asks for help. easily panicked. struggles to express their emotions.

✶ ˓⠀TRIVIAL INFOMATION ⌒ ៹    ᜴

⊹ ៹ FACIAL TRAITS﹕V-shaped face. sharp jawline. high cheekbones. flat nose. sharp, deep set eyes. wide, plump lips. dracula fangs. elf-like ears. dark black hair, upper back length. 4a hair texture, plait styled.

⊹ ៹ BODY TRAITS﹕tall figure. blue skin with tiger-like stripes in a darker hue. slim arms. great neck posture. defined shoulders. three slender fingers. average size bosoms. slim waist. flat stomach. defined ab-line. plump, toned buttocks. thin tail.

⊹ ៹ UTUVOM FEATURES﹕permanent lime green eyes (omatikaya's mainly have golden eyes). kinky hair (omatikaya's hair is more like type 1 hair). taller height than the average. greater connection with ewya. | utuvom is a special kind afterall but is treated with much 'respect'.

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[jioohyo]

⟆ ࣪ ៹ ˚ㅤㅤ﹫MĒING te RONGLOA (KXENG) MA'EVE'ITE ﹐the utuvom. born in 2136 at the home of the blue flute clan and the youngest daughter of sekani and ma'eve.

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ THE UTUVOM . . .

mēing te rongloa ma'eve'ite's profile ✷ facts about mēing ✷ background history . . . | more chapters coming soon

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ RELATIONSHIPS

mēing's family ✷ familiar relationships ✷ mēing's love life . . . | more chapters coming soon

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ LOOKBOOK

mēing's wardrobe ✷ personal belongings ✷ personal 'pets' . . . | more chapters coming soon

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ SCENARIOS

chapters coming soon . . .

／˓𓄹 ࣪˖⌗ HEADCANONS

chapters coming soon . . .

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𓍼ོ 𑜞᭄ೃ 𝗝𝗜𝗢𝗢𝗛𝗬𝗢. welcome to ... ⊹

This blog is associated with the film franchise, Avatar. I also have original characters that is based on the film, characters I made on my own from scratch which is most likely my main content but I'll share other content sooner.

Feel free to know more about me, clicking this carrd link! Enjoy your stay 💙

001. mēing te rongloa ma'eve'ite ⊹

002. avatar: blood sister (series) ⊹

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