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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

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TW: Avatar Frontier of Pandora Spoilers, mentions of death, crime's against the na'vi, a bit of angst but not really, Jake and Neytiri love trope?

A/N: Sorry this took a while, should I introduce another clans mentioned in the video game? Sorry if it feels short.

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Kiri had taken you to one of the labs in the High Camp, so that you could meet her mother. Turns out that she was adopted by the Sully's, but she still knows about her biological mother. After you had put on a mask that allowed you to breath the human air, you were then pulled to a water tank, which contained her mother. "That your mom?" you asked, while looking at the what seemed to be sleeping na'vi. "Yeah, she's gone, but not completely" Kiri said, while climbing on top of the tank and sat on it, while looking down at her mom. You couldn't help but notice how much a like they looked. She must really be her mom.

But you also realized who it was. "Is that Dr. Grace Augustine?" you asked, making Kiri look at you with a look of surprised. How did you know her mom's name? "Yeah, do you know my mom?" she asked, now curious. "Not personally, but I've seen her a couple times with my teacher Miss Cameron" you mentioned. "She'd teach other kids, we'd refer to them as the 'Outside' Kids since they weren't kept in the building like I was." You said, seen how Kiri somewhat frowned, she had hopped that you would know something about her mom. "I wish I knew something." You said with a bit of comfort. Kiri only smiled while looking down at her mom.

You'd be bonding with a dire horse. They were huge, they almost scared you due to their size. Neteyam had guided you towards a horse, it was a male station. He was busy eating some kind of honey like substance from some flowers. Neteyam then called the creature over, the stallion gladly went to him. Neteyam then handed you a yovo fruit. "What's this for?" you asked, looking at the fruit in hand. "It's for the horse, to get him to like you a bit." He explained, then horse was now facing you, sniffing the air towards you. "Give him the fruit." He said, you then brought the fruit up to the horse.

The stallion gladly ate the fruit from your hand, you felt the juices getting on your palm as well as the horse's licks on your hand. You lightly giggled by the horse eagerly licking your palm. Neteyam only watched, in awe. He felt a warm feeling on his chest watching you interacting with the dire horse, he softly smiled by the sight. Then he spoke. "Alright, now mount him." He said, you wiped your palms on the cloth from your loincloth in attempt to clean them. You then moved to the horse's side, then you jumped up to him. You struggled a bit, but manage to get on his back, sitting up straight. "Make the bond with the horse." He said, you then grabbed your queue along with the horse's antenna like queue. Slowly you brought your both your pink tendrils together and have them hug one another. The horse then let out loud neigh and stumbled around. "Crap." You squealed, hugging onto the horse neck tightly to not fall. Feeling yourself panic.

Neteyam got closed, keeping the dire horse on the spot and prevented him from moving anymore. "Now, relax your body." He instructed. You nodded, letting go of the horse's neck and sat up straight. You took a deep breath, trying to relax yourself and clear your mind. "Now, focused on feeling what he is feeling. Feel his mind, his body, his legs." He continued to instruct you on what to do. You did what you could, inhaling and exhaling, keeping your mind blank. Trying to bond with the horse. It seemed to be working, you could feel yourself bonding with the horse, as if you felt his mind, body and most importantly his legs. You couldn't help but let out a small smile, by the little achievement. Neteyam couldn't help but smile by this too.

He moved away from the horse, giving him enough space to go through. "Now, instruct him to go forward." He told you. You opened your eyes, looking forward, to see where to guide the horse to. "Forward?" you said, almost confused and a now nervous. Without a warning, the horse then galloped forward. Making you squeal out a bit by his sudden outburst. Without a warning, the horse went a bit faster, then you fell off the horse. Your queue unlatched off from the horse's. You fell on a mud puddle. Neteyam couldn't help but let out a small laugh and going over to you. "Are you alright?" he asked. You then got up on your hands and knees. "Never better." You responded almost sarcastically.

He then leaned down and helped you up, not minding touching the mud on your arms. Looking down, half of your body was covered in mud, the side of your face also had mud and it also got in your mouth. You stock out your tongue and leaned the mud out of it. "This isn't the first time I'd eat dirt." You mentioned, Neteyam couldn't help but continue to chuckle as you tried to clean the mud off yourself. Neteyam then stopped and leaned a bit closer to your face, not too close, just enough to look at your features properly. "Is this a birthmark?" He asked. You then touched the part of your face that didn't have mud on it. You felt the small mark on your left cheek.

"Oh, yeah." You responded almost shyly, by how close he was and how he manage to see the small birthmark on my face. Neteyam only smiled, seen how your cheeks had turned purple. "Go get yourself cleaned up and we'll give it another go." He said kindly. "Alright boss." You replied, walking over to the water fall.

You and Neteyam were back in the village, your whole body felt sore. This was your first time in fifteen years that you felt like that, you were used to it, but everything just felt new. You had to go get checked, you were recovering well, thanks to the fresh air and keeping yourself distracted helped. After your check up, you went back to your small corner. You sat down under your hammock, with your notebook in hand and your pencil.

'Today was interesting, it was my first day in training. This was a bit more difficult then the training was used to. Instead of trying to drive one of the vehicles or air crafts, I rode a horse. A huge one, it was almost as if, it was right for me to be riding that animal, despite not being used to it. It was if I was born for it. Not only that, but Neteyam has a lot of patience, it's almost weird. I'm used to being told that I needed to learn faster and that fast results were needed, things here are a bit odd. I'm used to getting yelled at for not 'trying' hard enough or getting it the first time. I felt somewhat relifed that he didn't yell at me. Hopefully I get the hang of this new lifestyle of mine or just get used to living like the na'vi..'

When you were done, you place your pencil on the last written page and closed the notebook. You then saw Kiri and Tuk approaching you. "Hey y/n!" Tuk said happily, as if she was glad in seen you. "Hey." You responded. "We wanted to know if you wanted to come eat dinner with us?" Kiri asked, before you could answer, Tuk began to plead with you. "Please will you come? Please please please!" she begged like the kid that she was. You couldn't say no, so you nodded. "Yeah, I'll come if that's not issue." You responded, Tuk had jumped in exitment, seen that you agreed.

You were now sitting in the Sully's hut, everyone was sitting in a circle, you were squished between Tuk and Kiri who had been telling you what things that they were eating were. You were new to this, normally you'd eat the food provided by the RDA, which was terrible. You looked down at the huge leaf which had white bugs that were curled up. You grabbed one, examining it first, not sure if you have to remove something or just bite it. "Its Teylu, it may look weird, but it taste good once you try it" Tuk said, you nodded, still looking at the bugs on the bug in your hand. You then just went for it, taking a bite. It felt crunchy, you face scrunched up a bit, but you continued to chew tasting both the sour and gooey stuff. "It's not that bad, taste better then that awful stuff I've ate before." You commented, making Tuk laugh. "You can say that again." Jake chimed in, eating his Teylu.

It was silent at first until Lo'ak had decided to ask a question. "Soo.. Y/n, can you tell us more about school?" He asked. This made everyone's attention to you, they too wanted to learn what stuff you did at school. "I mean well. I learned how to read, write, along with other things such as math and science." You said. They just stayed quiet and listened, eating their food. "What it fun at all?" Tuk asked out of curiosity. "Depends. It was fine, but I didn't like having to stay locked up in a building almost twenty four seven. Besides that, we were mostly taught about Military. Some wanted to be marines, others wanted to do air force." You said, then Jake asked. "Wait, so basically you were all being trained into being Soldiers?" He asked, he had a look of confusion but he also looked modified. "Yeah, they said that they wanted us to show an example to the Outsiders that they would work with the RDA." You explained.

Jake eyes widen, he knew what you meant by that. Your words didn't sound genuine. You sounded as if you were programed into saying that. It'd make sense since he had learned that you were in the RDA for a long time. "What if, the others didn't want to do military?" he now asked. "Well, we had a choice, we could either do military, be scientists or go work in the mines." You said, as if it was nothing. Jake only nodded, processing what you had finished saying. He didn't question any further, he just went back into eating his food. For the rest of the evening you had been telling them more the pros and cons about school to the kids. They had seemed very hooked while Jake and Neytiri only watched.

After dinner, you had gone back to your tent. While the Sully kids were getting ready to sleep. Jake had a lot on his mind, he was outside the hut, pacing around, thinking about what you had said to him. "Ma'Jake? What is wrong?" Neytiri asked her husband, she had finished putting the kids, specially Tuk who had a hard time going to sleep. Jake looked at his wife, his look had some concern. "I'm thinking about what Y/n said." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "How so?" his wife asked him, wanting to hear his thoughts. "She..I don't know fully, but. It's obvious that she was brain washed into thinking way. Her and those other kids are obviously from other clans and were taken, but they were probably made to believe that the RDA had 'recused' them. I call that complete bullshit." He said to him.

Those words had made Neytiri go back to an old memory. It happened a while ago. She was still a child, she had heard that the Sky Demons had attacked the Tayrangi Clan when they still lived in the forest. She remembers how Ikeyni and Tsentey had arrived at the old Hometree, asking for help. She remembers seen their people crying in both pain and suffering. She had heard that they had set their home on fire and how some of the children had been taken, as well as some people getting killed. That was when she also learned that Ikeyni had also lost her daughter. She was too deep in thought that she didn't hear Jake calling to her. "Babe? Babe? Earth to Neytiri?" he said, getting her attention. His wife looked at him, she had a look of concern. "I know what you mean. Many years back, the Tayrangi clan got attacked a while back when they still lived deep in the forest. The Sky People had come to their land, taking most of the children and killed their families. Ikeyni and Tsentey had gone to home tree asking for help. It was sad to see, lots of people injured, some got burnt and their children got taken. I still remember the look of pain in both Ikeyni and Tsentey, they had lost their daughter." Neytiri explained.

Jake couldn't help but listen. I made sense on why Ikeyni did not hesitate and join in the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. He understood her a bit more. "So, It's a possibility that one of this kids from y/n's class could possibly be Ikeyni's daughter?" He asked his mate. Neytiri nodded. "Possibly, but we won't know any time soon." She responded. Jake could only nod in understanding. He really hoped that you'd learn about your true origin, where you truly came from. He also hopped that the other kids would wake up so that they too learn the truth.

It was a new day, you got ready for your training. You had change of clothes it was another top made from leaves and other raw materials. The loincloth was only a dark brown miniature like skirt. You were still trying to get used to these kinds of clothes, specially the loincloth, it was a bit uncomfortable, but you had to use these clothes. It almost felt like a requirement. Before you went with Neteyam, you went to check up on your classmates to see if their was any luck, but nothing. You could only hope that your classmates would be okay.

This time, you were going into the woods with Neteyam, who had been carrying a bow and a few arrows. "Have you ever used a weapon before?" Neteyam asked. "Um... I know a way around a gun, mainly a snipper rifle." You admitted, while you followed him, until you both stopped at a secluded area. "Hm, what is that used for?" he asked. "It's a gun used by Snipers. It's like a bow and arrow, but instead you're using a gun from a hidden distance." You explained. Neteyam just hummed. "We're you planning on being a Sniper?" he asked again, souding a bit confused by this 'Sniper' word, you nodded." Well, today you'll be learning how to use a bow" he said, motioning for you to get closer. Once close to him, he handed you the bow. He then proceeded to position you on how to hold the bow properly.

Neteyam handed you an arrow. Placing the feathered end on the string. "Pull" he instructed, then you pulled the arrow backwards on the string slowly. "Hold" he said, making you stop. Again, he preceded to fix your position, moving your arm which held the arrow a bit higher and placed a hand on your back to straighten it. "Keep your chest up and take a deep breath." He said, you followed orders. "Look at where you want the arrow to hit" he said, closely to you, almost whispering. You then looked over at him, seen how close he was to you. "Okay, let go" he said, you then let you, not looking at were the arrow hit.

"Not bad, but you still need more practice" he said turning to you, making you quickly turn away from him and look at the arrow, it had landed on a tree trunk, missing where you had wanted it to land on. You felt a bit embarrassed. For the rest of the time, Neteyam was teaching you how to properly used a bow. He was surprisingly patient, he didn't get mad whenever you'd miss your target or broke an arrow, you were used to getting scolded for the smallest thing. Your old peers wanted fast results and had a lot of expectations, this time your teacher seemed very patient.

After a while, your arms and back felt sore, same with your fingers. "You did good, still a bit more practice, but you're a fast leaner" Neteyam complemented. You felt a purple blush creep up on your cheeks. "Thank you, you're very good at teaching" you complemented back. Neteyam gave you a small genuine smile, which made your face heat up a bit and your tail slightly wag. "What else is there to do?" you asked. "Well, next you'll have to learn to get around the forest, basically you use all your five senses, but what's importantly is that you use your strength. In order to survive around here" he instructed.

Once you had collected the bows and whatever arrows you had left, you had the job to carry them around, as a part of the training. You were learning how to climb trees and walking around thick branches. Neteyam moved fast, while you caught up to him. This felt like those obstacle courses back in the base, except these were bigger and very difficult to get around. You watched how Neteyam got a hold of a branch and with his whole body weight, he manage to swing himself to another branch. You stopped, hesitated to do what he did, not sure if you'd be able to that high and not fall.

Neteyam had stopped in his tracks, seen that you were still across the other branch. "Y/n! It's okay, just take a deep breath and use your strength!" he yelled. You looked at him, then back at the ground, seen how far you were. You took a deep breath, placing your bow and slung the quiver on your back, taking another deep breath, you ran towards the branch, and you jumped. You got a hold of it, even though your arms were sore, you still manage to pull your body weight over to the other thick branch. You let go of the branch and landed on one across the first.

You wobbled a bit but you manage to catch yourself, your breathing had quicken by the short moment, looking back at the previous branch you were once on. You sigh in relief, glad that you did it. "It wasn't so hard now was it?" Neteyam walked over to you with a small smile. "Yeah, I'll have to get used to that." You said in a chuckle. "What? They didn't teach you how to climb and jump from tree to tree?" he asked teasinly. "No actually, my training was done on the ground." You responded. "Alright, come on" Neteyam said, moving forward again, while you followed.

We continued to walk and swing onto branches, it was also part of my training. This was much harder then an obstacle course. That was more on the ground, this was high up in trees. If you fall, you could possible break a bone or something, because of how high it is. Its almost a ride or die type of situation. It got more difficult. As we ran through more branches, Neteyam then slung his bow over his chest and jumped off the branch. All you could do is just watch as he fell down. Gracefully sliding off the huge leaves. You sighed, also slipping the bow over your body and leaped off the branch.

You couldn't help but let out a small shrike, your body was hitting the leaves. You tried to slide down, but that didn't work how you planned. Finally after falling for a long time, you fell on your side onto a soft giant mushroom and rolled down to the ground. You quickly got up and dusted dirt off your body, along with leaves. Neteyam could only watched, with a bit of concern. "You alright?" he asked. You only nodded, taking some leaves off your hair. "Yup, I'm good." You responded, feeling a bit embarrassed for because of what he saw. He only nodded, but took the time you see if you had any small injuries. "Alright, let's just continued on ground, so that you don't get hurt." He said, as he picked up your bow and gave it to you. When you grabbed the thin wood, your fingers brushed off onto his. You couldn't help but look up at him, for a moment. You locked into each other's eyes. The small moment was cut short when you took your bow from his hands. "Alright, lets go." You said, awkwardly. Neteyam nodded, while clearing his throat. Both you and Neteyam began heading back to the high camp. In an awkward silence.

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Syawn: bonds beyond clans

Hellooooooooo everyone! here is another long awaited chapter! This one is focused on Lu'Lafyon, the oldest triplet. Hope you all enjoy this one!

Syawn series

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After many wars in the past, tragic loss and new bonds forming, many clans have become closer than ever. The center of all these bonds are the Omatikaya clan, and to be more specific is the ever growing sully family. Their bond ties deep with the Metkayina clan, the Olangi clan, the Anurai clan, and so many more. One of the many clans the Sully family is very close to is the Tayrangi clan. The Olo’eykte, the fearless warrior and wise leader, Ikeyni. She fought so many battles right beside Jake sully. She knows him and his extended family very well. 

Dont think she is alone in leading her clan. Her mate and beloved, Tstentey assisted her. He holds not specific title. Not that he desired to. Simply being a ikran rider and teacher to the young is enough of a title for him. Of course he did participate in the war against the humans. Yet after that, he continued to live his humble life with ikeyni. 

However.

When they received word of the miracle birth of three na’vi children born from the same mother at the same time, they had to go see. Be a witness of something that is sure to be a once in a lifetime opportunity. And meeting them face to face brought great joy to Ikenyi. Seeing life blossom after many losses was always a welcoming change. 

Ikenyi and tentsey promised Jake sully and neytiri that they would vow to protect the triplets and that both would make a strong bond with them when they get older. Welcoming them to their clan should they like it. And it was a promise the couple would hold on. But among the three siblings, one of them would hold a unique bond with ikeyni. A bond she would treasure forever. 

The couple saw the children again 4 years later.  The Tayrangi clan were celebrating the newly adult na’vi who passed their iknimaya. As a great celebration, ikeyni sent a message to her old battle friend Jake Sully to come and give his wise words to the young adults. Give them encouragement and to be proud of how far they have come. 

And while the main star was supposed to be Jake, his three little grandchildren stole the entire clan's attention. Who can ignore three cute little ones? 

“Jealous of your own grandchildren toruk makto?” Ikeyni asks, teasing Jake one day. Many of her clan gathered around neteyam sully and his mate, the one who birthed such a miracle. The small family were centered in the village, a spot for everyone to see. 

“Nah, if anything I feel more sorry for them, they are not used to so much attention '' Jake responds. Ikenyi sees how nervous and uncomfortable they were. Heading over, she has everyone to continue with their duties as to leave the family alone. She bends down to help syawn, “forgive my people. They are not over the fact of your little ones' ' ikeyni apologizes. Syawn shakes her head and smiles “it is alright. We should have expected this. Yet we still become overwhelmed”. 

Bending down to their levels, ikeyni smiles at the triplets who cling to their parents' legs. All three silent while staring intently at her. “Hello little ones, do you like my home?” she asks. The triplets dont reply instantly, merely observing her, while blinking at the same time. Ikeyni won't admit it out loud, but seeing do things as one is a bit creepy yet intriguing. 

“Come now you three, we practiced before” syawn kindly tells her children. Neteyam and syawn gently push forward the three in front of them. There were slight whimpers of protest but among the three, one of them stood in front of the other two. As a cute way of protecting them. “A brave one you are '' the olo’eykte compliments. 

The one that protects the other two, was focusing on her head piece. A gasp of realization, the triplet pointed at Ikeynis face. 

“SLINGER!” 

She blinked twice, confusion was written on her face. 

“SLINGER! SLINGER!” 

The child repeats. And the other two followed. 

Neteyam picks up the child and gives a frown, “lu’lafyon enough, she is not a slinger!” 

Syawn was blushing in embarrassment. “I think it is your head piece olo’eykte, it almost resembles the head of a slinger. It doesn't help that you are covered in red paint…” she muttered the possible reason behind her son’s outburst. Syawn and neteyam were ready for anything the tyrangi leader would say or do. Anything. 

Except for her laughing outburst. 

They and others nearby saw how loud and penguin ikeyni was laughing. 

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh my eywa!! HAHAHA! Oh he has a good eye!” she cackles out. After a few minutes she controlled herself and composed. Standing in front of neteyam, she stretches her arms out. “May I?” she asks. Neteyam hesitantly hands lu’lafyon over to ikeyni. Settling in her arms, the little one stares up at her. 

“Lu’lafyon is it?” 

The little one nods. 

His siblings clinging onto her legs, reaching up for him. 

“Very bold of you to call me such a thing, little one. No fear, no fear at all” 

Hearing words coming from the olo’eykte, it brought some form of comfort to the parents. At least they are not in trouble. 

“Come, let me guide you to your tents” ikeyni says as she leads the way. Still holding lu’lafyon and the other two little ones right at her sides following close.

“Slinger?” tsentey repeats, eyes wide in surprise. 

Ikeyni couldn't help but giggle some more as she prepares for the night. 

“Yes, my headpiece reminded them of that horrid creature” she replies as she takes off the said head piece, admiring the craft. Tsentey sits beside her, smiling at her. 

“Perhaps I should make something else to replace it, something less….slinger looking” he whispers into her ear. 

Ikeyni looks back at him, frowning a bit. 

“And replace your greatest gift to me? Never, this was your first courting gift to me. How can I replace this treasure?” 

“Fair enough” tsentey says. 

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before it was broken again. 

“Those three….you saw potential in one of them don't you?” Tsentey asks. Looking down at Ikeyni, he sees her face. An expression was displayed. 

“Too early to tell. But yes, there is a spark in all of them….however, one of them just shines a little bit brighter”

Ever since their first meet, both Ikeyni, and her beloved mate Tsentey, have taken interested in of the darling triplets. And that would be lu’lafyon Sully. 

Lu’lafyon, the oldest triplet. Open minded, odd little one. Not that Ikeyni had any expectations for the little one, simply that he is full of surprises. One fun memory she recalls was when she was preparing a hunt in the sea with her group. As she prepared her ikran, her dear friend made some noises to notify her. Turning around she sees little lu’lafyon staring up at her ikran. 

“Lu’lafyon..? What brings you here little one?” she asks as she bends down to meet him at eye level. 

Lu’lafyon gave her a quick glance before bravely walking towards her ikran, raising his little hand to pet the creature. Bold he was, not a sign of fear. 

Her ikran let out a satisfied sound, enjoying the attention from lu’lafyon. “My ikran seems to like you lu’lafyon. Seems you hold a certain charm that can't be resist” she comments. Finally looking at her, little lu’lafyon smiles, “snack?” he asks. 

“Hm? You want to give her a snack?” she asks, the boy nods. Not seeing anything wrong, Ikeyni gives him the ok to do so. And pulling out from his small pouch was an interesting treat she has never seen before. Her ikran takes a sniff at it before taking it gently from the child, eating it well. Seemed like her ikran enjoyed the treat, whatever that was. 

“What kind of treat did you offer just now?” ikeyni asks lu’lafyon giggles while covering his mouth. 

“Bacon!” 

“Dad, have you seen lu’lafyon? We can't find him anywhere!” neteyam asks jake in a rather panicked tone. Syawn was tending to her children when she looked away for one second only to find her eldest child gone. Where he went is beyond anyone. Searching high and low, syawn couldnt find her baby so she told neteyam. 

“I havent seen him all day, maybe he is with his siblings?” jake asks. 

Neteyam shakes his head, “no, they are with syawn. Im worried that he might be-” 

“He is flying” 

Behind neteyam was lu’law and lu tstunwi as they held hands and smiled. 

The siblings led neteyam and jake outside to join syawn who was looking up. 

“What is going on??” Neteyam asks as he joins his mate. 

“Lu’lafyon…..sky……up…..here……” syawn says, her finger pointing up in the sky, shaking as she couldnt believe what she was looking up. Neteyam and jake sees what she is pointing at their jaws drop. 

Lu’lafyon was riding on an ikran. And not just any ikran, but the olo’eytke’s ikran. And not on its back oh no, the little one was riding on the ikrans HEAD! 

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!” 

Lu’lafyon cries out in glee as Ikeyni does the same as they make a loop in the air. Nothing was holding the boy down, he simply clung onto the ikran with little to no protection. 

“Oh he is definitely going to ask to do that when we get back home” lo’ak says out of nowhere while he joins in on the view. 

“Hell to the no” syawn replies. 

“I say he will make a fine rider in our skies. I saw it in his eyes. The excitement, the thrill the young boy felt. I know that feeling all to well” tsentey days with a wide grin on his face. 

He was training the young warriors when he saw ikeyni taking young lu’lafyon up to the skies with her ikran. Witnessing the boy’s big smile and cries of joy, tsentey knew from that moment that lu’lafyon would make a great ikran rider. Potential of many things. 

“I merely took him for a flight since he was curious. However I dont think his parents were pleased at my reckless choice. Placing him on my ikran’s head with no security was dangerous' ' ikeyni says as she reflects on her past actions. She plans to apologize the next day, giving the poor parents a great scare. 

“Yes, I will join you. There is something I would like to see for myself” tsentey whispers and he places a kiss on ikeyni’s cheek.

“And you weave it like this….yes there you go. Already catching on” ikeyni compliments lu’lafyon as he carefully makes a new bracelet with the materials made or found within the Tayrangi territory. A piece of the clan to take with him wherever he goes. 

Ikeyni makes herself a bracelet as well, to match lu’lafyon. 

“One down, 2 to go!” the little one says with a wide smile. 

“Are you making more for your siblings?” she asks. Lu’lafyon nods enthusiastically. 

“We are always together, so we should always match!” 

The na’vi nods, understanding his little logic. 

“Well I am sure they will love it” 

She looks over to see tsentey teaching the other two siblings how to create a certain arm band. Using the skins of an animal, tsentey was careful to instruct the children. And it seemed it was not so hard since lu’tstunwi and lu’law were too focused on every word he said. 

“Lu’lafyon, how about I show you something to add to the bracelet?” 

Lu’lafyon gasps excitedly, his tail swaying in excitement as well “Really? Like what?”

Ikeyni grins, “it is something that you will only see and get in our clan”

A special bead, for a special child.

The next time ikeyni sees the boy, this time it was her visiting the omatikaya. The children were celebrating their 5th birthday. The sully family insisted on just celebrating within their clan, but many clans also insisted on joining in the celebration. Ikeyni and tsentey were no different. However it didn't take much words or anything to know they will have competition with the other olo’eyktans and tsahiks. 

Competition for what exactly? 

On who can give the best present to the triplets. 

Perhaps by gaining favor, you win the triplets, you win the clan. 

While ikeyni understands this as to form strong bonds and alliances.  And she now knows it will take more than just a pretty gift to win them over. While at first she did struggle on how to prove it, it was thanks to her dear mate with her perfect idea.

Which is why she and tsenteyhas prepared something very special for the triplets. Not for gaining favor, but merely to show how strong their clan's bond is with the omatikaya. 

So when the moment came of the triplets revealing their presents. They were in awe. 

Others were left in some confusion. 

“A bead?” the Zeswa olo’eykte asks. 

“Not just any bead” the zeswa tashik whispers. 

The triplets were holding their little beads and showing it to everyone. Their beads were of hard amber, and inside was a drop of blood. 

“I Ikeyni, Olo’eykte of the Tayrangi clan, and my mate Tsentey sees lu’lafyon, lu’tstunwi and lu’law as Tayrangi na’vi. As they are of Omatikaya, there are now also Tayrangi. My home is now theirs' ' Ikeyni proudly states. 

The little ones hugged her tightly in gratefulness, lu’lafyon the most. 

“Does that mean we can do your clan iknimaya?!” 

Lu’lafyon sully. You can ask him many things and many things he will answer. But if you ask him, “what is the best part of your life?”. That will be a very hard question, he loves everything about his life. His siblings, his family, his clan. Everything. And it will be very hard to pinpoint exactly what he enjoys the most. But he loves his life and lives everyday to the fullest. 

And as such, many people he has come to meet, lu’lafyon loves them all. And one person in particular. Someone he has come to see as an aunt. The olo’eykte of the Tayrangi clan, Ikeyni. 

From his earliest memories to his recent ones, ikeyni is someone he aspires to be. Strong, powerful, honorable and a good sense of humor.  Lu’lafyon always sees her at the same level as his father and grandfather. From the stories he was told, ikeyni isn't someone to be taken so loosely on. 

While lu’lafyon isnt sure what he wants, one thing he does have his mind set on. And that is to pass the Tayrangi iknimaya, alongside Omatikaya iknimaya. But he fears doing something like this, alone. 

Being a triplet has its perks and worrying sides. 

Ly’lafyon always does things with his siblings. Anything he eats, does, or participates in, so do his siblings. “Brother are you sure?” lu’tstunwi asks him one day. 

Lu’lafyon nods, he may seem confident but on the inside he is very worried about what his siblings would say. 

“Doing iknimaya at the tayrangi…while doing the omatikaya…” lu’law mutters, repeating what he said. 

“That seems a lot. One iknimaya is already full of trials and risky paths. We would be doubling it all” lu’tstunwi says. 

“I know, trust me I know. And it will seem to take much longer. I am not forcing you guys, but just asking if you are willing to do it with me” 

Lu’law taps her chin for a moment before looking at her brother, “and what if we say no?”  

A kind smile appeared of lu’lafyons face, “then I won't do it either” 

“WHAT?!” the other lu’s shouts in unison. 

“What what?” 

Lu’law and lu’tstunwi get closer to their oldest sibling. 

“Just because we may not want to shouldn't stop you brother, don't let our choice bring you down” lu’tstunwi says while holding lu’lafyons left hand, lu’law doing the same with his right hand. 

“I know, but it wouldn't be right if I do something and you two are not part of it. If you will do only omatikaya iknimaya, then so will I. Like grandpa always says. Sullys stick together” lu’lafyon explains. A small huff escaping him, a small sound of sadness. 

Lu’tstunwi and lu’law look at each other. 

“You are right, sully’s do stick together” lu’law says. 

“And together, we will do both,” ‘lu’tstunwi adds. 

“Both?” 

“Yes, Okatikaya and Tayrangi iknimaya” 

“You three are insane” neteyam says with a sigh. 

It was a long day for him and syawn, and to return with his children saying the more ridiculous thing they could ever come up with since lo’ak’s insane remarks. 

Syawn looks at her children in worry and in surprise. 

The triplets all sat in the same position, side by side, with equal determined expressions. 

“You do realize that it requires double the effort? In everything?” syawn slowly asks her children, seeing if they really know what they are doing. 

“More like triple the effort” lu’law says with a slight giggle. Neteyam rolls his eyes. 

“This is not some game or joke you can make light of. This is serious, two iknimaya’s at once? No one has ever done it before” he adds. 

“That is because no one tried. And true, why would anyone do both? But remember what ikeyni said. We are tayrangi too. But I, WE, want to prove to her that we earned it rather that simply telling” lu’lafyon says. 

“Exactly, she said it. Confirmed it. Why go further? And taking your siblings down with you” neteyam presses on. 

Lu’tstunwi places a hand on his brother’s shoulder as he smiles, “no down father. We see this as a great challenge. Grandfather told us how you pushed yourself to greater heights. If you can, why not us?” 

Neteyam shakes his head, still in denial. Syawn places her hand on his shoulder, as to comfort him. 

“No, you are doing one iknimaya and that is our clan. The trials here are deadly enough, doing further is risking your life” neteyam pushes, his voice sounding more impatient by the second. 

Lu’lafyon leans forward, trying to lock eyes with his father. 

“Please dad, we understand but let us try this. I want to try this. Already other clans hold high expectations from us and standards. They want to see what we triplets can do. Why not show them that?” 

Syawn took a sharp turn of her neck to look at her eldest. 

“What the other clans think of should not matter to you, any of you. Don't push yourselves just to satisfy the clans. You are not some spectacle to admire. You three are still children, ignoring the other’s ridiculous comments of being something greater. You three are already great in your own ways. If the reason for the tayrangi iknimaya is to impress others then forget it. I dont want you all to risk your lives for a dumb cause….damn it you are still babies!” 

The triplets all lower their faces, looking down at the matted floor. Lu’law and lu’tstunwi turn to their older brother, waiting what he will do. 

But lu’lafyon is still determined. 

“The first trials….let us do the first trials……and if we can't keep up, we will call quits on the tayrangi and only do omatikaya….not to impress others. We just want to be the best we can be. Like you father, you and grandpa, uncle loki and everyone” lu’lafyon tries again. His eyes softened, slightly pouting. 

Neteyam sees this, inwardly sighing. Ruffling his son's hair, he looks at lu’lafyon straight in the eyes, gold clashing with gold. 

“The first trials…I will talk with ikeyni abouts this. I hope to see the end of the chaos you three will walk into” neteyam says. 

In short, he allowed the lu’s to do the two iknimaya’s.

“Your father is right, you are insane” ikeyni says after being told the news of what the triplets plan to do. 

Lu’lafyon deflates his shoulders, rolling his eyes, “I was hoping you would be on my side for this” 

“Lu’lafyon, you don't have to strain yourself on this. The times you come to visit, it already proves to me you are tayrangi. Eating, sleeping, living like a tayrangi. That is all the proof I need. Don't stress your family on this' ' ikeyni says. 

Secretly she would agree with lu’lafyon on doing two iknimaya but her mate, being the voice of reason when it calls for it, has shown her the massive down sides to it. It is a long grueling process, and it will be longer for the children. 

“Really lu’lafyon. What is your goal in all of this? What do you desire to achieve?” she presses on. 

Reading the boy’s expressions, his eyes darting left and right, tail moving slowly and low, ears pinned to the back. 

“Didn't think that far did you?” she concluded. 

“Its not that. Its just, i need a better goal than proving others something. I want to have a goal that can help me go further, further than anything else. But also not a goal where I can lose my mind, a goal where I stand proud with my siblings but having a path of my own” lu’lafyon confesses. 

This sparked something in ikeyni. She looks outside and sees lu’tstunwi with the metkayina warriors, lu’law with the okamtikaya healers. Jake with many olo’eyktans from other clans. This gave her an idea. Turning back to lu’lafyon, she smiles. 

“Become tayangi,” she says. 

Lu’lafyon tilts his head in confusion. 

“I will train you lu’lafyon. I will train you and let you go through the iknimaya. Your goal shall be to become the Olo’eyktan of the Tayangi clan”

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it with this one! Sorry for the long delay, I was almost done when I learned that ikeyni had a mate! So I went back to re-write some parts of the story to add him. But I hope you like it! Until next time! See ya!

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Tsahìk of the Eastern Sea Neteyam Sully x fem!Tayrangi!Na'vi! reader

masterlist~

warnings~ characters aged up to 18-20s, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 3.5k+

summary~ You are the Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan of the Eastern Sea, the younger sister of Ikeyni the Olo'eyktan, and lose your way home, leaving you to stay with the Omatikaya Clan while you recover.

also i haven't seen the movie in a while so my memory is a bit fuzzy when it comes to some certain plot lines, so i'm sorry if they're not 100% accurate! that or i might change up some scenes to fit for this fic.

Tompìva = raindrop = your Ikran's name

te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite = your Na'vi last name

requests are open!

italic dialogue is in na'vi!

sorry i suck at summaries!

You felt the wind whip through your hair as you landed, quickly dismounting your Ikran. Your hair whipped around your face as you greeted your older sister Ikeyni, her face now painted red and white with fresh paint.

"Oel ngati kameie tsmuke," you say as she looks you over for injuries.

You feel her hand on your shoulder as she guides you away from the prying eyes of the others, curious as to what new herbs and other healing items you would bring them.

You flinch as you sit down on your mat, your sister inspecting the deep gash on your forearm. She hisses in annoyance at you, "You were told not to leave. You are the Tsakarem, future Tsahìk of our Clan. What would I do if you had-"

You cut her off as she finished rubbing herbs into your wound, "And I am fine. You don't have to worry about me! I've already had my Iknimaya, I am an adult. I can take care of myself!"

You cross your arms and turn away from her, and you feel her hand land on your shoulder.

"I only worry for you," she says as her hand leaves your shoulder, "Every other day you leave, disregarding your lessons and teachings."

Your lips twist into a frown as you turn to face her, and you open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off, taking a deep breath before she speaks, "I forbid you from leaving. No more trips to the forest, and no flying. You will focus on your lessons and become our Tsahìk."

You gasp as she turns to leave, "You cannot force me to stay here!"

You follow her outside grasping her arm, pleading with her to let you stay.

"All of the herbs and medicines needed for your teachings can be found here. There is no need for you to leave. That is final."

You watch her back as she walks away, her attention now on Nan'ti and Tsentey. You glare at her and storm to the beach, letting the warm waves lap at your feet as you rest your head on your knees.

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Your fingers twist the twine of the basket, tying it into a knot, then set it aside. Rubbing your temples, you stand and stretch watching the others dive with their Ikran into the sea.

Hands land on your shoulder and you jump, falling back into the sand.

"Are you okay?" a voice asks, holding out their hand as the laughter continues.

You gratefully accept it and dust off the sand clinging to your skin and clothes, "Thank you Aya."

She gives you a small smile and grabs the now finished basket from the ground, walking to the edge of the trees.

"So... I heard you were grounded from flying, and you can't even step foot into the forest without someone else," Peyzua crosses her arms behind her back as you trail behind them, the sand turning to dirt underneath your feet as you walk.

Grumbling you snatch the basket she's carrying, "It is true. But she doesn't understand!"

Aya unsheathes her knife and cuts off a few strips of bark from a nearby tree, shaking her head, "Ikeyni only worries for you. You are the next Tsahìk. Which means you must focus on your learning, and not fly off into the forest on a whim."

You rip out a few plants from the ground and shove them into your basket, Peyzua turns to you, nodding in agreement with her sister, "Aya is right, and so is Ikeyni. You don't want them to pick another Tsahìk, do you?"

You frown, and shake your head, "Of course not, I just feel so, trapped here! And I'm never gone too long," but you know that's a lie.

You went out so often, it was a wonder that your sister didn't pick a different candidate to become Tsahìk, but when you asked, she reminded you that Eywa had willed it to be so.

Aya places a hand on your shoulder, her eyes full of sympathy, "Just listen to her, and finish your teachings. I'm sure she'll be more lenient when you finish your Tsakarem teachings and become Tsahìk."

Signing you give her a weak smile, "Maybe."

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With a quick wave, you give Aya and Peyzua a smile and head off back to your room, the sand now cool beneath your feet. You're almost halfway there when you hear hushed voices coming from your sister's home. Your ears perk up in curiosity when you hear your name, and you tiptoe closer, careful not to make too much sound when you gasp.

Ikeyni stands with her hands on her hips, her red and white paint now fully washed away, revealing her dark blue skin and white freckles. Her tail flits around in annoyance as she turns to Tsentey, and a man whose face you can't quite see.

The man's voice is low as he speaks, "What do you think?"

You frown when you realize you can't recognize the language he's speaking, but continue to listen, "I do not wish for the sky people to encroach any further," she pauses, her face twisted in contemplation.

Clearing her throat, she continues, "I will send five warriors with their Ikran, but that is all."

The man sounds grateful as he responds, "Thank you, again. I'll send word again when we depart."

You feel your heart drop when you feel someone's eyes on you, and spin around spotting a boy around your age leaning against the hut across from Ikeyni's.

"Eavesdropping?" a small smile graces his lips before he takes a step toward you.

Crossing your arms you frown at him, realizing he is speaking the same language the man had been speaking earlier. "What?"

His eyes fill with confusion as he asks again in the same strange language, but you shake your head.

"You don't speak English?"

This time he asks it in Na'vi and you sigh, "No, what-"

The sound of your sister hissing in annoyance cuts you off, and she stands between you, "What are you doing up? Go to bed," she says as steers you to your room.

But the man turns to her and raises a brow, "Who's this?"

She sighs before turning to him, "My sister, our Tsakarem," she points to him, "This is Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, sister."

The boy clears his throat, and his eyes meet yours and you can see a blush creeping up his face before Jake speaks, "This is my oldest son, Neteyam."

You give a small nod in greeting and twist a strand of your hair around your fingers.

Ikeyni gently pushes you in the direction of your hut and wishes you a goodnight.

You almost collapse when you reach your bed, your head swimming with thoughts of the conversation and questions you would be bombarding your sister with the coming morning.

But for now, you close your eyes and let the sound of the waves splashing against the sand drift you into a deep slumber.

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Neteyam quickly dismounts his Ikran following his father into their hut, where his mother greets them, "What was their reply?"

She puts down the arrow she was holding and gives them both a quick hug, checking for any sign of injuries.

"They'll send five, not a lot, but it'll help," he replies before sitting in front of the fire.

Neteyam takes a seat across from his father and removes his visor, setting it to the side, "Who was that again?"

Jake looks at him in confusion, "Who?"

"The girl with the Olo'eyktan," he pauses trying to remember what was said about you, "the Tsakarem?"

Jake sighs before answering, "- te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. She's the younger sister of the Olo'eyktan Ikeyni."

Neteyam bites his lip in thought, "Will she be coming too?"

Jake shakes his head, "Of course not."

Neteyam nods and lies down, closing his eyes, his head swimming with questions about you.

The next morning Neteyam wakes earlier than usual, carefully tiptoeing out of the hut to sit down near the lab, waiting for the others to wake up.

It's almost an hour before he sees Spider come out of the lab, and hears Lo'ak and Kiri behind him.

"Why are you up so early?" Kiri asks before he stands.

"I couldn't sleep well," he shrugs his shoulders before crossing his arms.

"Was it because of yesterday?" Spider asks, his voice full of curiosity.

"You went with dad to the Eastern Sea right?" asks Kiri as they walk to the Ikran.

Her tail swings back and forth and her mouth breaks into an excited smile, "What was it like?"

He chuckles when he thinks back to catching you eavesdropping on the conversation, a blush creeping up his neck, "It was nice, there was lots of sand, and the ocean looked like it went on forever."

"Are you blushing?" Lo'ak shouts as Neteyam turns his head away in embarrassment.

"No, now are you coming or not?" he quickly mounts his Ikran and takes off, the others calling for him to wait up.

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Your face scrunches up in an attempt to hide the disgust when you look down at the basket before you. Hearing a chuckle you glance up to see Aosìng smiling at you, "I caught too many, so I thought you might want some."

You gently take the basket of fish from him, and give him a tight smile, "Thank you Aosìng, you really shouldn't have," he smiles again, his eyes landing on your lips before you shift your own away.

The wind ruffles your hair before you even feel it, a featherlight kiss, and your face crinkles in displeasure, "Anything for my future mate," he whispers before turning and running back down the beach.

You groan when you feel Peyzua's arms wrap around you and her muffled laughter as she buries her face in your neck.

"Get off, Zua!" you exclaim before pushing her away, rubbing your mouth against the back of your hand in hopes of burning the kiss away.

"So, Aosìng still likes you then? Even after last time?" she teases as she ruffles your hair.

Aya sighs in disappointment before crossing her arms, "Don't listen to her," she rubs your shoulder gently as you fix your hair.

"Another reason I have to leave," you mutter as you follow them past the other huts and grab your baskets.

Peyzua nudges you in the ribs, "Hey! It could be worse," she says as she starts grabbing herbs and loading them into her basket.

"The only reason he "likes" me is because he is Ikeyni's successor. The future Olo'eyktan, as I am the future Tsahìk."

Your knife digs into the tree before you hear someone shouting, and as they come closer you can hear the shouting your name.

"Tsakarem! The Olo'eyktan requests your presence at once."

Your lips twist into a frown and you grumble, shoving your basket at Peyzua, following the man back to the village.

Ikeyni stands at the entrance of her hut, her body now covered in fresh red and white paint as she looks down at you. You greet her and your hands clench nervously.

"You called for me?" you ask, as she gestures for you to come inside.

She takes a deep breath before turning to you, her expression unreadable before she places a hand on your shoulder, "How goes your training?"

You freeze, eyes falling to the floor. You hadn't exactly done much other than gather more herbs and tend to wounds from the fishermen, so next to zero progress had been made.

Gulping nervously you reply, "It is going well, sister," a small smile spreads on her lips as her hand falls to her side.

You shift nervously before your mouth opens and closes, thinking of how to word your question before asking, "Why was the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya here yesterday? And with his son too," you trail off.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly before opening again, "I will be leaving in three days' time, to help the Omatikaya Olo'eyktan, and people."

You bite back a gasp of shock as she continues, "You will of course stay here," she pauses her eyes falling to the floor, "And I will have Aosìng join me."

You flinch at the sound of his name and cross your arms, "So, when will you return then?"

"It should not take too long, a day or two."

She turns away from you and grabs something off her table. A cool sensation wraps around your neck as she attaches a purple beaded necklace.

Leaning back she smiles, "It suits you. It was Mother's."

Smiling you thank her, "Thank you. Is there anything you need me to prepare for tomorrow?"

"No, but Nan'ti will be watching over you while I am away."

You shiver, remembering the last time she had 'watched' over you, "More like breathing down my neck," you mutter.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing!"

You rub your neck nervously before you remember your questions from last night, "What language were they speaking?"

"Who?" she asks, her voice tense as she grabs her bow and quiver of arrows.

"The Olo'eyktan and his son, what was his name again?"

You bite your lip in thought before she answers, "There are some differences between the Omatikaya's speaking and ours. So that is why you did not understand them."

You nod slowly, that did make some sense. In all your visits to the forest, you had never actually gone far enough to run into any of the Omatikaya people, so that had to be the case.

She puts her hand on your shoulder empathetically, her eyes unreadable before she speaks, "When I return, we will speak about flying and your lessons."

Her hand leaves your shoulder as she joins Tsentey, leaving you alone in the entrance of the hut.

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You can already hear the lecture coming from your sister as you soar through the sky on your Ikran. Hopefully, she won't be too upset, you think to yourself as you land and dismount from your Ikran. This was your last chance at visiting the forest, seeing as you would be with left with Nan'ti while your sister helped the Omatikaya people, you wanted to make the best of it. You pat her neck gently before sending her off and continue into the forest.

Although your sister had said you could find all the herbs you needed back home, you disagreed. For example, you found that the bark deeper in the forest would heal certain wounds and injuries faster than the bark used from the trees at home. But of course, that didn't matter to Ikeyni, she still refused to let you leave. You had always wondered why, but the only answer she gave you was how dangerous it could be, because of the sky people. But you had yet to see a single one on your trips out.

"They must not have got this far yet," you whisper to yourself as you hear the sound of a twig snap.

You glanced around but saw nothing, so you continued walking, assuming it was a harmless animal. Sheathing your knife you began to walk faster, hearing strange whispers from the trees, and the snapping of branches growing ever closer.

You had almost made it over a log before you heard a voice behind you. Your ears twitch nervously as you unsheathe your knife again, suddenly wishing you had brought your bow as you take a defensive stance against the trees.

Holding your knife against your chest, you looked around the trees, your breath catching when you notice a pair of eyes behind a leaf. Slowing your breathing and you make a run toward the leaves.

You tackle the person who had been hiding behind the leaves and hold your knife against their throat, your hands shaking. Feeling sweat drip down your face, you try to remember Nan'ti's teachings on hand-to-hand combat. But then you feel something sharp against your neck.

"Let him go," a familiar. voice grits out from right behind your ear. You glare at the person pinned beneath your knife, but reluctantly toss it to the side.

You feel hands on your shoulders pulling you to your feet and the blade leaves your neck.

"Who are you?" a voice asks and you turn to see a boy just around your age standing with his knife held in front of him defensively.

Looking up at him you realize where you know him from, "Toruk Makto's son?" you question before you see recognition in his eyes.

"Tsakarem?" he asks before sheathing his knife.

Nodding you retrieve your knife and sheath it and stumble through an apology, "I am so sorry. I am not used to seeing people around when I come to gather my herbs, I must have come too far in."

Shaking his head you see the hint of a smile on his lips when the other boy interrupts, "Who is she?"

Neteyam sighs before answering, "The Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan."

Tilting your head in confusion you mutter, "I didn't know the Omatikaya dialect was so different."

Neteyam returns the look of confusion when he responds, "You mean English?"

Shaking your head you frown, what was English? Another Na'vi language you were unfamiliar with?

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what language that is. I have never interacted with people from another clan before, so," you trail off as the two exchange glances.

"It's okay," says Neteyam quickly.

"Oh, and this is my brother, Lo'ak," he says before gesturing to the boy next to him.

You hear more branches rustle, and whispers before three more people emerge from the trees. Your hand instinctively grabs the end of your knife but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you from unsheathing it.

Looking down you see that it's Neteyam's, "It's okay, those are my sisters," he gestures to the two girls whose stares are full of curiosity, "Kiri and Tuk."

You give them a small smile before your eyes land on the third figure and flinch, taking a step back. You nearly trip over a log, but Neteyam grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet, "A sky person?" you whisper, voice full of fear as you hide behind Neteyam.

Neteyam feels his face heat up as your hands land on his shoulder, using him as a shield against Spider.

Lo'ak laughs when he realizes that you're scared of Spider, "You're scared of him?"

Neteyam smacks him before grabbing your hands and taking them off of his shoulders, "It's okay, it's just Spider. He's a friend," he reassures you before pushing you in front of him.

You feel your anxiety worsen as the older of the two girls approach, "Hi, I'm Kiri," she says as she sits down on the log facing you.

"You're not Omatikaya, are you?" she asks when she notices the confused expression on your face.

You shake your head, "No, I am the Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan. I am here to gather herbs," you push your hair away from your face, feeling a blush creeping up your face as she leans in closer.

"Where's that?" a second voice asks.

You look past Kiri to see a girl, who must be Tuk standing next to Neteyam, her eyes full of curiosity as she stares at you.

"It's on the Eastern Sea," you say quietly, eyes glancing up at the sky, which was once a bright blue, but is now a dark grey.

"Really? What's it like?" Kiri asks as you feel a raindrop land on your face.

Instead of answering her question, you decide to call for your Ikran, watching as she soars through the trees and lands in front of you, you coo at her, "Tam tam, Tompìva."

You hear the others look on as you pat her neck, smiling sadly as you turn to Neteyam, "It was nice to see you again, son of Toruk Makto, but I must leave, a storm is coming, and I do not wish to be stuck in it."

Neteyam frowns, he had only just met you but wished you could stay just a bit longer.

"Travel safe," Kiri says before turning to walk back into the trees, Tuk, Spider, and Lo'ak following her.

Feeling the rain pick up you turn to Neteyam and give him a small smile, sad that you were leaving so soon.

He opens his mouth to wish you a safe trip home but pauses, wondering if he'd ever get the chance to see you again he quickly tears off a feather from an arrow in his quiver handing it to you, "In case we meet again."

You smile before tucking it away in your bag, "Thank you Neteyam," you quickly mount your Ikran and take off, leaving Neteyam standing in the rain, heat rising up his face.

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Pushing back your visor you dismount your Ikran, when you feel a presence behind you. Turning around you come face to face with your sister, her skin still covered in the red and white paint. Her eyes are full of anger and disappointment as she stares at you.

"You disobeyed my direct orders," her hands are clenched at her sides as she sighs, her eyes falling to the ground.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-"

"Just what?" she exclaims.

Her voice rises and you can see people sticking their heads out of the entrance to their homes, looking on in confusion.

"You have a duty to our people, as our Tsahìk, Eywa has willed it!"

Her face scrunches in anger, and her teeth are bared as she continues to berate you for not fulfilling your duties as Tsakarem. You feel your face heat up in anger and shout out, "I do not care if Eywa has willed it or not," you pause and bite your lip nervously before continuing, "And it is impossible to become Tsahìk if there is no teacher!"

You could hear the gasps coming from the homes surrounding you and took a step back towards your Ikran as Ikeyni's hands clenched into fists, "Eywa is your teacher, let her guide you."

Her voice was soft now, and she approached you as if cornering a wild animal. It was then that you heard another voice.

"Listen to her, ma tìyawn,"  Aosìng says before reaching out to you.

Slapping his hand away you mount your Ikran and take off, hearing your sister's anger filled voice as you fly through the sky.

tam tam [ˈtam ˈtam] intj. calm, be content, there there

tompìva [ˈtom.pɪ.va] n. Raindrop

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WIP of my gal Onre 

She’s an albino (I know, so Marry Su, shush), and the day I can draw her consistently will be the one I can die happily :’)

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Could you please do one where Ronal and Tonowari react to the reader or OC, which ever is more your thing, having lots of battle scars from the war in the first movie? 🧁❤️ I love your writing! It’s so awesome to read and I can’t wait for the next part of your Tonowari x Ronal x OC fanfic!

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Pairing: Ronal/Reader/Tonowari

Taglist: @mooniequeen

Warnings: non-gender specific reader, fluff, mentions of war, scars, heavily implied stuff (nsfw? idk, but I'd read this at work)

Na'vi Words: ikran - mountain banshee, olo'eyktan - male clan leader, tsahik - spiritual clan leader, kelku - house/home

A/N: This is short but sweet. I hope you like it! (Note: Stand alone! Not a part of the tsamsiyu ta'em series)

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They had noticed your scars the first day they met you, a Na'vi flying in on an ikran alongside the gunship Jakesully had radioed in to help Young Kiri. They knew Sky People were coming, but they weren't expecting you.

The Metkayina have heard many stories about the clans that came together under Toruk Makto's leadership. Even from as far as the reef, the Na'vi heard about the war with the Sky People and the casualties left behind. Such war and casualties were shown on your skin, displayed like a story. Long, thin, cut-like marks ran up and down your legs and part of your torso, while small, circular scars riddled your right shoulder and chest. The skin that healed over your wounds was a pale blue compared to the rest of your skin and stripes. When Toruk Makto introduced you to the olo'eyktan and tsahik of the Metkayina, they couldn't take their eyes off of you.

Your style and the colors of your attire were not of Omatikaya. Tonowari and Ronal later learn that you were originally from the Tayrangi clan but stayed with the Omatikaya after the war. As they got to know you, they learned that your family members were great warriors but had tragically died in the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. After their deaths, you saw no reason to return home with your clan and made a life for yourself in the forests with Toruk Makto's clan.

Considering you as an entrusted friend and ally, Jake had asked you to stay in Awa'atlu for a little while so he would feel more secure and able to protect his family. And while you stayed among the Metkayina, both Tonowari and Ronal grew closer to you and wished to learn more about you and your stories... specifically the story behind your scars.

Originally, you didn't feel inclined to share the story, simply stating that you earned your scars in the battle against the Sky People. However, as you grew closer to the Metkayina clan leaders, you began to let yourself be more open and vulnerable toward them, which is where you find yourself sitting with the pair, alone in their kelku. It was a late night and their children were out with the Sully children to show them the beauty of night fishing.

It was Tonowari who boldly reached his hand out and gently grazed a scar on your shoulder, his thumb tenderly pressing into the raised, circular mark. "Who did this to you?"

"The Sky People," you found yourself saying without hesitance, "I fell off my ikran and survived," you originally pointed to the long, thin scars you earned from falling and crashing, then you moved onto the rounded scars around your shoulder, "These scars are from their weapons made of metal. They call them guns and bullets. Any closer and they would have pierced my heart."

Neither of the clan leaders looked pleased by that statement, and Ronal took her husband's boldness a step further. The tsahik leaned down and placed a chaste kiss over a bullet-shaped scar that was located near your collar, her warm lips leaving behind a tingle underneath your skin when she pulled away.

The look she gave you sent your heart racing, her gaze heated and foggy as she stared at you through her lashes, "Thank the Great Mother that they didn't."

One thing led to another and you found yourself in the pair's undivided attention all throughout the night, together learning where each and every one of your scars were located on your body. While you weren't necessarily self-conscious about the scars (you were mostly proud and showed them off as proof that you survived and won a war), you had begun shying away from their touch whenever they got too close to any specific markings. But over time, throughout the night, you began to relax and feel safe, allowing the two Reef Na'vi to explore you in ways you've never felt before.

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Jake

Fingertips [RDA!Jake x Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Show Me [Jake x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Neteyam

Proximity pt. 1 [Neteyam x Olangi!Reader]

Proximity pt. 2

Proximity pt. 3

Proximity pt. 4

Proximity pt. 5 [NSFW warning]

Proximity Epilogue

Challenge [Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Aonung

Curiosity [Aonung x Human!Reader]

Attention [Aonung x Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Moron [Aonung x Metkayina!Reader]

Wordless [Aonung apologises to Neteyam and Lo'ak in the only way he knows how]

The Deal [Aonung x Snow/Mountain Na'vi! Reader]

Burn [Aonung x Albino! Reader]

Lo'ak

Rage [Lo'ak x Metkayina!Reader]

Rage pt. 2

You [Lo'ak x Tayrangi!Reader]

Why Not Me [Lo'ak x Avatar!Reader]

I'm toying with the idea of letting you talk to a character (take a look at @luvv4j4ybe11 's blog if you want to know more) but you all can let me know if that's something you're interested in.

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The way of love pt.I

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Just free hate for Neteyam from you.

Lenght : 2.1k

Notes: This series will be one of my biggest BOP or FLOP, it’s a long time I wanted to write about Neteyam because... GOSH, BUT YOU HAVE SEEN HIM?! BTW. All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged eg: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

" y/n te Skxumew Ikeyni'ite" is your surname, means Y/n surname daughter of Ikeyni

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. VRRTEP: Demon. IRAYO: Thank you. OARE: Moon. 'ITE: Daughter

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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The first time the Sullys visited the Tayrangi clan, you were suspicious. You weren’t a big fan of Toruk Makto, there were rumors about him, rumors that you didn’t like him and that you were looking down on the Omatikaya family. Unlike your mother, the Olo'eykte Ikeyni, one of the few women to be clan leaders and Tsahik at the same time, you did not believe that you should be on the side of a man from another world. It also bothered you that the Sullys left their eldest son to be trained by your father, who, ironically, loved to teach young people the art of hunting.

You rolled your eyes as the girls of your clan looked at the son of Toruk Makto as if he were a living legend, a god among Na'vi, to you he was simply a na'vi with demon blood. You still remembered how your clan had offered shelter to the fleeing or homeless na'vi because of the war brought above all by the father of that Omatikayan. You growled slightly as the boy walked over to you, then turned around and walked away from him, taking a seat next to your parents, checking out the Sullys.

"My daughter. The future Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi Clan and healer of the village. She will be the guide of your son Neteyam, showing him the arts of this clan and our way." Your mother’s words stabbed you in the back, and you looked at her like it might change her mind, which it didn’t. You looked at your father, Tsentey, who, though he looked back, made you think he agreed with your mother.

You took a deep breath and walked away, trying to stay calm. You hated the idea of being the leader of that half-demon, but you couldn’t help but disobeying would put you in a position where the clan would look down on you and in Eywa’s eyes you would be undeserving to be Olo'eykte.

When evening came, your parents returned to your house and looked at you slightly disappointed.

"Ma 'ite… I know it's not something that brings joy to your heart, but it is your duty as next Olo'eykte" said your father, placing a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently, while your mother looked hard at you.

"There is no time for whims. This is the will of Eywa. An Olo'eykte is already weaker than an Olo'eyktan man. If you do not help the future Olo'eyktan of Omatikaya, someone else will and you will be just a Na'vi with a lower title" Your mother said, approaching you. " Ma 'ite. You are strong. You can do it and when the day comes, you will lead this clan, show them who you are" continued and then lifted your face from your chin. "You're a warrior. Remember who you are y/n te Skxumew Ikeyni'ite. You'll be the second Olo'eykte of all Pandora and everyone will know your name. More than Toruk Makto. But you have to make sacrifices, put pride aside. You have a goal Ma Oare" Your mother put her forehead on yours and you both closed your eyes, then nodded.

"I will." You said with conviction to see your mother smile, she was right. This was just one of the trials to reach your place in the clan.

The night passed quickly and the next day you were ready to face that demon blood, you just had to train him and then after a few months send him back to his house, to the Omatikaya. Your mother encouraged you when she saw you awake as you walked past the tree house, then headed to where Neteyam was staying, finding him already outside.

"Follow me." You hissed, then walked through the village to get out and into the woods. " What weapon can you use?" You continued without turning around to see where Neteyam was.

"Knives and Bows." He replied by keeping the pace "However I am-"

You stopped him, you stopped yourself, and then you turned around and looked him in the eye.

"I know who you are. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan" You said to then observe it. " Bows and knives? Your arms are weak" You said approaching him, touching his arm. " Your chest tight, but you have a good posture." The boy watched you turn around and talk about him. "Do you have an Ikran?" You look him in the eye when you talk to him.

"Yes, I have one." His voice was still, as if the words you used didn’t hurt him at all.

"Can you swim?"

"Pretty good" Neteyam looked at you enchanted, smiling slightly

"Tsk. You’re like a parultsyìp. I have to teach you everything." You said sighing and then continued walking until you got to the cliff that provided a wonderful view of the sea.

"The Tayrangi clan is famous for being skilled riders of Ikran, the best. We interpret the wind, understand the sea and respect the great predators and the Ikran. You have to learn to fight with more weapons, to swim, to understand the wind and the animals that surround us" You said and then sit on the cliff, breathing in the fresh air.

"I’m here for this… what’s your name?" Neteyam’s voice was sweet as he sat next to you.

"You’re not here to make friends or get to know me. Call me Karyu." Your detached and disinterested voice made Neteyam smile, who already found you interesting.

"Karyu? So you won’t tell me your name?" he said, slightly laughing.

"Not relevant for training. Now silence. Listen to the wind"

That day you taught Neteyam the basics of understanding the wind, explaining in detail how to use this to fly better, to understand when it will start to rain or other natural events. The boy, different from what you thought, listened to you interested, asking questions and coming to understand what you were explaining. You couldn’t deny it.

"For today we are finished, tomorrow we will start with the proper guidance of the Ikran, the Omatikaya use strange methods to approach the banshees" You said, Going from the cliff and stretching you.

"Did I do well?" he asked curiously, as he stood up.

"Discreetly, you are not completely Skxawng." You shrugged, indifferent. " These are things that our children learn after a week. Half a day is something"

"Something? Does that mean I can now know your name?"

"No. Why do you care so much?" your voice was sore.

"Just curiosity" Neteyam smiled and approached you

"Hmm… if you can get back to the village before the eclipse, I’ll tell you my name. Good luck" You said, and then you went into the forest, going home alone, about an hour before the eclipse, it was impossible for her to return in time, not knowing the way back. You prayed that a Palulukan would tear him to pieces, not to have him back but you could not wish this on a son of Eywa, after all even a Palulukan deserved a better meal.

Some of your companions gathered to wait for Neteyam after hearing about that little challenge, you smiled satisfied when the eclipse came and Neteyam was not back yet. " What if he’s dead?" " Maybe he found a Palulukan." "Or he got lost" Voices like this filled the air, you shrugged and turned to leave. At that moment you heard the girls cheering and shouting the name of Neteyam happy, seeing him unharmed.

You turned and looked him in the eye, after all he still lost the challenge, so the victory belonged to you. Neteyam came up with a flower.

"There’s already been an eclipse. You lost, so I don't-" You stopped when Neteyam put the flower behind your ear, smiling at seeing you with it in your hair.

"I would have won, but I saw this Sun Lily and it reminded me of your eyes, so I looked for the most beautiful, wasting time" He said smiling, shrugging. " I’ll discover your name one day, ma Karyu"

You observed him without saying anything, you did not expect such a thing. He had preferred to lose the challenge to pick a flower to give you and did not seem upset by this, indeed, he smiled carelessly. You did not understand at that moment why your heart accelerated the beat, or why you did not immediately remove the flower, or why now you looked at it without disgust or repugnance. You recovered from your thoughts when you heard some girls being jealous of you for that little gesture made by Prince Omatikaya. You clenched your jaw and looked at him.

"You still lost." you said with the little coolness you had left.

"I did, but does it matter?" He replied promptly, and then continued, "It was worth it, the flower suits you very well."

You bit the inside of your cheek and then you turned around and left "See you tomorrow." You said dryly before saying goodbye and going home.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?" Neteyam said to some of the clan’s boys.

"Bro, shs's the type of na'vi who eats you alive." one of the guys laughed.

"I know, and I like it." Neteyam concluded

You reported to your mother and she immediately noticed the flower in your hair.

"It’s very nice, where did you get it?" she asked, placing the flower in your hair.

"Just a stupid gift." You confessed before you took it off and left it in your mother’s hand, going to a more secluded place on one of the tree branches.

"skxawng. just a vrrtep skxawng." You said to yourself while leaning your body against the tree. " Ma Eywa, please, Great mother, make sure he learns quickly and walks away." You asked as you watched the starry sky. " Give me a sign to bear him, because he’s a vrrtep," you said before you heard a woodsprite landing on the same ear where Neteyam’s flower used to be and then seeing it not far under the tree where you were sitting. You felt mocked, Eywa today was having fun putting everything against you, otherwise you won’t explain these coincidences.

The coup de grâce came when the branch broke, dropping you into Neteyam’s arms. If you could confirm that, Eywa was trying to make you do all these things. You sighed annoyed, crossing your arms when Neteyam looked at you to see if you were okay.

"Are you hurt? Is everything okay?" he asked concerned, checking you and clutching you accidentally.

"You can let me go. I’m fine." You answered a little sour.

"A thank you is welcome, Princess Tayrangi," Neteyam laughed, and then left you standing on the ground, watching you.

"Irayo…" you whispered quietly, turning your head to the side

"I don’t understand, can you repeat?" he said smiling

"what a skxawng…" you whispered softly. " I said Irayo." This time you said fast

"I still don’t understand, I really think you’ll have to repeat it," Neteyam laughed a little.

"Are you- Irayo." You said it out loud so he’d get it in his head, and then he’d snort right after.

"You are even more beautiful when you get angry, you know?" he said spontaneously, leaning against the tree, admiring your beauty.

You swirled your eyes, restraining yourself from splitting his nasal septum or something, but for the umpteenth time Eywa sent a signal, a woodsprite on Neteyam’s shoulder. You looked up and laughed frustrated.

"Listen carefully, I don’t know why my path is intertwined with yours. I don’t want to put up with you any more than I have to. This means that if you see me falling from a tree, let me fall, if you find flowers that remind you of me, leave them where they are, if you see me for the village avoid me" You said pointing your finger at Neteyam’s chest. "The only thing keeping me from completely avoiding you is my title and my parents. You’d be meal for Palulukan if it were up to me."

Neteyam opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. "Don’t answer, it’s already decided. Learn quickly, I want you out of this village and away from me or my people. I don’t know why my parents sympathize with your family, but I don’t agree with them. Now, if you understand that you have to stay as far away from me as possible, nod."

The boy nodded, smiling amused, watching you get nervous.

"Good. See you tomorrow Neteyam." You said saying goodbye a second time to go home.

At that moment, all you wanted was for Neteyam to disappear, him and his manners, and take away that beautiful smile and those golden eyes. Fuck, no. You don’t have to think about it. You hate him, you hate his family, you must hate him… Do you hate him?

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Ash Na'vi Spider AU Concepts (Pt. 1)

Warning: slight body horror, scars, healed injuries

a.k.a, a bit of a sneak preview at at what we'll be diving into very soon in the next chapter of my fanfic, As the Ash Cloud Passes Over, which is centered around Pandora's very own native human child being taken in by the Ash Na'vi at a young age🔥

THE CONSTANT WARRIOR (AND HIS SCARS)

(Drawing credit goes to @anka-partizanka-from-pandora 💙💙💙)

To commemorate the mystical ability of Anka's storytelling-through-art, I want to discuss a big upcoming topic for my story: Spider having scars whilst part of the Ash Na'vi.

To recap for some, ATACPO follows a world where a very young Spider was found and absorbed into the desolate clan of the Txepìva, the Ash Clan. Where the Tayrangi are masterful ikran riders, and the Aranahe are known for their skills in weaving, I thought to make it where the Ash Na'vi are proficient in the art of war.

At the first break of childhood, any normal Ash Na'vi trains beyond what their body allows. And even then, they will only train harder. B/c that last practice swing, or tiring spar between a clanmate could truly be the difference between life and death where they come from. With that, there will definitely be plenty of hardships along the way.

Case in point, every single person of the Txepìva carries a wound of sorts.

Whether it is the byproduct of a harsh training or a small dispute between your peers (children, teens), the ongoing war with their longtime enemy, the Metka'yina (adults), or even the mark of wounds that can foretell ones entire lifetime (more aged Na'vi), no other Na'vi Clan share as many scars as the Ash Na'vi do. But they are viewed as more. To them, scars are seen as one's abilty to fight, their abilty to struggle & protect, and testify to how they stood strong against a foe that likely went for their neck. To the Ash Na'vi, scars are more than abided, they are regarded as a testimony of inner strength.

Then comes in a young Spider, who is finally cherished for his blemished skin (even when it is tan instead of gray).

When he first drops by unannounced, Spider has unfortunately already accumulated his fair share of scars (as seen above), a key story to his growth into one of the Ash. By then, the human's self-esteem is already shot to pieces. He's used to the way those of the Omaticaya regarded his human skin with disgust. Now, he thinks he's gotten even uglier with his deformed skin. This scary Clan he's discovered, however, does not see it that way.

When the Ash Na'vi first behold the tiny human, they see a lost soul grieviously tortured by his upbringing (a once-bright spirit now a dwindling ember). They are then told his story (told with years of buried anguish and trauma) and hear how he suffered under the name of his long-dead father. How it prevented him from being one of The People. It's enough to break even the strongest of spirits entirely.

And yet, to see Spider with them now, means he not only lived through it all, but he survived. They see it as him managing to crawl out of the pit of despair he was thrown in. Like a true warrior, he fought against the shadows of his mind, and heart. To see one as young as well, have lived such a life, softens even the heart of the Ash Olo'eykte, Varang. And that just makes him a absolute shoe-in for a type of Clan that knows what its like to live through the dark side of Na'vi history.

When the Sully's first see them while on Awa'atlu though, they are blown away and aghast at the sheer sight of them. It hurts to see how their old friend has been through so much. It also puts Spider on edge, which then puts the entire clan on edge, b/c they absolutely despise it when Spider thinks he looks anything but magnificent and beautiful in his own skin.

This has been such an absolutely compelling aspect of the story to me, one I cannot wait to share. To not just write this AU, but to write it from the perspective of Spider, is absolutely baffling. But I hope you guys can enjoy what I have to offer. I'm alwasy open to any ideas/comments/thougts 💙 Ciao, y'all!

Disclaimer: The Txepìva Clan, as well as all individual Ash Na'vi, are of my own creation in this story. It is non-canon compliant to the events of Avatar: The Way of Water (2022). It is somewhat of a darker and unique twist to my fav character, Miles "Spider" Socorro, being part of his own Clan, as well as gaining a mother and siblings. Check it out on AO3!

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Look at how much our boy Jack has grown since then! He would be so awesome riding a Direhorse! This is from his official Instagram page.

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A bit of Spoilers from 'Child of Two worlds'

Y/n: let me sleep for five more minutes...

Jake: you've been in Cryosleep for 15 years!

Y/n: oh... Five more minutes

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Neteyam: Truth or Dare?

Y/n: Truth

Neteyam: How many hours have you slept this week?

Y/n: Dare

Neteyam: Go to sleep

Y/n: I'm not liking this game

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Kiri: Can you recommend me any books that made you cry?

Y/n: general mathematics 6th edition

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Neteyam: don't be sad, y/n! You've got plenty of good qualities. Like you're good looking, you're super funny, you're super energetic- *elbows Kiri*

Kiri: You have black hair, you cook good-

Lo'ak: Your name is Y/n L/n-

Neteyam: you guys are horrible

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Y/n: I started seeing someone

Kiri: an in dating? Therapy? Or hallucinations?

[onskepa]

Sneak peek: Syawn ch7

“Come now you three, we practiced before” syawn kindly tells her children. Neteyam and syawn gently push forward the three in front of them. There were slight whimpers of protest but among the three, one of them stood in front of the other two. As a cute way of protecting them. “A brave one you are '' the olo’eykte compliments. 

The one that protects the other two, was focusing on her head piece. A gasp of realization, the triplet pointed at Ikeynis face. 

“SLINGER!” 

She blinked twice, confusion was written on her face. 

“SLINGER! SLINGER!” 

The child repeats. And the other two followed.

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🌊 Tsahìk of the Eastern Sea Neteyam~ Sully x fem!Tayrangi!Na'vi! reader Chap. 2🌊

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Tompìva = raindrop = your Ikran's name

te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite = your Na'vi last name

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Hot tears mix with the rain as they roll down your cheeks, you take a hand away from your Ikran to push them away, and urge her to move faster. The wind whips through your hair as lightning illuminates the sky, and the sound deafens you as you take refuge in the trees. Landing, you dismount Tompìva and pat her neck, trying to find a somewhat dry place to hide when you spot a small metal building. After calming your Ikran you take refuge inside the small cramped building.

After entering the broken down door, you take note of how strange the small building is, and decide that it must be a skyperson's home. Wringing the water out of your hair you lay down on one of the soft beds at the end of the room, hoping no one will come back here anytime soon you drift off into a dream filled with your sister's shouting and look of disdain.

You feel something tap your arm and flinch, covering your face with your arm, "Five more minutes tsmuke," but the tapping doesn't stop.

Sitting up you glance around the unfamiliar surrounding before remembering the events of the last night. Standing you glance out one of the broken windows, sunlight streaming into it, nearly blinding you.

The ground is soft and muddy under your feet as you step outside, the rain is now long gone. Stepping towards the trees your feet catch on something and you fall face first into the mud, "Damn!"

Groaning, you sit up and inspect it, no damage, but notice a strange metal thing poking out of the ground. Your face contorts in confusion when you look down at it, noticing a skull inside of it.

"What is this?"

Hearing a twig snap, and movement in the leaves, a chill runs down your spine. Your tail flits against the ground nervously as you unsheathe your knife, dropping the skull. The shaking of leaves to your right makes you flinch, turning you watch as a pair of yellow eyes glare at you. And that's when you feel it. An arm throws you to the ground, and another grabs your Tsaheylu and yanks you up.

Hissing at your unseen attacker you struggle against his grip, but it's no use as your knife is knocked from your hand.

"And who might you be?" a voice asks as you flail and kick the air.

His hand grabs your chin roughly and forces you to look up at him, his eyes scanning your face for something. You hiss, baring your teeth at him before he laughs and tightens his grip.

"You don't look like him," he says and you glare.

"I don't understand," you choke out as his hand tilts your head from side to side.

"But you could be useful," dropping your face he turns to leave.

As he takes a step into the trees you watch as an arrow flies past him, landing in the dirt. The end is covered in familiar blue and yellow feathers, and your heart sinks. Why did you follow me here?

Another arrow plants itself in the person who's holding you, and they fall back choking on their own blood. With your new freedom, you snatch up your knife and slash at the two behind you before running to the trees, your legs carrying you as far away as possible before you slump to the ground.

Trying to catch your breath you hear the sound of gunshots ring through the forest. Freezing, you wait before standing and running back to the abandoned building. You can feel your blood run cold at the sight, the strangers gone, and in their place bleeding out on the forest floor is Aosìng.

Kneeling beside him you almost puke. His body is littered with at least five bullet holes, putting pressure on the wound you call for your Ikran.

"Damnit! Why did you follow me here?" you shout as you pull him onto your Ikran and take flight.

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It doesn't take long before you reach the parts of the forest you'd never even attempted to go to before. And you watch as the trees begin to thicken blocking out the forest floor. You urge Tompìva to slow down when you see strange tracks parting the trees, and a train comes into view. It speeds along the rail soundlessly as you pass by, careful not to be seen. Hearing the screeching of other Ikran, you glance over to see ten others flying around the train.

Flying lower, you attempt to land when you hear an explosion and feel yourself falling through the sky. Your hold on Aosìng weakens and he slips from your hands.

The last thing you hear before your body hits the ground is the pained screeching of Tompìva as she falls with you.

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Neteyam's eyes scan the area around the train as the others grab supplies when he hears the screeching of an Ikran. His head whips around scanning the sky when he spots it, a blue and purple Ikran falling through the sky and into the trees, its rider not far behind. He glances over at Lo'ak before heading off to the forest.

He rushes past the trees trying to find it, hoping it isn't too serious when he spots it. The now dead Ikran laying atop its rider. He rushes to their side slowly lifting the Ikran off of them and gasps. A girl who couldn't be much older than him is lying on the forest floor covered in her own blood.

After lifting her up his face falls once he recognizes her, "y/n?"

There are two bullet holes scattered across your torso, and one almost on your neck. He carefully lifts her into his arms when your eyes shoot open, "Tompìva!"

You leap forward, your hands cradling your Ikran's head in your lap as you sob. He watches as you turn and look around, muttering something he can't hear through your cries before you collapse.

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Your head pounds and your eyes flutter open, the glow of fire greeting you. You stand, wincing in pain when you notice someone standing at the entrance, looking in at you. You realize you don't recognize them when a hand forces you to sit.

"Your wounds will reopen if you do not sit and rest," you glance up to see an older woman now checking your wounds.

Slowly scanning the room, your eyes land on your small bag, once filled with flowers and herbs, now laying empty by the fire, and the memories come flooding back.

"Tompìva! Where is she?!? Is she hurt?!?" you shout, your breathing ragged as you frantically reach for your bag, only for a voice to stop you in your tracks.

"Who are you?"

Your hands tightly grip your bag as you look up to see the man in the entrance speaking. He looks familiar, you think to yourself before you clear your throat, answering his question, ""My name is - te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. I am the Tsak-" you pause, deciding on whether to tell them the truth or not, but decide against it, "Who are you?"

His face is unreadable as he steps closer to the fire, a woman walking in behind him, her eyes with suspicion as she looks you over.

"What were you doing in the forest? And where are you from?"

You glare at him, repeating yourself, "My name is  - te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. Who are you?"

He groans in frustration as the woman next to him puts a hand on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

You cross your arms and watch as they argue, before he turns to you again, "I am Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, and Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya Clan. Now, what were you doing in the forest and where are you from?"

You cover your mouth, concealing a gasp as you realize where it is you recognize him from.

"Ikeyni," you cough and wince before continuing, "I am Ikeyni's sister, Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan of the Eastern Sea."

He looks at you in confusion, looking to the woman before she speaks, "Ikeyni?."

A look of surprise washes over Jake's face as he turns to you, "Then what were you doing in the forest?"

You can feel tears pricking at your eyes when you recall the last conversation you had with your sister, and how you stormed off in the middle of the night.

"I was gathering herbs," you lie, your voice cracking at the end, and you can already feel the hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

His voice is solemn when asks his next question, "And where is your Ikran?"

A sob escapes you as you wipe away your tears, "She is with Eywa now," your hands wipe furiously at your eyes as your body is wracked with sobs.

Neytiri turns to Jake, her eyes full of concern, "We should let her rest, for now."

He nods in agreement before leaving, thinking about what to do next.

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You wake in a cold sweat, your dreams filled with the screeching of Tompìva, and your sister's words, "You are the Tsakarem, future Tsahìk of our Clan. What would I do if you had-"

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts away when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn to see Kiri standing in the entrance, a plate of food in her hands. She gives you a small smile as she walks towards you, taking a seat in front of you.

"Hi," you take the plate from her, careful not to spill its contents on the floor.

"Hi Kiri, right?" you whisper, your voice still hoarse from the screaming.

"I didn't think I'd see you so soon again," she says as you take a small bite of the fruit on the plate, cringing when the sour taste envelopes your mouth.

You thank her and push your hair out of your face, dreading what will happen when your sister finds out where you are.

"If it's okay, can I ask more about the Eastern Sea?"

Her voice is cautious, as she looks down at the floor. Setting your bowl down you nod, grateful for a brief reprieve from the events of the day.

"There's sand everywhere, and the ocean is always so pretty-"

You're cut off when you hear someone clear their throat. Looking up you see Jake standing with his arms crossed as he nods to Kiri.

She gives you another smile and grabs your plate, "I hope you recover soon."

You return her smile and thank her again before Jake walks closer to the fire, his brow twisted in contemplation.

Your eyes stare at the floor as you wait for him to speak, your hands twisting the ends of your hair. And you wonder where you lost your hairclip when he finally speaks, "So, you won't be able to leave right now," he gestures to your wounds, "But once you're all healed up, we'll take you back, okay?"

You frown, "What of my sister?"

Head spinning you jumped to your feet, nearly doubling over in pain as you hobbled to the entrance, "I swear I saw her Ikran before..."

He sighs as he rubs his eyes, "Ikeyni is fine, your friend however," he trails off as if trying to find the right words to say before continuing, "He'll live, but it will take longer for him to recover."

"My friend?" you question as you sit up, trying to remember more of what had happened before you blacked out.

That's when it hits you, Aosìng, that stupid skxawng! He had somehow managed to find you and from the looks of it, abandoned the raid. Which shouldn't have been for another two days...

"Was that, the raid?" you ask quietly crossing your arms.

Jake nods as Mo'at leaves, "It was moved forward after a change of plans."

But before he can you grab his arm, "Does she know where I am?"

Jake takes a deep breath before answering, "No, she doesn't know where you are."

You feel a mixture of relief and guilt wash over you. Relief that your sister is safe, but guilt for how you left things with her.

"When can I leave?" you ask, looking up at him.

"We'll take care of you until you're healed enough to travel, and then we'll take you back," he replies, his voice steady.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. You know that you owe gratitude to the Omatikaya for saving your life, but you can't help but feel like you were worsening things with your sister by staying.

Laying down as he leaves you let yourself drift off to an uncomfortable sleep.

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Neteyam's eyes glanced over at Kiri as she filled a bowl with more fruit. His tail flicked about impatiently as she started to leave. Crossing his arms he gently grabbed her shoulder, "Do you mind if I take it to her?"

Kiri glanced up at him and smiled, "Sure," she said before handing him the bowl.

Carefully walking to the end of the caves, Neteyam entered your hut to see you sitting in front of the fire arms crossed.

"Kiri, I'm not really-"

Clearing his throat, Neteyam interrupted you, "Here."

Watching as you accepted the bowl from him he sat across from the fire.

"Are you, okay?" he asks and then immediately bites his tongue.

Your expression is one of worry mixed with guilt as you set the bowl down.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"It's okay," you reassure, giving him a small smile before continuing, "I feel guilty," you pause at the feeling of warm tears rolling down your face.

Feeling a warmth on your face you blink, and see Neteyam's hand wiping away the falling tears.

"Guilt over what?" he asks his voice low.

"I got into a fight, with my sister," a sob wracks your body as you remember the look on her face as you left.

She had been so disappointed.

Netetyam's mouth opened and closed, trying to think of what to say, before a sob wracked your body. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head.

A few moments of silence had passed, Neteyam's chest now wet with your tears before you heard something clatter to the floor.

Looking over Neteyam's shoulder you flinched, Aosìng was standing in the entrance, gripping it so hard his hand shook.

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pairing: tsu'tey x tayrangi fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, a little swearing

author's note: remember how tsu'tey died in the first movie? no you don't :) part 1/?

FROM THE UNDERBELLY of their ugly metal ships, the sky-people carried out their relentless assault on the ground party below. Spraying bullets at every Na'vi and ikran within shooting range, the humans' objective was abundantly clear: to kill everything in sight.

Tsu'tey launched himself from the back of his ikran and onto one of the ships, sinking an arrow into a soldier's chest before his feet even touched the floor. Tossing the first gunman in his reach overboard, he grabs another, then another, keeping mental score of his kills.

That was three.

He was rushed by a group of them next, unleashing a barrage of assaults. Their combined strength was laughable. Disarming them was easy. Using his bow, he cracked open two of their masks and their bodies crumpled to the floor.

Two more.

Surely, these aren’t their mightiest warriors, he thought. His heartbeat quickened with adrenaline as he hunted for another opponent. There was a flicker of movement in his peripheral and he knew he’d found one. A soldier, crouching behind a crate of boxes fumbling to reload his machine gun. This was almost too easy. Pulling one of his arrows from a dying soldier’s sternum, he repositioned it in his bow and released it with a snap, piercing it through the latter.

One more.

He relished in his kill, unaware of the lone gunman gaining on him from behind. A strained war-cry from the soldier and another round of bullets were sent whistling towards Tsu'tey. He managed to evade the bulk of the crossfire, but not before he felt the stinging pinch of lead sinking into his shoulder, torso, and thigh.

The force from the gunfire was enough to cause imbalance. Launched backwards, Tsu’tey took a single step, the wrong one, and was suddenly in free-fall.

Where anyone else would have prayed or screamed until their lungs gave out, Tsu’tey didn’t bother. Warriors weren’t entitled to much in this life, save for a little pride and just enough years into adulthood to produce an heir. And even these things weren’t promised. Death, on the other hand, was guaranteed.

Tsu’tey had long since made peace with this notion, and found comfort in it, as it meant that his reunion with Sylwanin was also promised. She was closer than ever, as was the forest floor, and with nothing left to do but prepare for the inevitable landing, Tsu’tey closed his eyes, and braced himself for impact.

HARDLY A HEALER, you'd more or less managed to hold the battered Na'vi together long enough to deliver him to Mip'awn; the makeshift command post slash medical station operating from the Tree of Souls.

Upon your arrival, three healers approached your ikran, fervently inquiring the condition of your ward.

He’d worsened considerably since you’d plucked him from the sky. Previously writhing in your arms, hissing orders at you between grit teeth to grant him a ‘warriors death’; a mercy killing, he’d since succumbed to his injuries and was now completely unresponsive.

“He was shot. I tried to stop the bleeding but–” you gestured to the shoddy tourniquets you’d made from bits of your loincloth; tied firmly to his wounds, they were darkening by the second. “I’ve never seen so much.”

“Move child, let me see.”

The healer closest to you, an elder from the Tipani clan, took a moment to poke and prod at the flesh of his cheeks. She examined the color of his gums and his tongue; measured the warmth of his breath and the length, thoroughly searching for signs of life. Unsatisfied with his vitals (or lack thereof), she moved to raise one of his heavy eyelids. Taking note of the yellow eye rolling lazily in its socket, she grunted lowly and returned to her position. You couldn’t gauge her reaction– was that good? Bad? You searched her stoic face for an answer to no avail, although you silently prayed for the former.

“He is unconscious, but still with us.” A wave of her hand and the other two healers removed the warrior from your grasp and onto a stretcher. You watched as they lifted him with a grunt and carried him elsewhere. “He will live.”

“Does that mean that you can heal him?”

“Not I.” The elder woman said. “In matters of the Omatikaya, we let their Tsahìk decide what to do.” Starting after the healers she’d sent away with your rescue, the Tipani healer beckoned you to follow her. “Come. She is this way.”

The healer’s tent was dimly lit and noticeably cramped; virtually packed to the brim with sundry spiritual apparatus and healing materials. What little room was left to move around freely was occupied in part by the massive na’vi you’d collected. You soon learned that he was called Tsu’tey and that he was Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya.

His Tsahìk, Mo’at, worked expertly to repair the sloppy tourniquets you’d made. She criticized their craftsmanship as she undid them and detailed what she would have done differently. Peeling back the stained fabric, Mo’at frowned at the gushing wounds. The spindly woman sat back on her haunches in thought. Her daughter, Neytiri, crouched beside her, cupping a hand to her mother’s shoulder..

“What is it?” She asked. Her voice was barely that of a whisper and already cracking at the anticipation of the unthinkable. “Is he–?”

“No. Not yet,” the healer confirmed. “These injuries are worse than I thought. He has lost too much blood already. Perhaps it would be best,” a pair of cat-like eyes landed on her daughter’s mate– the famed dreamwalker, Jakesuli. “To kill him now so that he can finally rest with the ancestors.”

The Tayrangi clan voiced their dissent in the form hissing and gnashing teeth. Where the Omatikaya found honor in the merciful release of their wounded, the Tayrangi favored rehabilitation and retention in their numbers. Considering the Omatikayan’s preferred method of salvation, it was no wonder their clan was so small.

Unfazed by your clan’s aggressive display, Mo’at continued, “It must be done, Jakesuli. Our Olo’eyktan is weak. He is in no condition to lead the people.” Gesturing to Tsu’tey’s pallid form, she encouraged Jake to unsheathe his knife. Losing color himself, he refused.

“You don’t understand. I can’t– I won’t kill him.”

“You are sad for him.” Neytiri concluded. “Do not be, Ma Jake, for this is the way it has always been done. Since the time of First Songs. It is good–”

“Bullshit!” You interjected.

You’d since resumed your desperate attempt to keep the chieftain alive, as the only qualified healers in the room had resorted to giving pep-talks in the corner. It was maddening; In the time it would take to convince Jake to follow through with the coup de grâce, Mo’at and Neytiri could have done something useful and tended to Tsu’tey. Hell, he wasn’t even your Olo’eyktan and your efforts were more concerted.

“Nothing about…this,” you gestured between them and Tsu’tey. “is good. Have you such little regard for your Olo’eyktan that you’d just let him die?”

“His injuries are too great.” Mo’at answered curtly.

“The Tipani healer said he would live. You didn’t even try–”

“You will be mindful to watch your tongue, girl. I am Tsahìk of this clan, not Artsuk.”

As Toruk Makto, Jake was next in line for leadership and was regarded as such. Considered the provisory chief of the clan, the decision of Tsu’tey’s fate was ultimately his to make. Like the Tayrangi, he didn’t think killing Tsu’tey was right or even a necessary thing to do in this case. In the Marines, he’d seen guys in way worse condition after a war. Bruised, battered, and broken, those guys would do anything to keep in the fight. To live and see another day. Three gunshot wounds to a Na’vi’s massive frame was hardly fatal. Hell, even a human could stomach the injury under the right circumstances.

“You should go elsewhere while we decide what to do.” Mo’at suggested curtly.

“Nah, there’s no need. I’ve already decided.” Jake said finally. He figured there wasn’t much use in the clan losing a seasoned warrior if they didn’t have to. More selfishly, he wasn’t sure that he could stomach the loss of another friend– of another brother. Though he’d certainly have Tsu’tey’s mouth to deal with when he came to, he preferred that over the alternative. “Tsu’tey lives.”