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jadewritesficshere · 11 months

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It's time

Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!Reader

Steve goes into his rut.

Warnings: omegaverse dynamics, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, knotting

18+ Only

Steve blearily walked into the kitchen. It was 1 in the morning and something had woken him. He couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was Eddie coming home late? Or you, finally getting off a shift (if they would stop switching your hours all over the place, Steve would be happy so you wouldn't be so exhausted). Maybe it was simply the thunder outside.

Either way, Steve awoke with a mouth dryer then the Sahara. He needed water. He felt extremely hot too. As Steve grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the sink, he stared at the rain pelting the house. Taking a quick dip outside sounded nice. Steve chugged the water, quickly draining the cup. He left the sink on and dove forward, drinking directly from the tap.

A low growl rumbled through him as he drank. The water was cool on his tongue, quenching his thirst, but he felt hot. Steve dunked his head under the running water. The cold water running over the back of his head and down into the sink. He panted into the sink, nails digging into the edge.

The realization of what was happening struck him at the same time your scent hit his nose. Your scent smelled so sweet. It beckoned him. It called unto him to go to you. To make you his. To have you cry out his name in pleasure. To writhe and pant beneath him. To knot you.

The thought jolted him. Steve wanted to knot you. Steve knew what was happening. His rut had come, sooner than anticipated. Steve wasn't supposed to go into his rut yet. They had always been on time, but he had never lived with an omega before. That was the only reasoning that would make sense in his mind. Last rut, directly after you presented, Steve had holed up at his parents house (not that they would ever know since they were never there). Steve didn't want to pressure you and thought being around you would have been the most bittersweet torture.

But now you were dating. Now you were his omega. And he needed you. Now.

Steve's head snapped up, water rolling off his hair and down his neck. Beads of water were rolling down his bare shoulders. He never slept with a shirt on, only a pair of boxers. But they seemed too constricting now that he had his mind set on you. He hastily shoved them off, his erection springing up.

Steve's hand fumbled with the spout, turning the handle to shut the water off too hard and hearing a crack. The water kept trickling out, now leaking. It had Steve pause, he didn't want to use too much force and hurt you. You were soft. Pliable. You were sweet. You were his. And he was going to make sure you knew it.

Steve stumbled down the hall like he was drunk. Drunk on your scent. It beckoned him, calling like a siren to a sailor. He made it to your door and almost keeled over. It was too much and yet not enough at the same time.

Steve grabbed the door knob and yanked the door open. In his haste, the handle broke off in his hand. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a breath slowly. The door slowly creaked open as he stood there, staring at the handle in his hand.

Being in a rut, Steve forgot how strong he was. His thoughts only of you. Of pumping you full of his seed. He needed to get a hold of himself. He needed to be careful, or else he could hurt you. He didn't want to hurt you-

"Steve?" You called sleepily, rubbing your eyes and sitting up partly in bed.

He wanted to knot you. Wanted to have pups with you.

Steve felt like he was hyperventilating, taking breaths in and out so quickly. In one quick motion, he had slammed the door behind him and was on your bed. The door handle landing with a metallic clang on the hardwood floor.

You blink the sleep from your eyes as Steve slowly crawls up the bed towards you. A low growl escapes Steve, fangs peeking out between his parted lips. You can feel yourself become wet with arousal from anticipation. Steve's scent rolling of him, almost intoxicating.

You lay back on your forearms, watching Steve. Steve reaches your thighs, prying them apart. He leans in, nose brushing against your clothed cunt, and deeply inhales. Steve groans and inhales again, eyes locking with yours.

You can feel your slick soaking your underwear. You fidget slightly causing Steve to throw an arm across your hips to hold you down. "Smell so fucking good," Steve growls out. He nudges your clit with his nose causing you to jump. His tongue licks the slick seeping through your soaked underwear.

Steve moans at the taste. His fingers grip your thighs tighter. Steve opens his eyes to look up at you. Your eyes meet his, his eyes so blown they look almost black.

Your mouth is simultaneously dry and salivating at the sight of him. You can feel another gush of slick occur as your stomach alights with that familiar warm fuzzy horny feeling. You want him.

But he needs you.

"Please?" He asks, fingers flexing and pulling you closer. Even filled with the hormones from his rut, Steve thought of you first. You thread a hand through his hair,"I got you Alpha." Steve inhales shakily and nods.

On a normal day, he would take his time. Make sure you've orgasmed before him. Spend time being close and nosing at your mating gland, holding hands, whispering promises. Foreheads touching as he thrusts into you, fingers interlocked. When he takes you from behind, he envelopes you with his arms and holds you close. Soft and sweet.

But Steve can't. Not today. There is no soft and sweet in his mind. Steve can't even formulate words at this moment, just a low growl as he grabs your underwear. The sound of fabric ripping fills your ears as he tears the underwear from you.

Steve groans at the sight. You're drenched in slick. You look perfect. So ready for him.

Steve crawls up over you, face hovering over his. "I- fuck. I need-" Steve stumbles over his words as a whiff of your scent hits him. A scent that you've released to calm him. But he can also smell an undercurrent of your arousal.

"I got you Steve. I'm ready for you. Want you." You cup the side of his face with your hand and smile at him. Steve licks his lips before kissing you. He moans into your mouth as you return the same fervor. Steve can feel your tongue brush against his fangs before wrestling with his own tongue.

Steve lines himself up, cock catching on your hole. He teases your entrance slightly, feeling slick gush around him. Warm, wet, and fucking made for him. Steve growls as he thrusts in quickly, filling you to the brim in one motion.

You gasp slightly before a moan escapes. Steve sets a brutal pace. Fast and hard. The bed rocks with each thrust, headboard clanging against the wall. He shifts slightly, grabbing your legs and throwing them up over his shoulders.

At this angle, Steve hits that spot inside of you which every thrust. The thatch of hair and his pelvis hits your clit just right. A gasp escapes you with each thrust, sometimes being able to be formed into a moan.

"You're so- fuuucck. You. Omega!" Steve bites at your chin, close to your mating gland but not quite," So good. Gonna take care of you. Gonna fill you with my pups." You nod," Want it Stevie, please." "You're gonna get it babe. Gonna fuck gonna give you my knot. Make sure it sticks."

You tumble over the edge into pleasure. Your orgasm runs through you, leaving you shaking and spasming against Steve. You've never felt this good before. The pleasure was so immense it felt like you were floating.

Steve could feel your walls clenching around him. His abs tensed and he knew he wouldn't last. He thrust deep inside of you and came with a loud groan. Steve could feel his knot pop. You could feel his come painting your insides, the pressure of his knot holding you in place.

Steve collapses onto you. Steve pants heavily as he looked into your eyes. Careful of his knot, he wraps his arms around you and rolls onto his back, pulling you onto him. "You ok?" He manages to ask. You nod in response, laying your head against his chest. Steve can feel some of the hormones leave, able to think clearer.

"Not too much? We never...talked...about pups." Steve runs a hand up and down your back. You hum as you think before quietly saying,"Didn't think it would be this soon but...I want your pups Steve."

Steve's eyes shine slightly with unshed tears. He wasn't expecting to get emotional about it. You were his Omega. He would bite your mating gland today if he could- but he knew he should wait until after his rut. Steve didn't want you to think he only did it because of the hormones. Didn't want you to think it was "in the moment", even if he wanted to spend every moment with you.

He wanted to be your Alpha. Permanently. To take care of you. Wanted you to be his Omega forever. He can imagine a life with you. Growing old together and falling more in love. He can imagine you pregnant. Your swollen stomach, breasts full of milk. The way you would handle it with such grace. The perfect omega, not because you were an omega, but because you loved so hard and were amazing. Because you were you.

Steve can feel the heat start to come back as his knot starts to deflate. He wants to knot you again. You push off him slightly, sitting up and staring down at him. "Round two?" You grin down at him, running a hand through his chest hair. Steve groans and thrusts his hips up slightly," you're fucking perfect."

You begin to rock into him, slowly working your way up to lifting more fully off him and back down. Steve's hand lands on your hips, helping guide you up and down. He could stay like this forever with you. Gazing up at you with adoration, Steve hopes you want to stay like this with him forever too. His eyes land on your mating gland. He'd ask soon. Make it official. But right now, he was going to fill you up and knot you again.

#I lowkey just realized after finishing writing that Eddie and Robin are probably like 🧍‍♀️#I was so focused i forgot they also lived there in this universe fjskfskls #They leave a care package outside your broken door full of nutritious snacks and waters before leaving for the weekend #Anyways I want to take Steve's knot #I SAID WHAT I SAID #Alpha!Steve Harrington #Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader #Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington/you #Alpha!Steve Harrington/Omega!Reader #Jade is Talking #I've had this ready but keep talking myself out of posting cause I feel like I could do better but...here it is yall

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villainsimpqueen · 2 months

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Blood of the Barren

A what if story,

Basically what would Spiders life be like if he was raised in the Barren Lands.

The Idea had excited me, so i wrote "Blood of the Barren." which is roughly 9 google doc pages long of how Spiders life would've been if he was Raised by A Barren Lands Na'vi woman in the Barren Lands.

Some notes- His mother is an Oc i made for this story.

He seeing this as an alternative universe is not named "Spider." But still named after a venomous insect.

Enjoy!

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One's first moments of life should be brought in love, excitement and with a little exhaustion.

It was the way many were born, with higher spirits and surrounded with unconditional love.

Yet the screaming and wailing of one so freshly born, and the sounds of the helicopter that was to get them away from the war the young ones Father was hell bent on causing got hit and starting to fail and swerve over among the pandorian landscape.

The little one did not get such luck, I'm his mothers failing consciousness and panic. She clung to his small form in hopes to shield him from pain as the pilots and other escapees of war screamed and shouted.

“We're going down! we're goin down! Brace for impact!”

How the noise was entirely deafening and so very stressful for one just freshly intaking air so young. Not even comfortably wrapped in a blanket and still stained from fresh blood and ambanic fluids from his mothers womb.

Air only thing staying clean as the Ecopact filtered poisonous air that would have killed him slowly by suffocation and from the smoke of the crashing. He could only wail and scream for his non moving mother, his wails and cries ignored as growing winds started to transform the air just outside of the crash site. Wind and sand swirling around the damaged shelter that only halfway protected him, and his wails drowned out by the storm oddly concealing his wayward cries from teeth and claws that may have found him.

No this boy was not born in a room filled with love, no room for excitement, his mere first hours born was filled with panic, fear and death around him.

Such a tragic beginning for one so small.

His wails slowly starting to die out, his fresh throat finally growing raw and exhaustion filled him as the nights freezing air had take place in solidifying parts of his little limbs, the warmth of his deceased mothers body long gone, and by the time a great warmth started to roll over in the next day dawning, the small newborn could only let out the tiniest and raspy of sounds as the heat started to surrender a warm blanket of inescapable exhaustion seemingly going unheard.

And yet at all odds,

She had heard him when passing through the crash site in curiosity. The site being new and completely alien from her otherwise sand filled lands, the destroyed alien machine blowing out smoke from burnt and collapsed engines stained the normally clear skies bringing attention to nearby travelers.

She had approached after watching the smoking site after an hour when she approached it early in the morning. The precaution to make sure it too was truly empty and no other may deliver an attack should she approach was strong. It seemed to be a high reward to her as the strange foreign thing had many other things she could use, scattered among the crash site. Her long ears twitched as every so often a wheezing noise sounded making her eyes dart to the nearing dunes in looking for an approach, eyes finding none making her more alert when that faint wheezing sound called again, her head turned sharply to a half buried helicopter cabin. Her steps were filled with caution as she neared easily jumping up on its tipped side and peering down.

Bodies were not what she expected, even ounces of such strange nature, creatures she had never seen before all laying and dangling at unnatural bent ways, blood that had dripped stuck in place on unnaturally pale and gray skin. There seemed to be nothing but death, and left her questioning what were the strange creatures.

Her ears flicking as she went to leave until a they flicker at another raspy faint wheeze causing her to turn eyes falling one of the dead creatures, hair curled and dark brown, a strange thing around the creatures face but its arms curled around something where once again a noise sounded once again.

She moved crouching over the cabin's entrance reaching in her arms pulling the creature's arms apart and finding an even smaller creature.

As if her moments seemed to force life into him a desperate and yet pathetic wail cracked from it, making her pause, a sound she hadn't heard in many years of her life, not since she had left her own parents nearly a decade ago. Yet muscle memory took over her, from the few years she would aid with her Father and Mother with younger siblings her hands found way gently over the little one, picking him up with a smaller strange thing around his face.

The small thing barely moved in her giant hands, another pathetic wail weakly leaving paling lips as its small.face scrunched up.

A creature child.

She should leave it.

Yet her eyes found gazing down on the many other dead creatures, showing that despite everything this small little thing had survived, and judging by how weak it seemed, Even the Great Mother had deemed it able to be strong enough to survive. She was confused, She momentarily questioned the great mother. Why had the Mother led her to a strange child before a mate?

Yet the pitiful rasps from the small thing encaptured her attention. It was so small, ugly looking and yet, as her larger eyes took in the little thing in her hands, it was undoubtedly cute.

She did not know why the Great mother decided to make her a mother before a wife, but if she deemed her to have a strong child of some strange creature rather than a possibly weak mate, she would accept the child.

And in many ways the child had also accepted her. Almost immediately the child had taken to her as if he had come from her, and she found herself struggling with being indifferent for each time she suspected the child to be frail, he had shown strength.

It was a mere week with the child bringing him small bowl foods of fleshed, killed blood to keep him from drying out in the sun until she could quickly make way to the nearest pool of crystalline waters. A dangerous task for she saw how the child was nearly always reliant on the strange thing on his face. She saw it as a hindrance to him and went out of her way to travel to find things to make an offering to the great mother.

“You bring this child on my path, If you wish for me to raise him Great Mother, then you will make him breathe as me, See like me, hear like me, you will make him be as if my own blood. For Now he will have it in him as well.”

She had made her offer and demands as she left it on the highest dune she could find and slit her finger for her little son to suck on before his face would turn colors and she slipped off the mask, a task she would start daily from now on out. She started to take the mask off of her tiny son, introducing him to the air and to feed him.

She tended to keeping his pale skin shielded entirely under her cloak, leather wrapped to make a pouch to keep him near her chest when the little one seemed to try to start latching onto her, the small action is needed for nutrition and his small now much rarer cries had pushed her body into accepting him as one she had birth. Rich and thick milk had taken place, bringing her a moment of confusion before relief as her body had allowed her this small blessing to be able to provide the new son a rich and nutritional meal that would speed his small state to a larger one. She still had to make haste to the cooling pools, for her body could only provide so much before it will cut off the child's supply, her body would put her own needs above his, but some inkling told her that she would need to keep producing her milk longer for this small child than she would have for her own.

While against her nature Lizara had made a den within a rock structure in the oasis, it was purely out of the new forming mothering instincts that had enraptured her to stay somewhere where she could easily eat and drink, packing on more and more body weight for her body to burn while still providing her small son. And yes while that brought many invaders, for no one could make true claim to an oasis, She showed no mercy in protecting the little den she had made home for the little son.

As time went on the more her little son would grow, seeming as her offering and demand were granted for each day she removed her son's mask from his face, he would be able to go longer without it seeming to breathe more and more air. His strange pointy nose came flatter and flatter akin to her own, strange patterns started to appear on his pale skin and the more quicker he seemed to grow, It was hard for her instincts to differentiate him from one from her own womb.

Her favorite growth was his hair, as golden as the sands around them, and how his hair would curl and wave like the rare clouds that took to the sky.

She loved playing with her tiny son's hair, twisting it and braiding it, only whispering nothing but best fourchants in each twist of her hands.

Then came his first steps, bringing a sense of pride in her eyes as he learned to walk on the sandy lands, slowly his feet became thick with padding allowing her little son to to run across the hot sands without burning them.

She had mended a cloak for her little son, allowing him to explore around at a small distance from her, as she worked on building her sons independence away from her for she could not keep him coddled despite him being a different species, she would not, She would treat him as always her own and she needed him to continue to prove to the lands he was meant for them.

Toddler years had gone quickly, soon she had a young adventurous boy, no longer wearing the mask from wherever he had originally come from, for he no longer needed it.

She spent these years showing him the ways that her mother before her had shown her, she had her challenges, like the extra finger on his hands, how to show him the correct way to read the stars to find the oasiss that were scattered in the lands. The sun seemed to do very well on her son, his pale complexion from birth vanishing deepening to match the sands around them, the strange patterns he had lightened and with the aid of his cloak he blended into the surroundings which was an Eywa's blessing for the increase of running into ambushers had grown.

Each day Lizara grew more concerned that an ambusher would spit and attack her small son, and so she taught her son how to protect himself with a blade he could keep at his hip.

By his sixth year it was time for his join along hunt, where she would focus on teaching him how to hunt and provide for himself and perhaps his future family, whenever that may occur.

Her son had been eager, for he had watched his mother for years to hunt and now his opportunity had come he felt well prepared, crouching low to not be spotted by the prey animals, sneaking up while listening, hearing their calls before his mothers echoed above the animals calls.

He prepared eyes watching the animals intently watching as the boar like creatures scattered running, he took took off managing to slam himself into one like how he saw his mother do before so many time and drag his blade into the beasts stomach, a weak point and easy, something his mother had advise before hand that may be more successful for someone his size.

His mother had looked at him with pride and taught him how to skin the animal and prepare his first offering to the great mother and watched her son hike up the tallest sand dune they could find to leave it for the great mother before returning back to her.

They found their temporary shelter where she allowed him to make the night's fire on his own and prepare supper with the boys killed. They enjoyed the meat raw and seasoned with the spices and herbs gathered from oasis.

Both enjoyed their meal and his mother would tell him the story of how she had found him a creature far from the people and now he was one of the barren lands.

It would be a few days after that hunt before she found a name that fitted him for in the morning Lizara had woken up to find her son missing from their temporary den had made her rush out of the den.

She had found him, playing near some uncovered rocks, in his hands small creatures that would cause a harsh and poisonous sting.

She had watched her boy hold these creatures and despite their stingers stabbing into his fingers the boy did little to react, moving busy picking them up and moving around.

Almost entirely immune to the small creatures' venom.

Kali'weya

The boy was named Kali'weya after the scorpion creatures he seemed so fascinated with playing. And like the small creatures who became ferocious and cunning hunters, Kali'weya had become one himself, Lizara found her sons eagerness to hunt bringing down beasts larger than his size and make new cloaks for them both or pouches, her son seeming to live mending together wrappings and necessities for them both, amd she took pride in knowing she had taught him well at being self sufficient.

Her favorite moments with her son were when she would fix his hair, untangling and reweaving the strands, fixing each strand before taking a strand that framed his face, her boy looked at her curiously before hope and eagerness filled them as she pulled out his first carved bead fixating it on the strand.

“This will be the strand where you will mark every important thing on.” she had whispered to him, watching how her boy would smile showing off his sharper k-9 teeth, his eyes seemed to shine brighter than the stars and suns.

It would be later in his teenage years still staying by his mother's side, while now mostly caring for himself, the boy saw no need to leave his mother just yet.

Traveling along still learning whatever lessons his mother would share, he enjoyed the days. While mostly predictable they brought him peace it was the same that his mother had on her face with each breaking down to falling dust.

Kali'weya would be the one to spot a new occurrence, the sounds of beating wings hitting his ears and his mothers. They both would share a look before creeping amongst sand dunes hearing sounds of voice echo as they peer down.

The new occurrence made the young adult's eyes widen, animals that he never saw in the deserts before landed, on them were outsiders of the lands, two of his mothers age and a group of them his age and younger it seemed.

They all seemed exhausted and hot, Weariness in them that seemed to make it to their teeth.

The noise they all made, had hurt his ears and he heard his mother snort a sound before sliding down the dunes.

“Best to leave, they'll draw in only trouble.” His mother had spoken and yet as he followed his mothers lead he had paused.

“Shouldn't we help them?” He had asked his mother, watching as she turned to look at him.

“We do not speak to outsiders Kali'weya.” She had said promptly but her boy's face had turned as he looked back at the sand dunes.

Perhaps it was that he was truly not of this world for her son always had this sense of need to help others.

“Would it not bring us good chances later on a hunt?” He asked her, looking back at his mother with a softness in his eyes.

Her son was good. sometimes too good nature and she worried that would be used against him one day, but she would not crush his nature.

Lizara had relented and led her teenager around sand dunes making herself and her son known to the outsiders.

The first meeting had not gone well, but it was the older man that had stopped his mate from acting out too rashly to them. He brought attention to her son, which had made the woman pause and stare along with their children.

“What demon blood is that child from?” The woman had hissed causing his mother to snarl standing in front of Kali'weya protective.

“He is of these lands, He is of mine. Ewya gave him to me and that is all that matters. You will not bare fangs at him again if you wish to have your head on your throat.” A promise was What Lizara had made before her mate Jake Sully he had called himself had intervened.

“I apologize for my mate, she is hot and wearily.”

“Do not apologize for me.”

“We have found ourselves lost, trying to find the sea, please, we have gone in circles, any aid is appreciated.” He continued.

Lizara had every right to refuse such a thing.

But her son had stepped from behind her nearling the sully children who were soaked in sweat and were using the animals wings for shade.

“You have to dig in sand in the shade of a dune to cool.” He had spoken up towards them before waving a hand.

“Come.” He spoke much like his mother had done when he was a tot heading around the dunes, the sully children following after approval of their parents, as they seemed to stay behind with their strange animals and speaking to his mother.

Kali'weya had showed them to dig in the first layers of sand and lay in the pocket exposing their burning skin to cool sand.

“I am Neteyam..These are my younger siblings Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk.” The oldest of the sully's had been introduced as he layed in a fresh exposed pocket he had dug.

Kiri, in the example one Kali'weya had dug out for them.

Kali'weya had stood up moving to a dune and started digging, preparing a den, somewhere where the sully's could take shelter from the high standing son, he let out a grunt near and here.

“I am Kali'weya.” He had spoken before starting to crawl into the dunes kicking out the sand hollowing it out.

There was a brief silence and the boy poked his head out making sure they were okay as the sully kids stared at him.

“Like the bug!?” The smallest sully Tuk had exclaimed as she smiled at him, her ears perked up, it had brought a smile to his own features and he nodded.

“Yes. My mother had found me playing with them after I had proved myself strong for the lands, my first hunt. Their stings do not bring me pain for she chose them to be my name. Mother says they are my family because I act much like them.”

“Who are your real parents? You know the Sky demons. You came from them. How'd you end up here? And how do you look..that..” The third youngest, Lo'ak had questioned earning a slap against the back from his older brother.

“You are a prick.” Kiri had hissed and scolded their brother.

Kali'weya had rose his brow, His mother had told him about she had found him, knowing he came from some other kind of creatures, but with Eywas accepted offering he had became like his mother.

��My mother had found some strange rocks held in the arms of a dead strange woman and by corpses of others. My mother had taken me as her own, and raised me on her own.” He told them leaning onto his hands from the opening of the den to the dune he was working on.

“Eywa had changed me to be one of my mothers own. As far as I care I am from these lands, and I am from my mother. No other blood.” He had told them watching their faces change in many emotions.

“You said you're one of these lands..does that mean you had done all your trails?” Neteyam had asked, Causing Kali'weya to tilt his head.

“I do not understand you entirely…to be one of these lands you must prove that you are not weak starting at birth until you can hunt entirely on your own then leave your parents entirely. I have done all of this, but I have not left my mother. I worry she will grow lonely, The great mother had never led a mate to her to guide. If I leave she has no body.” Kali'weya had explained yet their earlier words had made him look more so at his hands.

“Some of you have hands like mine…Even your father ... .You said Sky demons.” He had looked the sully kids in their eyes.

“Are we of another great mothers blood?”

The sully kids explained what they could about the sky demons, but when the adults had finally come and joined them it prompted Lizara to side eye the one named Jake Sully and it led to him explaining everything, and why they are fleeing.

“You have the face of the one who brought death to many many people.” Jake had spoken to the boy, “I believe he is your father.”

It had caused Lizara to tense and caused the boy to freeze.

“The one you run with your tails in your legs from? You dare filth my son's name with such an accusation.” Lizara had snapped.

which caused Jakes to make Neytiri snarl back.

“A face never betrays one's blood.” Neytiri barked out, ignoring what pai. might have been sent back.

The sully kids eat slicked back as they watch the New friend of theirs face fall.

He moved a hand to his mothers arms bringing Lizara attention to him.

“I wish to find myself.” He had softly spoken watching the emotions form through his mothers eyes.

“But I wish you to be there as I find it and learn what I once may have been.”

He made sure his mother Knew he would not leave her, for he was not ready and that the call to find his origins still called him.

his mother grasped his hand holding it tightly.

“I will aid you as I always have my son.” She whispered.

That night they had joined the sully's in their flight out of the Barren Lands which was his home, aiding in rerouting them over the golden sands over the small mountains to the lands of red sands, past and far far above the death forest and swamps where he took in the sights of lust rich and bright green forests.

The sully's had told Kali'weya that this was their home, and they flew over it not stopping as they tasted salt in the air.

Kali'weya would later meet the one that had sired him in another life, found washed up on another side of the island after the destruction and death he had brought to the sully's once again.

While he had anger and hatred for the man that showed him what monstrous origins that were in his veins, the nature his mother had kept in him still held true as he dragged the man out of the sea and onto the sands of beaches.

He would make this man tell him of his other mother, where she was and for him to see if she too was truly a demon like his blooded father.

But his blood was thicker with the one that raised him, than the ones that sired and birthed him.

And should this demon ever raise a blade against the ones Kali'weya loved, he would strike him down like the very thing he was named.

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