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The 6 known Clans in the Avatar Movies

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More baby boy Ìir

The Metkayina man is my friend's oc Tsu'Riyan

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Ikeyni and Akwey about Neteyam 

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I have now seen someone say that what the RDA and Quaritch did in the first Avatar wasn’t genocide. Shoutout to the Olangi clan, you guys may be gone but I’ll never forget you. 🫡🫡

[fruitmilkshake]

Na'ran Te Rawnm Entu'itan, Tarya's dead father...

Shooting stars never flied for me

My house's on mars, kinda hard to see

You know, you know I'll see you again

[legofanguy]

Avatartober day 30 Your oc in other clan

A James Cameron Avatar AU fanfiction for @ho-shka event Avatartober day 30 your oc in other clan featuring my Recon oc Kevin Reedcorn and Aupkux in Aupkux's clan in a AU in which Kevin is a Na'vi and Aupkux clan were not killed. I have not think up of a name for them yet, but I imaged Aupkux's clan as a soft of field clan similar to African tribes and a offspring of the Olangi clan.

Knextan riding his Direhorse return to clan village where young Na'vi run to greet the older hunter and Knextan said to them, "Easy, little ones. I know that you are happy to see my partner, but I don't want us to hurt you by accident." and he got off his Direhorse as the clan chief walk up to Knextan and ask him, "Another successful hunt blessed by Eywa?" and Knextan said, "Not quite. I think the animals were nervous by the Ash People." and the chief sigh as it is not a good sign if the Ash People are moving into other clans terriority while Knextan head home to find his mate Aupkux taking care of their baby and she greet Knextan, "It's good to see you another, Knextan." and the two kiss.

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[mochalottie]

Part seven of For the Nights and Days of Life has arrived! In all her mystery ensconced beauty, I hope you do enjoy it!

(I have made myself fall in love with Ikeyni I love how playful and cool and slightly bitchy I've made her and I hope you will too XD)

Do be warned that there will be a tiny timeskip in the next part, although it won't be a big one we just need to move the plot along. Enjoy <3

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Proximity pt. 3

Neteyam x Olangi! Reader

Warnings: awkwardness, more denial, pretending certain things didn't happen, Neteyam is STRESSED, reader is homesick and anxious af, Omaticaya girls hating on her cause they want Neteyam (who could blame them), Lo'ak is Lo'ak

Neteyam didn't know what he'd done wrong. He'd been pacing the floor of the hut you two were supposed to share, to live in together forever in less than a week, vaguely aware of the fact that he was probably going to wear a hole in the floor if he kept this up but decided he had bigger problems to worry about.

Like how you hadn't spoken to him beyond a few words, ducking your head, letting your braids cover your face every time so he couldn't see your expression, since he'd kissed you.

Had you not liked it? You'd said you didn't mind, but... maybe he'd misread the whole thing. Maybe he'd scared you off for good by kissing you after barely a few days of knowing you.

He couldn't help himself. You'd just looked so good, standing there with the sunlight bringing a warmth to you that he'd never seen before, with that starry look in your eyes like all your worries about the impending union had been wiped away. By him.

Or, at least, the home he'd built for you.

Even if you hadn't spoken to him in what felt like weeks, the hut was still rich with your presence in sweet, subtle ways.

Neteyam searched for them now, eyes flicking about the room like a child scrambling for a security toy. He found himself doing this often, in the same order, whenever he was stressed. It had been subconscious at first, then grew into an unshakeable habit.

First, your cloak, hung neatly on a peg near the entrance, smelling even now, albeit faintly, of dry grass and direhorse.

Secondly, a few small pots of paint. You'd use it for your ceremonial paint for the union. But for now it remained untouched, sitting on one of the shelves. Waiting.

The wind chimes. Your wind chimes, now, really. They'd confused you at first, but even on days without wind, now, you'd set them going with a simple brush of the fingers as they passed by.

A half-carved direhorse. You'd been making wooden animals for Tuk lately, possessing a talent for woodcarving even Jake or Neytiri couldn't rival. But you hadn't finished this one for some reason, and so there it sits on the window sill, as it has for weeks now.

Your knife sheath. Tough, practical, like everything else you owned.

Not that you had a lot of things. The Olangi were so minimalistic, which, to Neteyam, seemed something of a miserable existence.

The Omaticaya adored beautiful things, surrounded themselves with them. Pretty trinkets, sparkling stones, colourful, intricate clothes...

Neteyam wanted to share all of that with you. He didn't even know if you wanted anything to do with the Omaticaya culture and way of life, but he knew he wanted to share it with you. Badly.

But you wouldn't even look at him.

Neteyam sighed, stepping in the middle of the hut, clasping his hands over the back of his neck as he looked at your few belongings, wondering if he'd rushed things, ruined it all, ruined what could have been a perfectly good union.

Meanwhile, across the village, you were having your own problems. Well, you didn't have a problem. But the slender, rich blue Omaticaya girls adorned in pretty, delicate clothes approaching you seemed to.

"You're the Olangi, right?" the girl at the forefront asked with a smile.

"Yes," you said, brow furrowing in confusion as they drew nearer, though they seemed a little wary of your direhorse, your precious Akicita, who was quite a bit bigger than the Omaticaya direhorses and nowhere near as gentle.

Well, he behaved for you, but you'd been with him from almost his birth. You were all he knew, and now more than ever, since you'd brought him to this strange place with no familiarity to it whatsoever.

"Did you need something?" you began, turning from Akicita to face them fully. "Only I'm busy, I-"

You were busy. You knew brushing them off probably wouldn't endear yourself to the Omaticaya further, but you were.

With bomb-proofing Akicita, that is.

There were a lot of new distractions and things to scare or startle him. You didn't want any accidents, so you spent your morning walking and riding him alternately around camp, introducing him to everything.

"Neteyam will never love you," the same girl said, interrupting you, her words punctuated by her friends' laughter.

You kept your expression carefully impassive, and turned back to Akicita, stroking his shoulder to calm him as he stamped his hoof, shaking his big head unhappily as he felt the hurt strike through you. "I know," you said, voice taut with the effort of not snapping at them for having the audacity to even speak to you about such things. "What is it to you? You have an even lesser chance of winning his affections than I do."

She looked like she'd been slapped.

You'd only spoken the truth, so you couldn't even begin to imagine why she then hissed at you, causing Akicita to whinny, trying to bully his way between you and them.

"You are nothing to him, just a-" she began in a voice that was unsteady with false brightness, only to be cut off.

"Just a what?" a familiar voice piped up, and the equally familiar form of Lo'ak entered your vision as he ducked under Akicita's head to stand next to you, nudging the direhorse out of the way fearlessly.

Lo'ak and Akicita had taken a liking to each other for reasons you couldn't decipher. Neteyam said it was because they were both troublemakers.

Damn. You'd been trying not to think of him. After the kiss and everything... You'd barely been able to look him in the eye. What kind of Olangi were you, to throw yourself so shamelessly at him like that? You were a disgrace, plain and simple. He'd been the one to kiss you, but you didn't have to be so pathetic about it.

It made you dizzy just thinking about it.

"Go on," Lo'ak encouraged, bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes bright as he stared at the girls. "My brother's future mate is just a what?"

She hissed at him too, but her friends withdrew, melting back into the village like they'd never been there, clearly not wanting to square up to the second son of Toruk Makto. She had no choice but to go too, casting you a nasty look over her shoulder.

Lo'ak shrugged, then turned and gave you a lopsided smile. "They're bitches."

You repeated the unfamiliar word back to him, though it felt clumsy in your mouth. It must be English. Neteyam had told you their father had taught them a little. Damn. You had to stop thinking of him.

It did nobody any good, not you or him. You'd made a silly mistake, blinded by the allure of your first kiss and him, and you shouldn't have kissed him. You were supposed to wait.

Not that that was the way of all Olangi, but you were the youngest child of the olo'eyktan. You couldn't just go around kissing people like that.

"Hey," Lo'ak said, giving your shoulder a shake. "You okay? Breathe, bro. You look like you're about to pass out."

"I'm fine," you managed, shaking your head.

He shrugged again. "If you say so." He seemed uncomfortable for a second, looking at you intently. Then he spoke again. "I don't actually like you all that much, y'know?"

You blinked slowly, absorbing that. Then you mimicked his shrug. "No one seems to around here." You turned back to Akicita, feeling like crying, which you hadn't for years. How could you, when you had been so happy?

You missed your home. No one had ever insulted you there. You were with people you loved and who loved you.

"Hey, no, wait, I'm not done," Lo'ak rushed out, following after you as you took ahold of Akicita, leading him away. "I don't like you, but my brother does. So why have you been ignoring him? He's really upset about it."

You raised your eyes skyward, asking the Great Mother for patience. "We kissed," you said bluntly, slowing your walk to let Lo'ak catch up.

His eyes went wide. "Wow! Really?"

"I have brought shame upon myself and my family by throwing myself at him so shamelessly," you continued in a monotone.

The way Lo'ak tilted your head told you he had no clue what was so shameful about it.

"We must be joined before the eyes of the Great Mother before we can... kiss," you explained, curling your lip and baring your fangs at him in exasperation. "And everything else."

"Dumb," Lo'ak announced loudly, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked alongside you. "We don't do that. You can kiss him if you want. You don't have to be mates to kiss someone."

"You have to where I'm from," you sighed. "And I did want to kiss him. I still want to."

Lo'ak's nose scrunched, brow furrowing. "Ew. You can keep that to yourself."

You rolled your eyes and shoved him. "Are you trying to help or trying to make things worse?"

"I'm not making it worse. You're making it worse by not talking to anyone except your giant fuckin' horse," he pointed out.

He was right, and you hated that. "How was I supposed to know the cultural differences ran so deep? I thought Neteyam would be ashamed too! That he would not want to see me!"

"Eywa, you're stupid. He's giving you space," Lo'ak huffed at you, tail lashing out and hitting you smartly on the back. "Just talk to him. Please. He's so depressed. It's driving everyone crazy."

"You are truly annoying," you said, hitting him back across the leg with the flat of your tail. "Fine. I will talk to him. And then we will kiss." The last part was just to annoy Lo'ak more, and he wrinkled his nose again, shoving you.

"Bro, shut up!" he laughed.

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Part Four >

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Kxayltirey Lore Dump

One day there may be a cleaner explanation on this one. This is a kind of a draft laying out the basics.

I also talk a little about my characters so you can read about them with the context of their history.

Kxayltirey are my na'vi fan clan consisting of a subspecies of na'vi I call the 'arboreals', - short, dark na'vi with prehensile tails. They descend from a close common ancestor with rainforest na'vi, but specialized to life in heights, like floating mountains and cliffs etc. (Just like the rainforest na'vi, - they can still live just fine in other habitats as well. Just like there are rainforest Na'vi who live in the plains, like Olangi or Zeswa, - there are arboreal na'vi who live in places not "typical" to their kind. Their small size and darker colors make them well-suited to life in deep dense rainforests as well.)

Early Kxayltirey (several millenia old)

Once upon a time, a tribe of flying nomads settled to this mosaic of varied habitats, connected by gigantic vines. These massive superorganisms of a plant that they were, became the homes of most Kxayl.

The vines, the biggest of them becoming the central hub of all Kxayl society, connected three distinct habitats, - the Floating Mountains, the Plateau and the Gorge Forest.

Kxayl specialized and developed local distinct subcultures based on which habitat they lived in, but the vines brought them together as one people, sharing their resources together.

This peaceful time period perhaps saw its smaller conflicts, - but nothing like what came next...

Imperial Occupation (300 years)

The sky people were not the first people to ever touch Pandora who had succumbed to a lifestyle that drained the resources of its environment. This was an unusual, dark time period on this particular corner of Pandora, - as a few power-hungry na'vi empires unlike anything seen before, arose to bloody competition with one another.

One such empire, whose rulers had banned their own people from studying the historical knowledge of their ancestors, - to be able to stay in their power and to justify their rule, - arrived to the Kayltirey lands as occupiers.

They used gas-producing large plants to create explosions. They came flying ikran, having specialized mostly to fight other ikran-riding peoples.

The Floating Mountains Kxayl fell first. Their culture to this day is almost gone. Their cultural attire became the basis for the modern Kxayltirey ikran rider's "uniform", since these people were all forced to become warriors for the empire if they weren't killed.

Plateau Kxayl were divided to those who sided with the occupation to gain a favorable position in it and to climb its ranks, and to those who rebelled. This resulted in a civil conflict between the rebels and those who served the empire. The rebels lost. The empire-serving Plateau folk gained a lot of power over other Kxayl during this time period, and many advantages compared to the rest who were turned into an underclass to serve their new overlords.

Gorge Forest Kxayl were impossible to conquer. Why so? Their biodiverse rainforest habitat made them the most self-sufficient and least exploitable of all Kxayl. They also lived in an environment the occupants weren't well-versed to move or fight in. The Gorge Forest people found friends in several other clans, like the thanator-riding Anurai who were also in trouble with the Empire. They learned the arts of thanator bonding from the Anurai during this time period.

Connection to Eywa, - then and now Most Na'vi, including Kxayltirey before the occupation, have always had an access to their ancestor's memories and knowledge, which has kept many na'vi societies away from developing extremely corrupt prover structures and cultivated a sustainable relationship with their environment.

In this old empire, a different way had taken place. In this way, regular folk could not access Soul Trees at all outside of strictly controlled ceremonies the Tsahik and her scholars supervised. This is how the rulers censored historical information and even fed revised history right into the brain of the people.

Occupied Kxayl were forced out of their old ways by their overlords. The memories of their ancestors, especially those who recorded the crimes of the occupants and those who served them, still live within Eywa. The memories of those who were persecuted, are still there, but were made inaccessible by this gatekeeping.

Gorge Forest folk were able to keep their old ways, connection to Eywa and communion with their ancestors.

The Mountains and Plateau folk were forced to adopt the empire's ways with Eywa, still carried on by their Tsahik's lineage.

Post-occupation Period (roughly 150 - 200 years?)

As all empires fall, so did this one who ruled over the Kxayl...

Several Kxayl whose ancestors had kept resisting the empire, rose their voices about dismantling the warped, barred relationship to Eywa the empire had cultivated.

Unfortunately, those Kxayl who had betrayed their own to serve the empire, had other ideas. They quite liked the power and resources they had over others, and knew that a real revolution could soon cost them their own heads as well.

To ensure their survival and continued dominance, these Kxayl who once served their colonizers, launched a campaign to purge anyone who resisted their rule. This is what cemented their new rule and a luxurious lifestyle maintained by the subjugated people who would now be born, live and die knowing nothing else.

The new Kxayl ruling class created a lie. They claimed they liberated the Kxayl from the old Empire. (actually they inherited the throne from it) They claimed that this is why everyone else (often descenants of the actual rebels) owed them their gratitude and servitude. The free Kxayl could not be so free, after all...

Folks in the Outskirts (common name for all the more distant Kxayl villages in the Plateau and the Mountains) have retained a sustainable relationship with the land, but have local Tsahik's scholars who control their access to the Soul Trees.

Kxayltirey lands are literally haunted! The repressed memories of traumatized ancestors who never got justice, haunt the whole lands. Through Eywa, they inflict bizarre events through the plant and animal life of the region. They inflict events that cause disappearances of people, abnormally and dangerously behaving "possessed" animals and other such events.

Compromised ecosystem The rulers of the Kxayl have their people harvest a lot of materials from their lands to trade with other clans for various products and materials, mostly to cultivate their luxurious, detached lifestyle that doesn't respect where everything they have, comes from.

This complicates the ecosystems of the Kxayl plateau and Mountains especially around the smaller villages in the Outskirts whose people are losing their livable lands the fastest. These people are often forced to send their young to the Upper plateau to serve as Ikran warriors or in other professions to secure the survival of themselves and their families.

Gorge Forest Folk Said Bye The Gorge Forest people are a completely separate tribe at this point. Hostility between the tribes is mutual and neither wants to mess with the other. Gorge Forest people carry the knowledge of everything that happened in the past, and consider Plateau society's story a great tragedy.

The Plateau Kxayl view Gorge Forest people and most other na'vi as "driven insane by the voices in Eywa". This is yet another lie by the Tsahik's lineage to bar the knowledge of their crimes from the people, to protect the status quo.

Who is Kxasi?

Kxasi is born to a village in the partially forested lower plateaus called Talioang'ri (a wordplay from 'Sturmbeest Watch').

He is very much an Outskirts dweller, carrying mixed cultural heritage from Gorge Forest and Plateau folk. The lifeways of his village are more indigenous than those in the central upper Plateau, but have also lost their old connection to Eywa. Kxasi has never bonded to a Soul Tree on his own, - he has only known the ceremonies where the Tsahik's scholar controls the information and spoonfeeds fake history to people.

Kxasi's hairstyle is considered an archaic style of the Gorge Forest people, usually only worn by old people of his village. Most young villagers adopt the tied-up side-shaved styles typical to Upper Plateau, to one day fit in there. Kxasi is an exception to this, as he doesn't change this even when he moves to the Upper plateau to become an Ikran Rider.

People in Talioang'ri village are extremely competitive, since they have shame about their "lower status" in the Upper plateau high society. Most want to prove themselves as well as secure good futures for their families by advancing in the Kxayl hierarchy.

Kxasi is a bit of an oddball, - as he has always been a "nerd" massively uninterested in in his peers and mostly having been invested in impressing teacher and mentor figures in his life. He approaches his Ikran Warrior journey from the POV of "wanting to be fucking awesome" (besides the more material interest of his family's benefit) and he wants to do this all showing off who he is and what he's proud of.

Kxasi isn't about fitting in, but he's very much about "winning". His self-worth and identity are very strongly built around being better than, - so everything is competition in his mind. Kxayltirey society produces many as bitterly competitive individuals as Kxasi is, with high material stakes, so you can only imagine how much drama and bloodshed there will be.

Due to the competitive culture in his village, and also his own asocial nature, - Kxasi is often described in many unflattering ways by his peers. He likes to be admired but usually just doesn't like people very much unless they are Special TM and he looks up to them / considers them better than himself.

Nantangven, a high-ranking Ikran Warrior commander reduced to a humiliating role of a teacher of Ikran-N00bs, really catches Kxasi's eye as a "special one". They have an intense and extremely unprofessional relationship to one another. Kxasi makes Nantangven's life... Quite interesting. ;) (both characters are adults! Nantangven is basically a butch lesbian dilf....) (Yes, Nantangven is also an unusual oddball in the Upper Plateau, - his mother was one of the last Anurai, so he's a rainforest/arboreal na'vi hybrid and therefore taller than everyone else. He also retains his Gorge Forester father's hairstyle. He gained his position by immense skill and effort, which invites a lot of jealousy from the Upper Plateau nepotism babies among the Ikran Commanders.) (Yes, Kxasi adores him for not being a coward and for being truly skilled yet underappreciated... Nantangven has many qualities marking him as Kxasi's favorite person ever!)

Kxasi's Ikran Warrior Arc is followed by.... Him gaining a disability that makes ikran riding impossible to him, and forever renders him unable to compete for a life he finds respectable. In this emptiness he discovers, he has no real community anywhere. However... He just so happens to fall into the Gorge Forest... And a new transformative journey begins.

(His relations with Nantangven have a sour and tragic turn eventually... Oofsie oofs)

(Old!Kxasi is a VERY radically different person from the young adult one... I'm really excited to share him too, but not yet..)

Genderwhat? You may notice I use 'he' when referring to these characters. However, they are not men. Kxayltirey society historically has a gender concept for what would be their version of gender-nonconforming people. One of these concepts is analogous to what butch women and transmasculine folk represent in our world.

While historically these people have been respected and accepted in Kxayl society, they face the most stigma in the Upper Plateau where the ruling class tries to enforce strict gender roles and heterosexuality onto people. (Within the upper class itself the control is the strongest, while in the Plateau regular folk you'll find many different kinds of attitudes, bot acceptance and prejudice).

I call Kxasi and Nantangven botch 'butch' as well as 'lesbian', - and they have a masculine homoerotic dynamic.

There are plants of Pandora that can be used to hijack endorcine systems, and many na'vi use these to either masculinize or feminize their physique. So, HRT is a thing, among any other medicine derived from nature. Both Kxasi and Nantangven have gone through some masculinizing endorcinal treatment, but both have visible breasts. Kxasi doens't mind his own, Nantangven has a mixed and nuanced relationship to his. (Nantangven is very much a 'stone'-adjacent butch, due to physical dysphoria reasons. Kxasi is nondysphoric.)

[nattikay]

The sound of her daughter's shuddering gasp in the nearby hammock startled Mo'at awake. A nightmare, no doubt. After all the recent tragedy, tormented dreams stalked the clan like a pack of relentless nantang; Neytiri was likely not the only one sleeping poorly tonight.

Hardly two weeks had passed since the battle in the floating mountains, and just one since the Sky People departed and JakeSuli passed through the Eye of Eywa. Though the war itself was over, the heavy wounds and destruction it had left in its wake still lingered. It would take time to heal and rebuild.

Jake had seen to it that the building of a new village began as soon as possible; after all, the clan could not stay at Vitrayä Ramunong forever. There was still much work to be done…with no more Hometree to shelter them, the Omatikaya found themselves learning to build marui like some of the other clans. The Olangi survivors in particular seemed keen to teach them what they knew. Their clan had suffered the some of the highest casualties, and it seemed that keeping busy with the marui construction helped them cope with their grief.

Not every family had their own marui ready yet, but at least there was enough structure now that everyone had sufficient shelter from wind and rain, even if the few finished marui (and even some half-finished ones) were rather crowded at night. As for Mo'at herself, she currently spent her nights in a half-finished dwelling with her daughter and son-in-law.

Mo'at remained still in her hammock, wide-open eyes staring blankly out into the darkness as she listened, facing away from her temporary roommates. Though her daughter was grown, her maternal instincts yearned to get up and comfort her...but she knew she wouldn't need to when she heard another voice stir from the other hammock, still slightly slurred with sleep.

"Nnnntiri? Whaswrong? Rrrryouok?"

"Wha...oh. Forgive me, ma Jake, did I wake you?"

"Ah, yeah," Mo'at heard her son-in-law’s voice slide into a yawn, then continue more clearly. "But don't worry about it. Did you have another nightmare?"

There was no verbal response, but Neytiri must have nodded, because Jake continued.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh…it...it was silly, I…” Neytiri's voice suddenly tapered off as though something strange had just occurred to her. Mo'at barely caught her next murmured gasp. "Wait. I woke you."

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Na'vi names

Hello! I had one bad time looking for names for my na’vi oc, so I compiled names and words to make it easier for other people to find some. This post consists of three sections, names in characters from the movies, games, and comics/graphic novels, words I think could do well as names by vibe (and their proper meanings), and words I smushed together to make new names. I do not speak/learn the na’vi language, so everything here is subject to error. In case you speak/study it, and see a mistake in grammar, please do let me know, especially on the last section. I tried, with limited knowledge, to keep things gramatically correct, and constructive criticism is appreciated. All words used on the last two sections come from the learnnavi.org dictionary.

As always, feel free to use this post as reference, but don’t repost it.

Proper names in characters/sources

These names are compiled from characters shown on the movies, games, and comics/graphic novels. They were divided by clan, and have markers for which gender the person bearing it is identified as. Some names did not comply with the na’vi language sounds, so I adapted them, and the original form is in parenthesis on the side. I encourage people to just give names regardless of gender because it’s fun. A side note, though, is that some clans, like the li’ona and the ni’awve, have been uncanonized. They’re still here, though, because I say so.

Entok (m) (anurai) • Kiralu (f) (anurai) • Kyona (Kyuna) (f) (anurai) • Morang (f) (anurai) • Rai’uk (m) (anurai) • Swin’ara (f) (anurai) • Tsu’mong (m) (anurai) • Ukawla (f) (anurai)

Aneya (m) (hulanta) • Angat (f) (hulanta) • Fatao (m) (hulanta) • No’eng (m) (hulanta) • O’ame (f) (hulanta) • Omi (m) (hulanta) • Ro’até (f) (hulanta) • Sahné (m) (hulanta) • Taktu (m) (hulanta) • Tiaru (m) (hulanta)

Kakalu (f) (kekunan) • Taronyu (m) (kekunan) • Valke (f) (kekunan)

Tasun (m) (li’ona)

Ao’nung (m) (metkayina) • Ronal (f) (metkayina) • Rotxo (m) (metkayina) • Tonowari (m) (metkayina) • Tsireya (f) (metkayina)

Atanwey (m) (ni’awve) • Eywaftia (f) (ni’awve) • Frapohu (f) (ni’awve) • Maweytakuk (m) (ni’awve) • Niwintul (m) (ni’awve) • Sevineyo (f) (ni’awve) • Tsamlok (m) (ni’awve) • Tse’huk (m) (ni’awve) • Tsu’hak (m) (ni’awve)

Akwey (m) (olangi) • Omleki (m) (olangi)

Anuk (?) (omatikaya) • Artsut (f) (omatikaya) • Arvok (m) (omatikaya) • Atan (m) (omatikaya) • Ateyo (m) (omatikaya) • Entu (m) (omatikaya) • Eytukan (m) (omatikaya) • Ka’ani (m) (omatikaya) • Kamun (m) (omatikaya) • Kiri (f) (omatikaya) • Lo’ak (m) (omatikaya) • Maru (f) (omatikaya) • Mo’at (f) (omatikaya) • Nekawn (f) (omatikaya) • Neteyam (m) (omatikaya) • Neytep (?) (omatikaya) • Neytiri (f) (omatikaya) • Ninat (f) (omatikaya) • Peyral (f) (omatikaya) • Ralu (m) (omatikaya) • Saeyla (f) (omatikaya) • Sylwanin (f) (omatikaya) • Syura’ewan (m) (omatikaya) • Takuk (m) (omatikaya) • Tarsem (m) (omatikaya) • Tsu’tey (m) (omatikaya) • Tuktirey (f) (omatikaya) • Txopu (m) (omatikaya) • Yeyongo (f) (omatikaya) 

Ameini (f) (rey’tanu) • Saotun (m) (rey’tanu)

Alira (f) (tawkami) • Lompo (m) (tawkami) • Lunapey (f) (tawkami) • Malimi (m) (tawkami) • Mireya (f) (tawkami) • Mukata (m) (tawkami) • Nera’nak (f) (tawkami) • Nok (m) (tawkami) • Omati (m) (tawkami) • Onantu (m) (tawkami) • Rawm (m) (tawkami) • Seyvaro (m) (tawkami) • Syanan (f) (tawkami) • Tsa’law (m) (tawkami) • Tsyal (f) (tawkami)

Ikeyni (f) (tayrangi) • Nan’ti (f) (tayrangi) • Tsentey (m) (tayrangi)

Alar’at (m) (tipani) • Amanti (f) (tipani) • Arutey (m) (tipani) • Avarin (f) (tipani) • Fmilam (f) (tipani) • Hukato (m) (tipani) • Ikalu (m) (tipani) • Kusati (f) (tipani) • Lungoray (m) (tipani) • Marali (f) (tipani) • Mekanei (m) (tipani) • Mentala (Mendala) (m) (tipani) • Naalot (m) (tipani) • Nikiro (m) (tipani) • Oloniwin (m) (tipani) • Okmaya (Ookmaya) (f) (tipani) • Otamu (m) (tipani) • Peyta’amo (Beyda’amo) (m) (tipani) • Pilano (Bilano) (m) (tipani) • Raltaw (m) (tipani) • Swawta (m) (tipani) • Sukal (f) (tipani) • Sänume (f) (tipani) • Tan Jala (m) (tipani) • Teytsyana (Deyshana) (f) (tipani) • Tsaro (m) (tipani) • Tur’itan (m) (tipani) • Ukamtsu (m) (tipani) • Unipey (f) (tipani) • Vokan (m) (tipani)

Ak’tari (m) • Amhul (?) • Änsìt (?) • Kalun (m) • Kirnat (f) • Makeyo (m) • Maratu (m) • Menari (f) • Na’huk (m) • Pentìyaru (f) • Ruk’e (m) • Seytawni (f) • Tioang (m) • Varang (f) • Vineya (f) • Yeyatley (m) • Zumkana (f)

Words that could be used as names on their own

Äie - vision  • Apxa - large  • Atan - light • Aungia - sign/omen • Ean - blue • Fpom - peace/wellbeing  • Hawnu - protect/shelter • Hufwe - wind • Kato - rhythm • Keye’ung - insanity • Kilvan - river • Kxanì - forbidden • Lor - beautiful (not people) • Loreyu - beautiful spiral  • Meuia - honour • Na’rìng - forest • Nawm - great/noble • Ngay - true • Nguway - howl • Pamtseo - music • Pxan - worthy • Rey - live • Rim - yellow • Sevin - pretty (people) • Sìlpey - hope • Sìltsan - good • Swizaw - arrow • Tanhì - star • Taw - sky • Tìkawng - evil • Tìlor - beauty • Tìyawn - love • Tirea - spirit • Tìngay  - truth • Tìrey - life • Tsteu - brave • Txe’lan - heart • Txep - fire • Txum - poison • Txon - night • Txur - strong • Unil - dream • Utral - tree • Way - song • Win - fast • Zawng - shriek

Names I composed of words according to the voices in my head

Äie’upxare - vision, message • Apxana’rìng - large, forest • Apxaronsem - large, mind • Apxatìrey - large, life • Apxatse’lan - large, heart • Atan’awve - light, first • Atanit - light, small • Atankxam - light, middle • Aungiawve - omen, first • Awpänu - one, oath • Awrel - one, picture • Fya’aw - path, one • Ikapxa - sky, large • Iklor - sky, beautiful • Kamefra’u - see, everything • Käpay - go, water • Kato’aw - rhythm, one • Krr’apxa - time, large • Lortanhì - beautiful, star • Narim - eye, yellow • Nìwin’awve - fast, first • Paymokri - water, voice • Paynari - water, eye • Pxinari - sharp, eye • Rina’ong - seed, blossom • Swizawve - arrow, first • Syawve - call, first • Taronwin - hunt, fast • Taway - sky, song • Tawtsyal - sky, wing • Tire’aw - spirit, one • Tireayìm - bind, spirit • Tìreyìm - life, bind • Tìreyol - life, long • Tompawve - rain, first • Trr’apxa - day, large • Tseongay - art, true • Tseoyìm - art, bind • Tsyal’apxa - wing, large • Tukrupxi - spear, sharp • Tukrutsawke - spear, sun • Tulpay - run, water • Txonapxa - night, large • Txonyìm - night, bind • Yìm’awve - bind, first • Yìm’unil - bind, dream

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER SIXTEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: in which tinkers finally comes home..

word count: 3.4k

author's note: SURPRISE!!! i know it's not wednesday anymore but for my birthday i decided to post chapter sixteen for y'all hehe. hope you guy's enjoy chapter sixteen!

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Norm was the first person you saw when you gained some consciousness back. He was standing over you while using what looked like a tablet to scan your body. And you realized, through your foggy senses, that you weren’t back at the hut.

“Norm?”

Surprised by your voice, Norm scrambled closer to your side, giving you a small smirk, “Hey, Doc.”

The room you were in was moving. And it was too windy, smacking against some of your bare skin. You were breathing but with some help from a tube attached to your mask, even then it was still difficult to breathe in the air.

You furrowed your brows up at him, “What’s going on?”

He looked hesitant to respond, which told you something must’ve happened while you had been temporarily unconscious. The last thing you remembered was seeing Neytiri and then all of a sudden you just couldn’t breathe. If he was hesitant to tell you what was happening, then that must’ve meant you didn’t have a lot of time left.

Instead he said, “We’re taking you back to the Omatikaya, Y/N.”

If you had the energy to scream you would’ve. All you could really do was widen your eyes and snap, “What?! Norm, I already told you—”

“And I listened to you.” Norm said calmly, adjusting the tube on your mask. That was when you finally noticed that the room you were in wasn’t simply moving. It was instead that you were on a ship. You were mid air right now, flying through the night when you should’ve been back at that hut.

“Norm, turn this ship around!” You hissed at him weakly. He sighed at your stubbornness as you scowled at him. “I’ve told you already what I wanted! Just take me back to the Olangi—”

“I’m sorry, Doc.” Norm interrupted you, giving you a look that told that he really wasn’t sorry. “But it’s not my call to make.” When his eyes traveled past your face, you slowly turned your head to look outside the ship.

Flying next to it was an ikran. A few ikrans actually. But the one closest to the ship that you could see was Neytiri. From what you could see, she was leading most of the ikrans and the warriors flying them, never once leaving the side of the ship. It was then you remembered what she had told you before you had gone unconscious.

That she would not let you die. That she would not give up just as you were beginning to. And just by the sheer look of unyielding determination on her face, you knew you were not going to see that damn hut ever again.

When you looked back at Norm, he did little to hide the victorious smirk on his face. You frowned at him but lied your head back down, “You had something to do with this somehow.”

He shrugged, “Or maybe I was right, that’s a realistic possibility.”

“Fuck you, Spellman.”

You didn’t have the energy to fight this. To yell at them, to tell them that it was useless. All you did was let the exhaustion take over once more and lie there, allowing yourself to feel the cold wind whip against some of the bare skin that was still visible underneath all of the bandages. It was still a bit difficult to breathe.

For a moment, you closed your eyes.

“Hang in there.” Norm muttered to you, though you nearly missed it because of how loud the wind was against your ears. You felt his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “Hey, look where we are, Doc.”

Opening your eyes, you saw the Tree of Souls from high above. The way it glowed in the night so bright that you could spot it even though you were currently high in the air right now. You spotted more ikrans flying around the ship you were in and a crowd of Na’vi gathered around the tree below. You were in awe of it, nothing could ever change the fact that it was just as beautiful as the last time you had seen it.

You had heard Neytiri’s outcry and the rest of the warriors responding to it before you slipped back into a dazed sleep. It was the type of sleep that you’d go in and out of every few seconds. Like the moment you closed your eyes and then opened them once more, the ship had landed on a hill further away from the Tree of Souls. Norm was rushing around, his mouth was moving but you could barely make out the words.

The next time you opened your eyes, the hospital gown you had been wearing was now gone and instead you were wrapped in long grass. It was colder and a part of you—a silly part of you—wanted to ask for a blanket. But no words left your lips. You were just too tired.

You were being carried the next time you opened your eyes. Neytiri’s voice was somewhere close by.

But you finally came to when you were lying under the Tree of Souls. This way, it was a lot prettier. You could almost understand why Grace was so amazed, so at peace when she had been lying here in your place.

And that very thought made you remember why you were here.

Neytiri was at your side, you finally noticed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was moving. It looked as if she were praying. Slowly, you reached out your hand to her arm, causing her to meet your gaze.

“Do not move too much.” She told you.

You shook your head, “We don’t have to do this. The last time, with Grace—”

“It will work.” Neytiri told you firmly. Gently, she placed your hand back at your side, placing her other hand comfortingly on your shoulder. “You have survived this long. I would not doubt you now.”

They didn’t want to listen. Both Norm and Neytiri. Or perhaps it was because you were too pessimistic. Grace did say you weren’t always optimistic. But you had to be the rational one at least and manage one’s expectations. That way they wouldn’t be disappointed. That way she wouldn’t cause them any more heartbreak.

“What if it doesn’t?” You blinked away tears.

Neytiri frowned but didn’t respond right away. Instead she took on a thoughtful expression. You saw she was keeping her own tears at bay as well. “Then I am glad we saw you again. I am glad that you would be with Eywa and not alone.”

Before you could question what she meant by “we”, the sound of an ikran landing drew both yours and Neytiri’s attention. Your vision blurred as more tears pricked at the corners of your eyes the moment your gaze had settled on the rider of the ikran.

Jake was fast as he made his way toward the tree. He had changed over the past five years. His body fuller and his hair longer and in thick dreads nearly past his shoulders. Of course, he looked larger next to you considering you were in human form while he was…He was one of them.

God, now you were afraid. Now you were worried that when all of this went wrong, he’d be there to see you die. You didn’t want this.

But god, you were so happy to see him.

Neytiri scooted out of the way when Jake knelt down next to your body, staring down at you in disbelief. “Y/N?”

You smiled sadly, “Jake.”

Jake reached his hand out and gently took one of your smaller ones into his hand. You latched onto him instantly. Just touching him, just seeing him again, it made it so much harder. So much more sadder for you to go through with this.

“You know how this goes, Jakesully.” Mo’at’s voice filled your ears but you could not see her. Jake’s other hand rested against your cheek as the Tsahik continued. “For this to work she must pass through the Eye of Eywa and return.”

He nodded, his hand tightening around yours. “She will.” You didn’t know who he was trying to convince more. Mo’at or himself. Or maybe you. “She is a lot tougher than me,” He chuckled, though his glassy eyes did not match. “She can do it.”

You wanted to hold onto him tighter, you wanted him to stay by your side. But a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you, this time a lot heavier than before. Your fingers weakly let go of his grasp or maybe it was just that he had disappeared from your side. So did Neytiri.

There were voices melded together, almost like chanting. Mo’at’s voice was both close and far away at the same time.

Then the brightest light you had ever seen struck your vision. And suddenly the Tree of Souls was gone, Mo’at was gone, the crowd of Na’vi was gone, Jake was gone…

There was nothing but this light. This alluring light….

When it came to Eywa, you were back and forth with it. Grace admired the idea of Eywa, a spiritual being that all the Na’vi looked to. Worshiped. It was always so enthralling watching them give thanks to her in so many different ways. So intriguing to watch the Tsahik work as both the healer and spiritual leader of the clan. You, on the other hand, had trouble fully believing if this being was truly something to look to. Something to pray to.

You never thought you’d find the answer until you walked into a lab you hadn’t seen in years. It was the same one at Hell’s Gate, which you had no doubt was all in ruins and ashes. None of it should’ve existed. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of it.

That’s when you realized you were standing. That’s when you realized the bandages were gone from your body and instead were the clothes you last wore before the battle. Before you had supposedly ‘died”.

And here was Grace Augustine, standing before you with a cocky smirk, her hands shoved into her lab coat pockets.

“Grace?” You gaped at her.

Grace grinned, “Long time no see, Tinkers.”

A wave of relief and happiness washed over you as you rushed toward her to hug the woman. It felt real. It felt real when her arms wrapped around you in return, it felt real when you buried your face into her shoulder, staining her lab coat with your tears.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” You croaked.

“I’ve always been here, kiddo. You just needed to notice with your thick skull and all.” The both of you pulled away. Grace cupped your face in her hands, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. “Now where have you been?”

“I—”

Grace shook her head and you realized it wasn’t a question that needed an answer, “It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Your face fell, “Wait…does that mean it didn’t work?”

You were confused when she began grinning at you and then pinching your cheek, “So you do want it to work! And here I thought you would be a full on party pooper about it!”

“I was being realistic—”

Grace waved you off, “Believe me, kiddo. I know you. I know all about you being realistic. Used to drag you down but you could never see that. Refused to see it actually. Sometimes I wondered if you wanted to be miserable just to be miserable—”

“I did not!” You scowled, crossing your arms.

“Then what’s your goal here, Tinkers?” The playful grin was nowhere to be seen now. Instead, Grace looked at you with a certain care only a mother would have for her child. A serious and stern look that told you there would be no lies between the two of you. “Why are you trying so hard to remain alone even when I know that is not what you want? It’s just me, Tinkers. You can tell me, you know.”

You were quiet and instead of crossing your arms defensively, you took to hugging yourself. You couldn’t imagine being anymore vulnerable here with anyone else other than Grace.

“It just seems easier.” You mumble. “When I’m alone I don’t lose anyone.”

Grace frowned, “Except yourself.”

“That’s a lot less heartbreaking, don’t you think?”

Grace leaned against the desk she had been sitting at before you entered. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but we lose people at some point. It’s just the way life works. We’re always going to lose someone we love.”

“But it shouldn’t have been you.” You whispered. Grace nodded understandingly, her own eyes emotional. “You did not deserve to die. You should’ve gotten more time.”

Grace smiled sadly, “It’s unfair. Which is also the way life works, ma ‘ita.” She then stood and approached you, grabbing both of your arms gently. “But you have time. You have them waiting for you. Jake, Neytiri…” Her smile grew bigger, “and my daughter, Kiri.”

Kiri. Spider had mentioned her. And so did Neytiri. In fact, she had said multiple times that you had to meet her. You had no clue what she was talking about then nor had much time to think about what she had meant. But now that Grace had revealed a question unasked, it all fell into place.

“You have a daughter?” You gripped her arms, “Grace, you have a daughter?!”

She grinned down at you, “Yes. And I have waited long enough for you to finally meet her.” She then brushed back some hair strands out of your face. “But first, I have to ask before you leave. You love Jake, right?”

This question was definitely the last thing you expected from her. While yes, she had teased you in the past about your relationship with him but she had never pulled you aside to have a serious conversation about it. Better to do it now in the afterlife then, you supposed.

“Yes, of course I do.” You said honestly. “But I’m worried it’s too late. I’ve been gone for five years…”

Grace rolled her eyes, “If you really think that, then you do have a thicker skull than I thought.” She then ushered you toward another doorway. “Now go, you’ve got someone waiting for you. And it’s rude to keep people waitin’, Tinkers.”

You frowned and grabbed her hand before she pushed you out, “Will this be the last time I see you?”

“Of course not, kid.” She squeezed your hand. “I’ll always be here.”

That was nice. That was good. Hearing her say that, you knew that it was true.

You smiled, this time without tears. Genuinely. “It’s good to see you, Grace.”

Grace returned your smile, “Glad they finally found you, kid.” You let go of her hand and went toward the door she had guided you toward before. She then spoke up again, “And when you get back to the others, when you meet Kiri, keep an eye on her will you? I think she would like to meet you.”

“I will.” You grinned. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Bye, Tinkers.”

“Bye, Grace.”

The forest greeted you next when you walked out the doorway. You felt taller, different, and stronger this time. You looked down at your hands and realized they were blue. Did that mean it was working? Were you already in your avatar body as of now? If so, why were you still here? Who else did Grace want you to meet?

There was a little creek nearby with smaller fishes swimming about. The sun peeked through the tall green trees and the world just felt so alive. So peaceful here. In a way, you wished you could stay in this little area. Watch the sun set and then the day comes once again. Hide away here for the rest of your life, away from the chaos.

You knelt down in front of the creek, catching a glimpse at your reflection in the waters. It too was blue like your hands.

When you blinked, a familiar face appeared next to you in the reflection.

“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” Tsu’tey asked as you glanced up to look at him standing beside you.

You shouldn’t have been so surprised to find him here. To figure out that if he was here with you, with Eywa, then he was long gone from the world that waited for you.

Tsu’tey smiled at you knowingly as you stood. “No tears for me, tsmuke?”

In truth, there were none. Either they had all dried out from your brief reunion with Grace or, in some strange way, you had always known that he had passed. You wrote it off as paranoia before but seeing him here now, it only confirmed what you had already known.

“I know you died a great warrior’s death. There is no need for tears.” You smiled back at him. “You taught me that, tsmukan.”

Tsu’tey laughed and pulled you into a hug, one that you returned instantly by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Eywa watches you. And I know what you think but your time to be with us has not come yet.”

You pulled away and frowned, “You think I will live?”

He nodded, walking toward the other side of the creek. His knelt down, his hand hovering just a feather above the water. The fish swim away from his shadow. “I think you’ve earned a rest. But it is not here. It is with your people.”

“The Sky People?”

“No, you skxawng!” Tsu’tey rolled his eyes. “The Omatikaya is your home now. It is your family. It’s time you’ve come home, tsmuke.”

You remembered the last conversation you had with Tsu’tey before the both of you had gone off into the battle. You remember his words, the brief happiness you had felt. Before you never really could figure out what type of emotion you had felt then besides that happiness.

Now that you were here, with Tsu’tey nodding toward you encouragingly, with Neytiri’s words still flying in your mind, you realized this acceptance had been in your hands the entire time.

All you had to do was see it.

“One thing before you go.” Tsu’tey said as your surroundings began to shimmer. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Wear my necklace? I believe you did not get the chance until now.”

You smiled warmly, “I will. Where is it?”

Tsu’tey smirked up at you, raising his chin proudly. “It is with the Toruk Makto. And he is waiting for you.”

The light had come once more. Tsu’tey was gone. The forest was gone. But you were there. Heart racing. Waiting to be brought back.

You were alive. You were alive. You were alive.

When Mo’at had silenced the chants, little Kiri was the first to move toward the two bodies.

“Kiri!” Her mother called in a hushed whisper. But Kiri kept going until she was close enough to the avatar. She could feel a certain energy she could not figure out just yet at the young age of five, but she had known it all of her life, ever since she had been born. It was a part of her now.

And it drew her to this stranger. To this woman her mother had brought back and called her tsmuke. She wondered, despite her young mind, why it was that she was called to this stranger. Why the woman strangely resembled the girl in her dreams.

She did not understand. But she watched and waited.

Her grandmother stood over the avatar, waiting quietly. It was like the whole forest had gone silent by then, all eyes on the two bodies.

It seemed and felt like they waited for a long time. A sad look crossed Mo’at’s face when nothing happened. Kiri didn’t like that. She didn’t like what that meant.

In a small voice, Kiri said to the sleeping body, “Hello?”

Seconds went by before she saw her mouth twitch. Kiri’s little gasp drew Mo’at’s attention back to the sleeping body. Her face twitched again and then her eyelids fluttered.

When you opened your eyes, when you came to life, you were met with wide curious yellow eyes.

She looked in awe when you looked at her. And it was crazy how much you saw Grace in the girl. It was startling and yet comforting at the same time.

You smiled at the girl, “Hi.”

You were alive. You were alive. You were alive.

Finally.

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[aoyum]

fixing and patching up his wounds for aonung…. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

YES tysm for sending smth in

Careless.

ao’nung x gn!metkayina reader

short and sweet, no warnings tbh

ao’nung gets himself injured and u patch him up

312 words

okay so this little drabble had been posted for MONTHS AND I WROTE IT COMPLETELY BACKWARDS AND NO ONE FUCKIN TOLD ME. so despite the request, it will be based around aonung going after the reader bc they were in danger, and in turn he got himself injured. SO SORRY GUYS.

“How could you be so reckless?” you said, sternly signaling for Ao’nung to sit. He did so without hesitation.

Gathering your supplies you situated yourself in front of him and firmly, yet gently began to tend to his wounds.

“You could’ve been hurt,” he mumbled, his brows creasing as he watched you. “I was fine,” you replied, you glanced up to look at him for a fleeting moment. “But you could’ve—“

“Ao’nung.”

He sighed and averted his eyes. “Sorry.”

At this you paused your ministrations completely, meeting his gaze again. “I don’t want sorries. I want you to be careful. And to confide in me more.”

“Confide in you more?” he asked. “I can take care of myself, too, Ao’nung. I don’t need to depend on somebody else,” you smile, dropping your head. Ao’nung mimicked your smile, jokingly flicking your head.

“I did it because I care for you,” he admitted. You finished working on his injuries and cleaned up, opting to sit next to him once finished.

You locked eyes, a newfound feeling sifting through the air. “For that I am grateful. I care for you too.”

Ao’nungs eyes were everywhere on you, but his gaze finally found solace on your lips, and he slowly began to move in closer. Your hands intertwined with his and your heart fluttered with nerves as the space between you filled fast.

“You already knew that, didn’t you?” you whispered. Ao’nung nodded mindlessly. “Then you should know that what you did was stupid. Stupid and reckless. Skxawng.”

Smiling, you swiftly stood and watched as Ao’nungs expression morphed into one of realization. He groaned, standing to meet you. “Let’s go see our friends and family before they get too worried,” you grabbed his hand, dragging him along with you.

That’d ought to teach him a lesson, though he know that he would get what he wanted, sooner or later.

©olangi 2023

tl: @philiasoul

[womenofpandoraweek]

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[dongwoter]

Ikxan'ti used to be one of the Anurai bone-carver artists, and enjoyed carving piercings. By necessity, she became a guerilla fighter before her clan was decimated. She ended up joining with Olangi horsemen and, naturally, has remained a guerilla fighter with a bit of an angry streak.