#zeswa clan leaders

[dilfsyndrome]

The Zeswa Sisters and Leaders,

Olo’eyktan ❤️‍🔥 Nesim

Tsahík 🪼 Minang

[pandorafallz]

You know, I was searching the web for Na'vi hair styles for my Alma fic i have going for inspiration but than i found more than expectation so...

it seems right to fill the Frointers of Pandora tag with these beauties.

The author links are below to check out and such and please do if you haven't already; it's a must for BTS stuff of the game.

So'lek!! bc you don't see much with his chest gear on! Hot.

Eetu for you thirsty birds

Alma!!! my fav character. Again, you don't see skin around her neck bc she has that neck scalf Did you see the scar on her right cheek under her eye? Where did that come from?

Also, what colour would you call her eyes? I'd say brown but there's an odd contract to them. Were they going for a light brown?

Here's some Colonel Harding with all her scars. Kinda hot, even if she's a horrible person. This under-the-collar stuff is kinda useful for my fics tho 😉

Also, i really like her eyes! Such a dark blue which you don't see as often on poc characters. Maybe it's a recessive gene that's active in her character's Lore?

Honestly, i'm glad to see more of Nesim's neck bc it's hard when trying to do any art with her, finding the proportions of her neck with her Zeswa collared chest guard... painful.

Also... she's stunning! Minang too!

You know, I hate Nor's headpiece with a severe passion. I personally don't think it suits him; far too big. If it was smaller, it'd be fine but it covers up most of his head. Plus, he's not a clan leader so it's odd.

So i threw that in so you see what Nor looks like without that decor!

Link to Artist's Page/Blog; the artist did the hair styles for FoP

[onskepa]

Hii can u write a mama Kataru fic? Lets say she survives the rda attack on her clan and a nomad clan takes her in and she goes to live with them. She thinks her kids are dead and doesnt know the rda took them. So after years of being with this clan they return to the area and rumors of a human resistance that has taken in some sarentu kids reach their ears and she goes to see if its true. And there she reunites with her daughter.

Thanks in advance!

helloooooooooooo~!! Oh mah goooooooosh!! This I can see happen in so many directions! And I chose a good path for this one, enjoy~!

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Silpey

“Aha’ri, I understand you are upset. But you have to face the fact that your mother left you” Mercer says, trying to sound brave but fear hinted in his voice. Merely a child yet standing taller was ever so brave Aha’ri. Grabbing his wrist tightly, hate and disbelief in her eyes. 

“LIAR!” she accuses. 

Her fellow na’vi gasping. That word did not exist in their old forgotten language. 

Aha’ri remembers. She was young at that time. Gaps in her memories but one thing was certain. Her mother loved her, she loves aha’ari and her younger sister silpey. Their mother’s song chord was their treasure, proof of her love. 

Mercer, Cortez, everyone spewed stupid doubts and manipulation in their minds. Aha’ri remained stubborn, still sticking to her belief. 

Sad that she never got to see how true she was.

“Everyone! We have returned!” 

Loud cheers, reunions, hugs, cries of joy, relief all around. The two branches of the traveling Zeswa clan have united once again. The zakru they follow have joined those who lay already. 

Everyone joins, older members meeting young newborns, long time friends catching up, family recalling many good times. Everyone had someone. 

But Kataru had no one. 

Kataru lives with the zeswa but she is sarentu. 

Karatu of the Sarentu has no one to reunite. No one to call family, no one to call her own. 

The sarentu are no more. None have survived the massacre. The once beloved clan, friends to all, story tellers, artisans, musicians, gone. When word spread the ending of the Sarentu, all of Pandora grieved. Many say it was the Yava that took their lives, that a soulless tsahik spread her poison down their throats, or that natural disasters took them all. 

There is only one truth. 

A truth that is still left with many questions. 

And just as there is one truth, there is also one sarentu left. That is what she believes, the last of her clan, her people. 

Kataru, the remaining living Sarentu. Her mark on her cheek to prove it. 

For years kataru has remained hidden among a nomad clan. Keeping herself safe from the sky demons, as well as the hope to find her children who were tragically taken from her. Her precious children, her darling daughters. 

Aha’ri and silpey. 

Aha’ri was merely 5 and silpey was still a baby barely forming sentences. How did it go wrong? Where did it go wrong? 

For years Kataru was haunted by so many questions, none that she could find the answer to.

“Kataru '' Minang, the Tsahik of the Zeswa clan, calls the na’vi in question. 

Kataru greets the leader, both acknowledging each other. “How may I assist you Tsahik?” she asks softly. A few minutes ago kataru was summoned to see Minang in the leader’s hut. She prefers to hide in the background, not gather much attention to herself. So this was a surprise. 

Minang smiles kindly to kataru, placing her hand on the Sarentu’s shoulder. 

“I bring the more wondrous information for you” Minang says. Her smile grew by the second. Curiosity and anticipation grew within katari. Tilting her head to the side, “how so?” Kataru asks. 

“My sister has gone to visit the human resistance, their morals and beliefs align with ours. But kataru, there at their base,  there is a group of na’vi that you would love to meet” 

Kataru shakes her head, confusion taking over. 

“Kataru, you are not alone. There are Sarentu na’vi in the resistance. They survived the massacre” 

Never had kataru fled as fast as she could. Fast she went, beyond the land, beyond what the wind can go. Faster than pali. It was like she summoned great speed to get there by foot. It didn't matter what lands she had to cross, what mountains to climb. Kataru would do it. She would run halfway around the world if she had to. 

The moment Minang told her about the surviving sarentu’s, nothing else mattered. She needed to see them, feel their hands, look at their marks. What little dwindling hope she had all these years, it grew. Fast. 

As kataru runs, she sees flashes of her past. Her clan, her people. Their traditions, her friends, her family, her children. 

All of them. 

Who survived? How did they hide all this time? 

So when every step she took, every sharp edge that pokes her, every scrap or scratch on her, kataru welcomes these slight pains. It tells her, awakens her, that all of this is real. It is not a dream. Not like her false dreams that gave her false hopes. No, this is real, and the sooner she arrives at the base, the sooner this hope will bloom bigger. 

“Kataru? Wait slow down-”  

“I cannot wait any longer!” 

While she should respect the Olo’ykte of the clan that took her in, kataru’s anticipation and impatience took over her judgment. Nesim understood, holding her still as kataru catches her breath. Nesim was amazed how fast she ran, from base to the Zeswa grounds was very grand. 

To not sound so rustic, nesim was kind enough to hand her a pouch of water to kataru. The sarentu drank it gratefully. 

“Is she the other Sarentu you spoke of?” 

A deep male voice was heard behind kataru, turning around and she saw a fit male na’vi. Could be her state of mind, or it could be something else, but looking at the unknown male na’vi, more specifically, his tattoos, they seem oddly familiar. Perhaps from another clan. One she can't recall at the moment. 

“Yes, this is kataru. The only sarentu we have known that survived the massacre” Nesim replies. 

“I am sol’ek, not Sarentu but from another clan completely” Sol’ek greets her with the respectful “I see you” greeting. Kataru doing the same. 

“Is it true…? Are there sarentu here?” kataru asks, little doubt hinting in her voice. 

Sol’ek smiles a bit, “Yes, come, I will lead you to them. They will be very happy to see you” 

Every step felt like a mile to kataru. 

Time slowed, her vision becoming blurry and her heart beating in her head. 

Sol’ek lead her around the base and into a small cave, a bonfire was seen. She can hear laughter, unfamiliar voices, too human like their tones. As she gets closer, she can see 3 na’vi all sitting down around the bonfire. 

Sol’ek steps aside, gesturing to her to go further. “Go, they await for you” he says, and leaves to give them privacy. 

This was it, this was what she was waiting for 32 years. 

Carefully taking her steps, kataru goes deeper, letting the sounds of her footsteps notify the na’vi. One of them did, a young na’vi with short hair, nervous looking while wearing human clothing. Timid he seems, pointing at kataru. 

“Guys….” he tells the others. 

Everyone turns to look at kataru. 

Time froze. 

They all look so young. 

Kataru carefully analyzes their faces. They bear the Sarentu mark. 

A young female na’vi stands up. Fear and hope in her eyes and voice, “Are you…Sarentu…?” she asks. 

Tears leave kataru’s face, nodding “I am”  she answers. 

Soon enough, she was swarmed by the young na’vi, all hugging tightly. More tears were released, cries of sorrow, happiness, relief, everything. Kataru doesn't know if the cries she hears are of her own, or of the others. She traces their marks, the very thing that identifies them as sarentu. 

Never had kataru felt more grateful for Eywa. Her prayers were heard. 

“Another sarentu…..!! I can't believe it!” one of the young male sarentu says inbetween his sobs. 

“We thought we were truly alone,” the young female says. Kataru understands how they feel. She understands their pain. 

After what felt like hours, they all calmed down. Sniffles, hiccups, and few tears still there, but all rapid emotions have since withered down. 

“Tell me your names, my name is kataru” she introduces herself. 

Smiles, each one does the same. 

“I am nor” the oldest male says. 

“I am Ri’nela” the female points at herself. 

The one with the cap on his head looks down, very nervous, “im…Im teylan” he whispers. 

Yes, their faces seem more reconizable now with their names. 

“I remember….you were all babes…Ri’nela..you. You look so much like your mother, you even kept the beads” kataru comments. Seeing Ri’nela’s face, was like a copy of her fallen mother. 

“I do?” Ri’nela asks. Kataru nods. 

“You look so beautiful, I know your mother would have been so proud of you” she goes on. 

Turning, she looks at nor, “and you. I remember your parents would travel between our clans borders to the Kami’tire grounds for trading. You would always come back with some form of scratches” 

Nor blushes but smiles shyly. “I remember vaguely. I remember my father would take me all the time” 

And finally, kataru looks at teylan. 

She cant help but feel sadness for him. He was the youngest among the three. Was a baby when that night happened. 

“Your parents loved you teylan. I remember….when you were born, your father howled loud and mighty. First born, he was proud of you. Your mother would sing you of our peoples prayers to Eywa. You were very much, "Kataru told him. Her voice is soft and soothing. 

Teylan couldn't form words, so he let his actions do the talking. He hugged kataru tightly, afraid to think this was a dream. Since his earliest memory, Teylan was told his people abandoned him, that he wasn't loved. So to hear from another Sarentu, one who spent time out in Pandora, it made him feel things that he never thought he would feel. Genuine love. 

While Kataru is very grateful to see more Sarentu, happy to know where they were, there was still one thing left lingering in her mind. 

Looking at the three Sarentus, she spoke her more dreading, anticipating question. 

“Do….have any of you known of my children? Their names are Aha’ri and Silpey”

Dread. 

Dread, despair, sadness, guilt, regret, rage. 

It was like relieving that terrible night. 

Aha’ri. 

Her bright, clever, wonderful little girl was dead. At the hands of a sky demon. 

Died all because she wanted to go home. She never gave up on the belief that her mother loved her. 

Aha’ri was right. 

Kataru loved her so much it almost hurt. 

Aha’ri loved music, loved to dance, loved to tell stories, loved to be all that she was. A sarentu. Like the past Sarentu Olo’eyktan, aha’ri was brave, Fierce, and protective of others. Especially her young sibling. 

What Kataru would do to see aha’ri alive. To see her with the other surviving sarentu. To see her older, wiser, stronger, and free. Yet the cruel, heartless sky demon called “Mercer” took her life. Her chance. Her future. 

Kataru was never one to hate. Hate was strong, hate was something she viewed negatively. May Eywa forgive her. For now she hates, she hates this mercer demon. To kill a na’vi was evil, but to kill a child? Hate was all she felt for the demon who took everything from her. 

Taking her home, her clan, her children. 

Yet there is still hope. 

Kataru had lost one child, but there is another she so desperately wants to see. Her baby, Silpey. 

From what the others have said, Silpey is traveling to neighboring clans to learn how to be a warrior. How to fight. Sarentu’s were never warriors to begin with. Choosing peace over violence. To balance things over keeping things uneven. 

Tonight she returns. 

And kataru waits for her. 

The others leave the cave to give her privacy. Lighting the bonfire again, she sits patiently. Humming at her old tune. She doesn't have her song chord anymore, but she remembers how it was sung. Yes, kataru remembers her song so well. Singing loud, letting the stone cave walls echo her voice. 

Kataru sings her heart out, feeling happy, yet sad. Too lost in her song, she failed to hear footsteps coming towards her. A voice interrupts her song. 

“Sa’nu?” 

Okie, I put my all in this one. Hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!

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Silpey: hope (with tsnì in subordinate clause, unless in independent clause)

[avatarl0v3r]

The Lost Clan - Chapter 2

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Warnings: none

Pairings: neteyam x fem!sarentu reader

Notes: so no one is confused the war was short but the sarentu stayed "hidden" they just kept wandering for years, until the reader is about 18years old and they come out of hiding by going to the zeswa first.

all the navi clans had come to the conclusion that the rda desecrated the whole sarentu clan no one knew were they went they just disappeared off the maps. they search for their sister clan after the war only finding their camp destroyed, still having hope they continued their search but to no avail no one could find a trace.

a few years later...

your clan flew upon the backs of ikrans towards the upper plains as you got to the outskirts of their camp a warrior sounded the horn and the zeswa stopped what they were doing and walked towards the front of the camp. you watched with a smile on your face seeing the plains again, the direhorses, the sounds it was different you had temek land next to your fathers ikran before dismounting her.

the cheif of the zeswa stepped forward "brother, the sarentu have returned to share our stories" you father said with a large smile plastered on his face the zeswa made sounds of cheer "welcome home brother."

that night we sat near the fire having a feast because of your peoples return, you shared stories, memories with all these people that night was filled with many happy memories and even a bead was added to everyone's songcord a bead for the return of the sarentu.

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you sat by the river watching as it moved never stopping even if it was only for a moment. the celebration being heard within limits behind you before you heard footsteps approaching you "what is bothering you, my dewdrop?" the sound of that nickname made you smile your father has always called you that "just thinking," he sat down next to you waiting for you to continue "about how much we've missed these pasted years, and how much pandora has changed."

your father smiled gently at you before giving you a hug "we sarentu are connected to the people, and to eywa, although it may seem like we've missed a lot we truly haven't, we are just like a river constantly in motion no matter. what lands in our path"

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a week later your clan was on the move again and word travels fast but as do rumors, and these soon reached the ears of the omatikaya people.

it was dusk and neteyam was doing his best to help out around the new home tree with chores and traing to become the new clan leader and overheard two girls talking about these rumors "excuse me what did you say?" he asked the two girls "people are saying the sarentu have returned and are sharing their stories and songs once again, can you believe that is sounds almost to good to be true, the rda eliminated all of them didn't they?"

neteyam had already tuned the girls out his mind already clouded with memories of you both together how you to had become close in such short time, would he remember what you looked like, would you remember him, his mind was racing he was excited and scared. after he saw you and your sister in your father's arms and the rda soldier right behind he thought the worst, his assumptions were deemed correct when the hunting party came back saying the sarentu came was destroyed along with no sign of you and your people.

as he walked into his family's shared hut he heard his mother's gasp as jake told her the news that the sarentu had indeed returned "ma jake do you think this could be true?" he stood there for a minute thinking "possibly they could have ran off and hid from the rda and kept moving, but that'd be hard to do considering its the rda." jake said to neytiri.

neytiri went back to making her paste for the hunters wounds, jake went back to cleaning his gun, for a mission they had soon. neteyam stood there messing with his fruit as loak and spider we're doing dumb stuff.

after the conversation jake had with neytiri they stopped speaking both wondering if it was true or just a rumor, it seemed more likely the rda killed the whole clan that would make the most sense "jake-" neytiri was cut off at the sound of the horn being sounded by the warrior who was keeping watch.

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[sutxdreamwalker]

My predictions for Avatar 3

So I hav some plot ideas in my head for what’s gonna happen in avatar 3 based on theories and sneak peaks we got.

So we all know that Quaritch and the RDA are gonna team up with the Ash Clan so things are gonna go down.

And we know that Spider is gonna have a very important role, definitely after the whole bonding with Quaritch then leaving him and is definitely now living with the Sully’s, he’s gonna be caught in some conflict, as in found family conflict.

Like Quaritch would want to have his father and son like relationship with Spider again, and Jake is probably gonna treat Spider like an equal but Spider might not be accepting of that since, well, he was neglected by him, did not really give a fuck about him, like when he got captured he didn’t worry about him, he only worried if he was gonna spill any information (which he would never do), and in the comics he upright told him to turn himself over to the RDA cause he couldn’t keep up while they were being shot at, he didn’t think about whether he was gonna live or not by turning himself in, and before that when Spider was gonna leave his “foster family” when the RDA returned Jake let his family take him when he didn’t want to and when Kiri wanted Spider stay with him. So Spider ain’t gonna see Jake as a possible father figure no more.

Anyway, also from a spoilers image it seems he’ll go threw some body horror kind of thing with the help of Kiri, cause we see him having a kuru, so maybe he might not get an avatar, but maybe he’ll be some hybrid na’vi kind of thing probably towards the end of the movie.

Now for theories on the Ash Clan, we know fire is gonna symbolic for them, and they are not gonna be nice, and we already know there leader Varang, we don’t know Nah other Ash Clan na’vi characters, but I’m thinking there are gonna be some na’vi who will be by Varang’s side. I’m also thinking that maybe, just maybe, cause it’s a bit of a clique, that at least one Ash Clan na’vi will not like what is happening or realize what there doing is wrong so they’ll switch sides and help out the good guys. I’m thinking this na’vi might be around the same age as the kids or an adult who might be a warrior or smt.

And we’re also gonna be introduced to new biomes and na’vi who have adapted to those biomes, not just the Ash na’vi but also desert na’vi who are known as the “wind traders” who will most likely be a nomadic kind of clan that go around and trade. We have already seen a nomadic clans in the avatar franchise, such as the Sarentu and Zeswa in Frontiers of Pandora.

So I’m thinking the desert na’vi will have a darker skin tone, like dark blue/purple, and will have strips that will resemble big cats that live out in a desert, and this will be a uncommon idea but I’m thinking they’ll have eyelashes similar to a camel, so just listen, camels have long eyelashes to protect them from sand, so the desert na’vi might have adapted to have that same ability.

I also like to think they’ll have this clothing were they cover there heads to also protect from sand (since maybe the eyelashes might not be so long and aren’t as resilient in a sand storm) and have lose clothes to be able to move fast and stay cool in the hot environment. The clothes might be beige with an away of color patterns.

And for getting around I’m thinking they have these windsurfing boards/boats since they are called the windtraders they might use wind and possibly sandstorms to there advantage, so they might be like the Sandbenders from Atla and the Fremen from Dune. And like the Zeswa I’m thinking they’ll have this bind with a giant creature that helps carry there stuff as they travel, like something of a Bantha form Star Wars but even bigger, and maybe some predator that lives in the sand (like a sad worm) and the desert na’vi use some tool to attract it (like from Dune).

And we’re getting introduced to a new Na’vi character, Peylak, we have no idea what his roles gonna be but from the only image we have it seems he’s a good guy, and I’m thinking he’ll be a desert na’vi or maybe Ash clan, or Metkayina, we’ll have to wait and see.

And another new biome we’ll be introduced to is Pandoras arctic biome, ice na’vi will come into the picture. We don’t know when they’ll be seen but I hope it’s soon.

My theory for what they’ll look like it is some pale skin maybe, not white like those AI images, but more like a pale like blue, or I’ve seen some art with them with purple skin that is cool and they might have that, or a combination of the both. And they’ll wear more covered clothing to protect them from the cold, but they might not wear much because they might of adapted to resist the cold. The clothes will most definitely be similar to Artic Indigenous people clothing, or be like people from the ice age maybe.

The animals that might appear I igumane would be these woolly mammoth type creatures they’ll use to get around and penguin like creatures that have two sets of flippers.

Lo’ak has been confirmed to be the next narrator at the beginning of the movie and the movie might focus on him, so we get to see him how he is now after Neteyam’s death, and will see his relationship with Tsireya play out more. He might get some kind of character growth of some kind.

Now for the movies plot, I’m thinking it will be like this:

Lo’ak narrates what has happened after the events of The Way of Water, we see scenes of moments that play through of what happened, like maybe the Metkayina joining Jakes resistance, Ao’nung’s tattoo ceremony, Ronal’s baby birth/first breath, Spider adapting to the Metkayina tribe.

Then maybe it will skip to Quaritch and Lyle back at Bridehead or some part of Pandora, if at Bridgehead they might one in some real trouble with Ardmor after not only getting Jake, but also loosing a Seadragon and their whole recom team. If it’s some part of Pandora, it’s probably cause they have no idea what to do and this might be the moment they might discovered the Ash Clan.

Then cut back to the Sully’s maybe there planning on what might happen and how to defend the oceans now.

Then some other stuff happens, and maybe some scene with Spider and Kiri, then some Metkayina from another clan rush to tell Jake that some new threat is here which would be the Ash na’vi and he decides to investigate, Lo’ak and Spider maybe come along and possibly Kiri and Tuk just tags along.

Then the investigation leads to the Ash na’vi taking Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk maybe as hostages, and Jake and Spider find Quaritch and Lyle and they might have some awkward child custody moment with Spider then they decided a short truce just to get Jake’s kids back.

Then it results in them getting capture then Quaritch and Lyle joining the Ash Clan and Lo’ak gets rescued by Jake and Spider, but Kiri and Tuk are still held as hostages then the movie escalated with a big battle or smt at the end.

Idk, but maybe Jake finding Quaritch in the woods might not happen, instead he might have already joined the Ash Clan.

Anyway that’s all I got for this, this entirely small essay, yea 😅

[eanatirea]

I'm glad that Frontiers of Pandora is finally showing that the tsahìk/olo'eyktan relationship is not always a married couple, and that choosing the next in line is actually more complicated than that.

Yes, it's very traditional that they marry, and that they choose one of their children to become either olo'eyktan or tsahìk and encourage them to choose a partner to take the other role. Yet we have the Zeswa sister pair Minang and Nesim, there's Anufi who seems to either take both roles or her clan has no olo'eyktan yet, & even in the films' canon Neytiri was not the first choice of future tsahìk.

It's usually a child of one of the clan's leaders who inherits one role and then their partner is trained in the other role. But sometimes the best person for each role comes from elsewhere in the clan. The tsahìk and olo'eyktan take a *long* time deciding who is best to train to lead the clan; it's not a decision made lightly, or traditionally in every case.

Even my memories reflect this. I was a very young tsahìk of my clan (the fate of my parents unfortunately I do not remember, but I have a strong suspicion that I learned from other clans). Sometime after, my friend Lamey died in childbirth. I feared her fate, so I never had a partner of my own. Instead, her partner, one of the best warriors of the Tawkami, became olo'eyktan, and their son was trained to inherit that role.

Anyways even discarding the kin stuff the tsahìk/olo'eyktan always a mated pair thing needs to die, it's so much more nuanced than that in Na'vi culture.

[ncytiri]

i really love the amount of lgbtq+ rep we get in frontiers of pandora like you can play as a man, woman, or nonbinary character who, no matter what gender you choose, is always referred to with they/them pronouns, two characters (priya chen and anqa salaam) within the resistance (one being leader of the resistance's operations in the western frontier) are lesbians and have crushes on one another (i think they can get together but i haven't made it that far yet!), there are two nonbinary na'vi, tsu'kiri who is mourning over the loss of their friend and okul (who i haven't met yet as i am not in the last region of the western frontiers yet either skdflksd), an herbalist in the kame'tire clan and may be considered the first non-female tsakarem (within current avatar lore)!! there is also idle dialogue from a female zeswa member talking about wanting to talk her crush who is a girl :')

[jcmarchi]

Meet The Clans Of Avatar: Frontiers Of Pandora

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Meet The Clans Of Avatar: Frontiers Of Pandora

Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora introduces three brand-new clans to the Avatar universe: the Aranahe, Zeswa, and Kame’tire. Each tribe calls one of the Western Frontier’s three biomes – Kinglor Forest, Upper Plains, and Clouded Forest, respectively – home. Ingratiating yourself with each one by learning their ways is an important step in your journey to reclaim your Na’vi culture, as well as garnering enough support to push back against the exploitative mining of the villainous RDA.

For a heads-up on what to expect as you try to warm up to each clan, here’s a breakdown of the culture and personality.  

Aranahe 

The first clan you encounter resides in the Kinglor Forest. Like the Omatikaya clan from the first film, the Aranahe live in a Hometree and have a symbiotic relationship with Kinglor, large moth-like creatures. That’s because the clan primarily consists of weavers and artisans, so these Na’vi rely on the Kinglor’s silk to create extravagant and intricate fabrics. The silk’s strong fiber is also applied to weapon crafting, such as making powerful bow strings. In return for these gifts, the Aranahe serve as caretakers for the Kinglor. 

Unfortunately, this balance becomes disrupted by the RDA’s presence in the area, and one of your first tasks is restoring this way of life. Rallying the clan to retaliate won’t be easy, though. The Aranahe’s refined tastes mean they have a proud, somewhat superior attitude. When you initially meet them, their leader, Kan’nat, is in a bit of denial about the dire situation and distrusts you and the resistance, burying his head in the sand to the chagrin of his rebellious daughter, Etuwa. 

Nonetheless, the Aranahe is a peaceful and orderly tribe that values consensus over individual needs.

Zeswa

This colorful, boisterous, and ferocious warrior clan roam the hilly grasslands of the Upper Plains. Their eagerness for battle means that, unlike the Aranahe, they seek out the player’s help in fighting RDA. You can easily spot their settlements thanks to their large, colorful kites that soar overhead thanks to the Upper Plains’ perpetually windy environment. 

The Zeswa are nomadic due to the fact that they travel alongside large, docile creatures called zakru. These peaceful, elephant-like animals produce milk that forms the basis of the Zeswa’s diet. Zakru rarely move and survive by burying their trunks underground to feed on bacteria in the earth. The Zeswa’s tents are pitched on and around their stationary bodies to shield them from the Upper Plains’ powerful winds. When the zakru finally move on, which developer Massive describes as a once-in-a-generation occurrence, the clan moves with them. 

According to narrative designer Chella Ramanan, Massive looked at Kenya’s Maasai tribe as a primary influence for the Zeswa. This is reflected in the Zeswa’s hues of red and yellow for their fabrics and their beautiful braided hairstyles that sometimes resemble horns. These Na’vi love to have fun as much as they love to fight. According to Ramanan, they’ll even welcome you with a party once you prove yourself to them as a capable warrior.

Kame’tire

Search well enough and you’ll find this secretive tribe hidden within the foggy depths of the Clouded Forest. Reclusive, introverted, and as mysterious as their home, the Kame’tire are expert apothecaries and herbalists. Their intimate knowledge and appreciation for plant life is also reflected in their organic clothing. That includes imposing armor made through wood shaping, the art of softening and sculpting wood into different shapes. 

Befitting the nature of the clan, Massive was the most cagey about sharing specifics for the Kame’tire. We do know that no one has seen the clan for some time, as they’ve chosen to live in self-seclusion. Personality-wise, Ramanan describes the Kame’tire as “moody,” “suspicious,” and “a bit brutish” compared to the other two clans, and they are not eager warriors. They would rather conceal the things they value than physically defend them. Most of all, the Kame’tire are renowned caretakers and, despite their wariness of outsiders, would make valuable allies. 

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[fishyfiasco]

Hope for the Sarentu

(Character Showcase)

lol I’m always lurking around the tag and posting my screenshots so I thought I’d reveal my Sarentu

So meet Neyti! (And Nimun lol)

As one of the children kidnapped by the RDA and raised in the TAP program, Neyti cuts an imposing figure with her combat ability and her choice to remain almost entirely silent. But don’t let that scare you! Neyti is incredibly willing to help practically anyone solve issues they might have.

After being woken from cryo and being given the freedom to finally live in Pandora, Neyti rarely stays in the same place for a long time; stemming from her fear from living in a single RDA base for years. She debated severing all ties with the resistance but Aysun(my friends na’vi!) managed to convince her to stay. Despite her one-sided strained relationship with the Resistance, she will go out of her way to communicate with her fellow Sarentu. Neyti will rarely talk to someone if they aren’t Sarentu(or a clan leader) but she makes an exception for So’lek and Priya. If she isn’t found near Aysun in the resistance hideout/base, she’s practically impossible to find.

After the end of the current story(to avoid spoilers), Neyti can be found with the Zeswa! Their nomadic nature allows her to live and relearn how to be a na’vi while still traveling.

[pandorafallz]

Lest We Rest Upon Our Graves | C6

It was odd staying at the Hollows. Only in the sense of unfamiliarity of living amongst so many Na’vi than small humans but it was a welcome change. Kìoetey felt…significantly more at peace by the time she felt ready to leave. More than she had expected to feel after she had connected to the circle of ancestors.

She had…spoken to her sister again.

It was an indescribable relief to see Aha’ri, but still so young which was a weighty burden to see; her older sister now looking like her younger one. Unaware of her death like many, as Anufi has said. The Great Mother often shielded the young dead from an awful memory so they could live in peace within her. Ri’nela had told her a lot, catching her up on the years since. Their cold sleep, the RDA return and… what happened with Cortez, What Nor had done to her and… what she had then done to her as well.

Kìoetey had gotten the sense Aha’ri didn’t condone Nor’s actions but there was certainly some level of… support there. Always the rebellious one in spirit and… Aha’ri had never been fond of Cortez really. Now Kìoetey truly understood why, but succumbing to one’s sky-person’s demons wasn’t something Kìoetey had wanted for herself or her clan.

Not again.

She hadn’t been able to bring herself to connect to Eywa again to seek her sister’s spirit out again which was why she had chosen to return sooner but encouraged Ri’nela to stay for longer; a part of her hoped Anufi would aid in teaching Ri’nela as well. If Ri’nela would become a Tsahìk one day then she needed to learn from the Tsahìks around her as they had no Sarentu Tsahìk to learn from.

Minang had a lot of strength to learn from, someone who held a strong sense of self. Fought when it needed to happen; a balance between her and her sister to keep the Zeswa strong in the unforgiving Upper Plains.

Etuwa was resilient, and adaptive and stayed from tradition when tradition couldn’t aid their current problems. Still so young to take up the Tsahìk’s mantle but someone had to.

And Anufi. A strong heart that had lived with the burden that weighed her down. Enduring. Even when her heart bled for lives she thought she had stolen. Her mindfulness and knowledge of the plants and healing were impressive.

From that, ample opportunities to learn and grow. The Sarentu had no Olo'eyktan, but Kìoetey had toyed with the suggestion of stepping into that mantle herself, or if Ri’nela was to find a mate; someone who would take that burden from them. Although, Ri’nela was young like most of them, not ready for a mate or seeking one. Perhaps it was wise to take up the Olo'eyktan as a temporary measure? To see if she could fit into such a position. They still needed a leader beyond the Resistance.

This was something Kìoetey continued to mull about as she flew back towards Resistance Hide-out. Relishing the air that bit at her exposed skin and ruffling her clothes, feeling both her and Amay’s heartbeats sing as one. The Ikran was distantly hungry so Kìoetey made a mental note to get a big fish for her to enjoy later. Amay seemed to perk up a little and let out a happy cry.

Soon they were touching down, and after giving her a little pet, Kìoetey let out a breath and departed to go inside with a somewhat nervous bubble. Cortez was inside, she’d have to face her sooner or later. The bubble of guilt returned as her mind returned back to those avatars.

Her eyes searched the faces of the passing humans as she entered, nodding hello to those of first echoed them. But none were the faces of those she was seeking out. She walked past Priya twice at the radio station before she stopped and asked.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her.” Priya said with a shrug, “Like… it’s probably for the best. Anqa might know where she is but she’s out at the moment, So’lek too but I’m not sure if he’s back or not. He’s been helping Nalin with a sick human.”

“A sick human?” Kìoetey echoed, “Cortez?”

“I doubt it. A broken arm isn’t a sickness, just an injury. Doctors can’t disclose personal details. Privacy and all that but with this human, it sounded pretty serious but Nalin never said much. ” Priya said, “Also before you hear about this from…anyone else. Someone found Cortez’s personal files about TAP and spread it about. It’s…not good.” Priya looked more hesitant as she said this. “I don’t know if you wanna know but…I figured it’s best to prepare you in case you hear more shitty things that Alma did in TAP.”

Kìoetey’s eyes narrowed a little, her brow pulling in. “What were on the files?”

Priya shifted uncomfortably, “Look, I didn’t mention it to add more fuel to the fire. Only…student files mostly.”

Kìoetey stared but she had a sense of what those were. She had seen a portion of Cortez’s file on Aha’ri back at Tap-Con 1 calling her ‘disruptive’ and had ‘insubordinate behaviours’. It was a hard thing to see but if anything, it wasn’t surprising given Cortez had worked alongside Mercer.

“I’ve seen some of the content on the student files. I know how it reflects on Cortez but I don’t see how that’s anyone’s business.”

“It’s not about the files itself. Everyone’s more pissed that she went back and edited them to look more Anti-TAP and made it appear that she cared about you this whole time.” Priya said before her words caught up with her. “Oh, god sorry.”

Kìoetey held up her hand, mostly to stop the woman from going off on one. Her words stung a little and… she honestly didn’t know if she was willing to emotionally invest into such a revelation. It…felt flat and in all honestly, she wasn’t surprised; Cortez hadn’t come for them for 16 years and had lied to them again since then too. Another omitted truth. Another to the pile.

She knew in her heart, that there was care in Cortez’s intent. But actions had long since morphed it into something else. But, she’d rather clear up her own actions with the woman first before she asked for…more information. To know why.  She needed to understand the woman’s justifications here now she felt more willing to hear it.

“Just…let me know if you hear about where Cortez is. I still need to talk to her.”

-

Horseshoe Mountain Station was…surprisingly big. Alma had forgotten that the field labs were massive and had been meant for Avatar teams to be working there alongside humans. The…size difference of the space threw her off for a while and… on occasion she forgot how small she was until she stood up and expected to rise higher. Since it was big, she didn’t get to see too much of her colleagues.

Dr Reeve was a short woman with dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin but with incredibly sharp brown eyes. It became clear to her that Dr Reeves wasn’t overly impressed or thrilled about her presence but held a professional mask well in their meeting. From what she knew, Reeves was not aware of the full extent of her illness. Only that she had to have constant cerebral monitoring with the risk of stroke, seizure and death.

Alma suspected the woman had come to some conclusion about it given the woman was a scientist; things were easy to put together but hadn’t said anything; even when she had her assistance putting the monitors back on after her showers. Her illness however gave her no mercy on judgement.

It still felt….awkward and nauseous that she was stuck with someone who clearly didn’t like her. No small talk or brief chats much like at the Hideout, was in all time swing. It was oddly isolating still and more intense coming from one person. The only other human around her.

So once again, Alma was alone.

The monitors dug into her spine as she lay back on her bed with her eyes closed against the bright light that shone through the crack of the blanket screen she had put up. The left side of her head thumping with the familiar pain of a migraine but it was starting to wean off now. The nausea was still background but less intense.

“Cortez.”

“Go away.” She grumbled, the sound of her voice grating on her nerves as her fellow scientist came through the airlock.

“You got company.”

Alma groaned a little but… she hoped that was probably Nalin with…news of sorts. It had been a few days after all. Gently and slowly, she untangled from her sheets and slipped out of her dark cocoon of her bunk and grabbed her sling to rest her arm. Reeves followed but they ignored the awkward airlock moment and her fumbling with her back before they exited, Reeves heading immediately off to the second module for privacy.

Outside it was only Nalin and Anufi of all people. The latter crouching down talking to the doc on a more even level.

Alma threw a questioning look to Nalin as she approached but the Tsahìk straightened right up, surprised even at the sight of her. Her tail rising a little which set Alma on edge immediately.

“<You? You are the ill one?>” Anufi questioned tightly.

“<Yes.>,” Alma said, “<What did Dr Laine Tell you of my condition?>”

Anufi’s lips pursed and looked a little… discontented about it being her as she held her stare.

Alma tried not to feel like it was personal but she understood the contempt. Anufi had…suffered, if a bit indirectly by her actions. The RDA’s actions. Of all the Tsahìks to go to she was probably the worst option in a way. Someone who had a real chance of turning her down; to let her die. She hadn’t forgotten either that the Tsahìk even tried to save her avatar; just let it die. So’lek had been the only one to try and put pressure on around the blade after Nor had stabbed her.

“<So’lek was the one to go into detail of…your ailment. Your healer is not…fluent enough in our language.>” Anufi said, “<but she had provided me those drawings to understand the condition.>” Her demeanour was different now, distant but not indicating she was going to shoo her and return to the Hollows. Which was a start at least.

“<By your assessment, is it curable?>” Alma asked, her heart still thumping fast, “<or have you yet to see?>”

“<I have yet to see. I’ve brought together some herbs that will need to be brewed into a tea. While I cannot enter the brain itself to…fix this I know a few remedies to aid the flow of blood and to thicken the vessels that they become strong. I hope with my remedies, the weak vessel with no longer ball out and risk rupturing but it will take time and care.>”

Nalin hovered a little, barely following along, “All good?”

Alma nodded but gestured the way to the fire close to her shack for Anufi to get started. “She’s only got herbal remedies to aid my blood vessels. She can’t operate.” She said as she led the doc wither behind the Tsahìk who crouched by the fire

“I wasn’t banking on an operation either. Na’vi don’t tend to…operate like humans do unless they have to. The brain is…something I’ve noticed they’re not equipped for unless they’re opening up the skull to remove pressure but that’s rare.” Nalin said, “But I’ve seen herbal medicine work a miracle in Na’vi and those she treated. Those inhalation burns are all but gone in those worse affected.”

At least Nalin sounded hopeful. Alma felt… unconvinced but she had to wait and see. At the fire, she moved a solid case over to sit down on and rest before Nalin moved behind her and pulled back her collar and began to make her adjustments to the monitor, pulling out her tablet and from what she could see; directly getting the data.

“<Your sky-person body looks thin. Weaker than your healer and the others I have seen.>” Anufi remarked, crouched down with a large cradle of water now set above the fire. “<Has this illness afflicted you long?>”

“<No, it’s a side effect of my Dreamwalker’s death. It doesn’t help that I have…neglected care of my true body in favour of my Dreamwalker.>” Alma admitted, “<It’s…a common occurrence for anyone with a Dreamwalker to favour long sessions in our link-bed. Favour the life through the dream.>”

“< You lived the dream too long. Without reality, there is no life.>” Anufi said, “<Have many perished?>”

Alma stared into the flames. “<Before me, only two Dreamwalkers have ever died when connected. Dr Augustine died separate from her avatar which still has life but no spirit since she had passed to Eywa.>” She felt the woman glance at her curiously.

“<Only two deaths? In all this time>”

“<All are dead. Dr Henger’s Dreamwalker was consumed alive by a creature. His mind was lost. Unable to…comprehend the reality and dream. He couldn’t understand or separate them. He was medicated but…in the end, he accidently overdosed when he didn’t know how much medication he had been given. He was the first. Dr Lorenz’s death was a testament to further possibility. His avatar was…killed in an attack. Violently. He was dead before they could open up his link bed. His autopsy showed he died of a sudden and…acute brain haemorrhage. Like me but…faster.>”

Anufi said nothing but her head was tilted curiously as she gently ground up some herbs.

Alma opted to carry on on the topic. “<It’s… been suggested that a dying Dreamwalker doesn’t allow the spirit to leave after a certain point in time after fatal injuries. A…threshold, so to speak. If I had unlinked immediately after the stabbing, I wouldn’t have my condition now. It’s…thought that the dying Dreamwalker tries to fight for life by drawing energy from their driver after passing the threshold which leads to damage to our native bodies. Nothing… confirmed but the RDA never wanted to risk humans and Dreamwalkers to test it out. Too expensive.>”

“<So there is more to it being just a second skin for you. A real life to risk.>” Anufi considered, pouring her ground herbs up into the heating water. “<You are not confident in your survival? You sound like you have admitted defeat to this sickness.>”

“<All I can do is hope. But… I’m not sure my odds of survival are optimal.>” At least, that was what the last few days had felt like; waiting to hear. “<If all the others had died following their… first deaths… how can I assume I will live?>”

“<If you seek death, then that will be all that you see. Seek life if you want to find hope.>” Anufi wisely remarked, “Otherwise you will be consumed.”

Nalin sighed, drawing Alma’s attention and she craned her neck to see the tablet.

“How am I looking, Doc?”

Nalin hummed, not coming to either or. “From what I can tell, it hadn’t gotten any bigger but...it hasn't shrunk either. Your blood pressure is higher than I’d like but it’s better than what it used to be.”

“That’s good,” Alma said, in relief. Another spark of hope, as small as it was.

“Once you’ve drunk your tea, I wanna weigh you and take another blood test for your blood count and sugars.”

“I have been eating what I’m supposed to.” Alma pointed out.

“I know, but I need to know if adjustments need to be made if you’re metabolising it too fast or too slow.”

Alma sighed but nodded. “Fine.”

“<What did she say?>”

“<The bulge in my brain hadn’t grown or shrunk, and my blood pressure is better but not ideal to the healer’s expectations.>” She paraphrased softly, “<she wants to check my blood and some other minor tests to make sure I’m following with her dietary plan and putting on weight.>”

Anufi nodded once, gently stirring. “<Your body is weak.>”

It wasn’t a long process before the tea was done and more last-second herbs were added for when the tea cooled enough before the tea was strained off and poured into a larger vessel of water while a small cup was sectioned off for her to sip, half a cup, really. She didn’t go back inside to drink, but managed to lift her mask to sip and bring the mask down to swallow and breathe, much to Nalin’s disapproval.

The tea didn’t…taste good, it tingled at her taste buds like sour milk with a woody after-taste. The taste alone made her want to spit it out but she forced it past her gag reflex and let out a groan, eyeing the rest with distaste.

“<It’s an acquired taste,>,” Anufi remarked, a little amused as she set a new pot above the fire “but it’s powerful. You need something strong.>”

“<Can…I add some honey to it? Make it sweeter at the least.>”

“<No, that reduced its potency. You should rest deeply after you finish your cup, then have this second remedy. This will aid your body in gaining strength and to cycle your energy more efficiently through your veins. You need both to achieve balance in your body while you recover. Too much of the first will overwhelm you, and without it, your condition may worsen without control.>” Anufi explained.

“<You are making a lot.>” Her stomach turned a little at the thought of more. The first was potent…how bad was the next one going to be?

“<This is a week’s worth. You must drink it three times a day. I will return to examine you to ensure it is working when the week is up. The quality of each will need to vary.>” Anufi said, “It can make you drowsy. So the morning and afternoon, you must have half a cup to remain active. The night, a whole cup and sleep through it.>”

Alma translated this to the doctor who made a note on the canteen of the cooling tea and the instructions for heating temperatures and all were also added to the notes along with ingredients and anything else though Alma found her migraine nearly gone but a tiredness in her body that called for her to rest.

She forced the rest of the tea down which certainly stopped her falling asleep on her make-shift stool after each initial glug and gag.

“I need to rest.” Alma decided, yawning into the back of her hand, her knuckle hitting the front of her mask. “Dr Reeves knows Na’vi if you need a translator. Also, remind me to contact Spellman at High Camp if you can later. I need to inform him of my….displacement. I’d rather tell him myself than…just through Priya. They’ll need to know who to contact in the future.” Just wasn’t her…if she couldn’t get better or regain her position as Resistance leader.

[avatarl0v3r]

The Lost Clan - Chapter 1

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warnings: angst (?)

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!sarentu reader

Notes: just as the main character of the game the readers mother is the same but also the tsahik

chapter 2

the animals could be heard from overhead as your smaller legs carried you farther away from your camp the smell of soil filled the air. your mother warned not to wander to far, but she knew it was in your blood to be adventurous.

you stepped over stones the moss tickling at your feet as you stepped, the light from the noon sun was warm hitting your skin with its rays that were breaching though the larger leaves of the trees. this side of pandora was beautiful this was your first time out of the western frontier, and this was a change of scenery compared to that of the clouded forest where the kame'tire stayed.

you had no idea where you were only that you kept going straight so you wouldn't get completely lost, as you walked you started hearing voices being curious you quietly walked closer crouching behind some bushes before the voices belongers came into view. it was a boy around your age with his father learning to catch a fish. you watch as he told his son how to time the arrow right. he let the arrow fly, it pierced the fishes body you stumbled back from shock of the fishes body slapping the surface water. you continued to peek through the bushes watching as the father stepped back to head home.

thinking the boy was just going to follow you slowly stood up to start back towards your camp, but the boy had the feeling of being watched so before following his father he stopped and looked around his eyes met yours and he smiled at you. "neteyam come on" you returned the smile and you both waved goodbye to each other. no words were spoken but you both knew the two of you were friends.

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"mama, are we there yet" your mother kataru smiled down at you picking you up while she walked aha'ri right by her side "we'll be there soon little one" you nodded before resting your head on her shoulder allowing the rhythm of her breathing drift you to sleep.

when you were shaken awake you were surrounded by other navi but still in your mothers arms you took a look around you and noticed you were inside a tree, your mother sat you down and aha'ri took yoour hand as you two and the other sarentu children were approached by the other clans children, while your parents were approached by the leaders.

you greeted other navi kids telling them of your life of traveling and staying with other clans. after those interactions you wandered around the large tree by yourself while walking you seen the boy from the pond he jogged over and greeted you and showed you around the tree which you learned they called home tree. after the tour you guys' stuck side by side even when it was time for your clan to share, they're stories.

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you stayed for a week or two before the war came to the tree at that time everyone was preparing for battle but your clan sure you kids learned to fight and protect yourselves from the zeswa but not the adults.

smoke filled the air; the smell of ash and sadness could be smelled for miles parents with children were ordered to leave even neytiri had to retreat to be with her children while jake and the others fought for their home the sarentu went their own way parting from the clan that allowed them to stay and share their stories. screams filled the air while your clan ran away trying to survive. a tree blocked off the way your clan ran they last thing you remember was making eye contact with neteyam before your father scooped you and aha'ri up in his arms sprinting the opposite direction.

the last thing neteyam seen was your father scooping you up in his arms along with your older sister before sprinting the opposite direction along with rda soliders right behind you.

that was the last time you saw neteyam and neteyam saw you.

and that would be the last time the sarentu were seen and their stories heard for years to come.

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