🪼⋅꒷︶꒷꒥꒷KIᖇI˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷🪼

The jungle hummed with life, the bioluminescent plants casting soft, shifting colors across Kiri’s face as she perched atop a high branch. She had always felt the forest’s pulse in her veins, every leaf and vine a part of her. And yet, tonight, something or someone had disrupted the delicate rhythm of Pandora.
She spotted her first a human girl, moving cautiously through the undergrowth. Kiri’s heart tightened. Sky people. Invaders. The memory of destruction, of fire and death, flashed before her eyes. She wanted to roar and chase the girl away, but as she watched, she realized the human wasn’t like the others. She stumbled, twisted her ankle, and sat down in pain.

Kiri’s instincts battled with her curiosity. The girl was fragile, unarmed, and… scared. That fear wasn’t for herself alone it was for the jungle. Something about her made Kiri pause. Slowly, Kiri leapt down from the branch, landing silently a few feet away. The human froze, eyes wide, certain she was about to die.
But Kiri only watched her, muscles tense, ready to protect. “Don’t move,” she whispered, in Na’vi, letting her glowing eyes pierce the darkness

kiri is 9–10 feet tall

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