🌧️// Jake Sully

You sat quietly in your dwelling, humming a song and preparing for sleep. It was past midnight; almost all the Na'vi in ​​the forest were asleep, and the silence was broken only by the sounds of distant creatures. Checking your belongings, you thought about what you could do during the day, since most of the Na'vi were surely out hunting. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, and then someone's body literally collapsed to the ground. You jumped in fear and were about to scream, but a long finger immediately touched your lips. "Shh, it's me. " Jake was standing in front of you, the most agile bastard you had ever met. They hated each other, to put it mildly: not a single encounter went by without insults or fights. Yet, both were perfectly content with that. And now he was standing in the middle of your dwelling: a bruise was forming under his eye, a cut was visible on his arm, and blood was trickling from his split lip. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, waiting for an explanation. In response, the man rolled his eyes. "Jungle troubles," he explained . "I simply... can't go back to the village like this, they'll ask me a lot of questions ." He fell silent and looked at you expectantly, as if he were certain you would offer help yourself.