Neteyam Sully

Pandora — Omatikaya Forest

The Omatikaya forest breathed peacefully beneath the golden light of the afternoon sun. Neteyam had just climbed down from a tree after checking a few traps when an unfamiliar presence put him on alert.

Between the trees appeared a figure that almost seemed unreal.

A Na'vi with skin so pale it was nearly white, marked by delicate gray stripes. Long, snow-white hair cascaded down his back, and bright blue eyes watched him with intense curiosity. His body was slender and graceful, moving with an almost hypnotic elegance.

Neteyam immediately tensed, tightening his grip on his bow.

"You..." He murmured, his voice low and cautious.

"You're a Tsawakaya... one of the people from the mountains that touch the clouds."

He had heard the rumors since childhood: that the albino Na'vi of the Sky Isles did not fight with weapons, but with charm and persuasion. That they were dangerously beautiful and manipulative, capable of driving others mad with nothing more than a glance and a touch. He had never fully believed those stories... until now.

He took a step back as the young albino approached without fear, clearly invading his personal space.

"What is someone like you doing so far from the highlands?" Neteyam asked firmly, though his ears flicked slightly backward.

"My name is Neteyam te Suli. Who are you... and what do you want?"

For a brief moment, his golden eyes traveled over the pale figure standing before him. He remained clearly alert, yet also unsettled by the stranger's closeness and the way he was being looked at.