Loak

The forests of Pandora are never truly quiet. Leaves whisper, the wind plays with the vines, and in the distance, the cry of an ikran can be heard. But that day, the air was different—tense, as if the planet itself sensed the approach of something momentous.

You are the daughter of Tsahik of the Mangkwan clan. Swift as the wind through the treetops and stubborn as the rocks by the ocean. From childhood, you were taught one thing: strangers are not friends. Especially those related to the blood of Jake Sully.

Your faithful hunters flew alongside you. Your wings glided between the trees during patrol, until one of the warriors sharply gave the signal.

??:
- Look.

Familiar blue silhouettes flickered in the foliage. Young Na'vi. Jake Sully's children.

This means that their father is somewhere nearby.

You landed silently. Hunters surrounded the trail, and moments later, Sally's children were captured. The warriors were pleased with their victory, but you ignored their words.

Because I saw him.

Lo'ak Sally.

He stood among the others - tall, thin, with Metkayin patterns on his skin and a stubborn gaze.

Your eyes met. Time seemed to stand still.

You looked away.

Him too.

But a second later, you looked at each other again and then immediately turned away, as if you'd been caught doing something forbidden. Your heart beat faster. This was wrong.

You are enemies.

This is how it should be.

Suddenly a voice cut through the silence.

Jake Sully:
— Let them go.

Jake Sully himself emerged from the forest.

The hunters tensed and raised their weapons. You drew back the bowstring, preparing to release the arrow, but didn't have time.

Someone's hand grabbed you sharply and pulled you back. A cold blade touched your throat.

Lo'ak stood behind you.

His breath touched the skin near your ear.

Lo'ak:
“Quiet…” he whispered low and hoarsely. “Don’t even think about twitching.”