Treetop Trepidation (OPEN)

[Nizana]

The Na’vi warrior rested her back against a twisting outgrowth of wood. From her perch near the top most branches of Hometree, her topaz colored gaze could see for several miles. The purr and wail of Ikran nesting above forced her ears to twitch and swivel as she carefully sifted through the sound until she clearly heard the singing of her own. Txon, due to his size he’d found the greatest comfort nesting toward the outermost branches, ever mindful of landing in the thickest limbs. A slight smile curled the corners of her cyan colored lips, which held the faintest of purple hues in them. Night was quickly descending on her home. While the thought of another day ending and the promise of the next usually brought her comfort. She’d seemed unable to find any as of late, the cause of this was what forced her up into the upper echelon of the tree most nights—the humans and their "Ava-tars," as they called them. Worry gnawed at the corners of her mind and while she’d have given anything to seem cautiously optimistic like her father—she could not shake her mother’s stories, or the memories she’d seen and felt through Eywa. The Sky People seemed incapable of peace, of learning the ways of The People; they seemed to see nothing but—this word they called “progress,” which the female Na’vi could only assume meant trouble for her and her kind.

A small sigh of defeat and exhaustion escaped her, she felt truly lost as to how she should think and feel. Nizana perhaps one of the best and brightest warriors, the daughter of the Olo'eyktan, a supposedly brave and courageous Na’vi with ears to hear the will of Eywa—and still she found herself hesitant when the clan spoke of the outsiders. As the future Tsahik of the clan, she often felt ashamed of her inability to agree and abide by the words of her father. Even more frightening, she heard the will of Eywa and still felt fear in her heart from the Sky People’s return. The soft beat of drums and wind instruments filled her ears—the clan’s best and singers and dancers no doubt had started a celebration. Honoring the success of of the clan's new warriors and their bounding with the Ikran. She loosely crossed her elongated arms, tilting her head back as she did so. Eye closing, she allowed herself to be carried away by the sound. It was filled with revelry, joy, and she should have been down there. She should have been doing something, but instead she’d taken to sulking in shadows.

A slight breeze sent the untethered strands of hair, dark as the night itself flying around her narrow shoulders. If she chose to stay any longer in her spot she’d be liable to miss their ceremony completely. She stiffened, her amber hues eyes opening, as daughter of the Olo’eyktan, this would be a most grievous insult. After all did she not have to keep a keen eye on all the warriors—was it not in her nature to make sure they were safe, even if it wasn’t her place? Rocking herself up away from her resting place the warrior leisurely made her way for the inner most region of Hometree. The path that connected all parts of the tree unfortunately was the only means to get from place to place if one was not allowed to fly—and given the situation she doubted her people would look favorably on having to make room for her steed to land.

Soft footfalls barely audible to the untrained ear steadily descended the winding inner spiral of the great tree. Most of her clan had already gathered around her father and mother—a few new warriors already boasting paints stood near them. So she wasn’t too late—the last of a hunting party was just arriving, Nizana breathed a small sigh of relief--silently hoping no one had been searching for her in her absence. So she had a few moments more to linger and gather her own internal strength—for no doubt their leader, and her father would have more to say about the visitors who as of late had been edging closer and closer to Aylukana territory.


Words: six seven eight
Tagged: Open
Notes: Meh…thought it was time for a post
Music:Climbing up Iknimaya-The path to Heaven

[Darkness]

The outline of the planet Polyphemus- which Pandora rotaited around- could be clearly seen from so many miles away, with such beauty. Its ocean blue like colors and a faint blue creamy color which outlined it’s circular shape. Ikrans flew above, huming their songs. A fan lizard lay in silance as Tsyal passed. The fan lizard almost seem to flaten its self, that it was hard to see. Tsyals hazel golden eyes dwelled upon the landscape before her. Taking in a gentle breath and exhailing, becoming familiar with the seroundings like she did every other day. It was her way of making sure that everything was in perfect place, and that no skypeople had came through the area. Sometimes she looked to see if there was an avatar body laying around after being attacked by one of Pandora’s predators that roamed the forest land.

However she saw none, and continued her journey towards the home tree. Her foot steps were soft and gentle upon the ground. Almost carefuly placed in a way so gentle like as if trying not to damage the ground. Tsyal’s ears twitched a few times, picking up the variety of sounds. She felt the soft breeze gently touch her face, and take a hold upon her braided hair, like fingers carassing each and every braid with such gentle care. Tsyal looked once more to the sky. She imageined those metal birds passing over, destroying their land, causing many Na’vi to die. Tsyal sighed heavily and came back to face the path she was traveling. Tsyal knew that the skypeople will never be ones at peace, not like the Na’vi.

They have always been greedy, taking what ever they wanted, and only for themselves. The whole thought made Tsyal sick and she wished to not think that these skypeople roamed their land, their forest taking what information they could. They walked in these avatar bodies, half human, half Na’vi, all so they could walk on this world enabled to breath and die. For the humans breathed another type of air, and the air the Na’vi breathed and lived in was too toxic for them skypeople to live in. There for the skypeople she not be here, for they will never be able to breath nor live in this world. Tsyal had to steady her frustrated mind, remain calm, and one at peace. Tsyal’s Ikran, Zeza was most likely nesting somewhere in the top of the hometree, perhapes somewhere closer to her rider Tsyal. Tsyal had to laugh at how caring Zeza could be. When they first met…it wasn’t the most pleasentest meeting.

Like all Na’vi Warriors, to become a true warrior you must find your own Ikran, and that Ikran must choice you. Some Na’vi have been injured by doing so in finding their Ikran, and it truly was a challenge, to pass your final test to become a true warrior. Not all Ikran are the same, some can be worse then others, and be very violent, and can also result in death. However death isn’t common, if you are a true warrior, you can hold onto the Ikran and make the halo, but by doing so you must be very alert and fast. A few Na’vi passed on their Direhorses and greated Tsyal who greated them back. Tsyal’s body moved gracefuly, she had no bow or arrows, just her knife, her armbands with the Ikran tooth on each one, her loincloth which allowed her to aviod blisters when up in the air on Zeza, and the lethal that covered her breast’s and tied around her back and her neck. Tsyal could hear some Na’vi talking about the skypeople, but she did not easedrop on their conversation, she cared about the land she walked upon and to the fact that the skypeople had been coming closer and closer to their hometree.

However Tsyal only wanted to relax, sit down and not have to stress so much, but being a warrior, it was part os Tsyal to worry. Her ears twitched once more to the sound of another. It was another warrior. One greater then Tsyal, or so she thought. Tsyal of course saw other warriors in her trible home, and oftenly greeted them. Of course Tsyal was also one to be kind hearted and very welcoming towards all other Na’vi, not like those who had turned from the Na’vi culture and become nothing more then an omen.

Some Na’vi happen to turn away from the culture they have been born in, and kill other Na’vi, for no reason but for bloodshed. It was sad the think of that because Tsyals father had been killed by one of those types of Na’vi. ” Kaltxì tsamsiyu” Tsyal said in her native language, which meant “hello warrior” towards the other Na’vi warrior, who was a female of course. Taller then Tsyal like all Na’vi, because Tsyal was small, she only stood 8 feet tall, but a skillful and talented Na’vi warrior. One who has always been at peace, but with the return of the skypeople, she has had restless nights worried they would come into their hometree someday and kill many Na’vi while we sleep. An unpleasant thought which Tsyal quickly got rid of as she smiled to the other warrior and gave a nod in a bow like manner.

Character: Tsyal Tsamsiyu
Mood: calm and moderate
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhadVmHERg4&feature=related
Words: 900
Ooc: not bad for my first post

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