Deep In the Txon =Open to all=

[Darkness]

All fell into the darkness of the night. Viperwolves howled and was replied to by another viperwolf that was further off. The sounds of the native animals that had evolved over the years sung their night song. A skyperson in there so called “Avatar” would be lost, seeing with their eyes they do not see- for they would only see this night as darkness, nothing more. They would use their techonologie to find their way through the jungle, but to Tsyal, she didn’t think any Skyperson had the guts to venture out at night to see the forest come to life as the planet began to glow. Her yellow golden eyes gazed around, reflecting the glow from the planets around her. Bioluminescent night and her own bioluminescent that traced around her face in a humble and wave like pattern, covering her face and all over her body. Her knife gently taped her as she took soft and gentle steps on the smooth cool ground.

Sometimes Tsyal liked to wiggle her toes in the ground, because it was a relaxing and cool feeling. Tsyal could not avoid the fact that she was in love with the land, the forest, the creators and most of all Eywa. Tsyal’s hands came out to her sides; touching the planets and watching them glow even brighter. A smile grew upon her face as she walked across the forest floor and eventually came to the hometree where inside she could hear the soft humming off hands hitting a drum and a voice that sound metallic like vocals coming from a fellow Na’vi. Her ears twitched to the sounds around her as she gazed up at the giant like tree with a smile.

She gave a soft sigh in the night’s air as a cool breeze swept past her. Tsyal’s hair was braided, and at the end of each braid was a dun colored bead or two. Her hair was pushed to her left side, like most warriors would. However, unlike most Na;vi who got the V shape like hair style, Tsyal went with this type of style because it was how her father use to have his parted always to the left side, showing his ear that had rip marks in it from a fight with an angry viperwolf that was only trying to protect its young. And being the kind hearted soul Tsyal’s father was, he did not harm the viperwolf. He used calm words and slowly backed away. It was like the Viperwolf understood him and backed away back to her howling young ones who had been woken up with fright.


As she listened to the singer and their unique vocals, Tsyal turned her attention back to the forest. She thought about the palulukan. King of the jungle and where he went, what of his offspring, or her offspring, and what about the Toruk, the mighty last shadow that flew in the sky high above its prey carefuly watching over it. Where did the Toruk nest? Had he or even she has offspring? Of course Toruk’s names made it clear he was the “Last” Shadow. He got his name because all you see is a shadow coming over you.

Perhapes long ago in the days of all our anciesters before those skypeople even discovered the moon planet named Pandora, Tsyal could imagien the Toruks flying over her head as the night came to life and the planet Pandora orbited also seemed to glow.
Tsyal knew she should have been up there with all the other Na’vi before the drumer and the singer. It was a common thing, and most Na’vi are expected to be up there. However Tsyal could not rest, the uneasy past still haunted her mind as if it all happened yesterday in a heartbeat. Tsyal then traced her fingers down the string of her bow that she always had on her. She started from the top of the bow and made her way down past her shoulder, past her covered breasts and eventualy down to her hip. Still her alert ears twiched to the sound of every note being made by the musision up there. And with the howling of the viperwolves and other singing creaters, the whole song being sung sounded more rythimical combined with the sounds of nature joining in almost. Though still Tsyal did not trust the idea of those skypeople back on their planet.

Out here Tsyal was alone, she could think clearly, but individualness was not always encouraged. Even though Tsyal did oftenly go up to hear the rythimcal vocal cords of another Na’vi, Tsyal felt too uneasy this night. She felt like she needed to clear her thoughts, her mind, focus on everything and always think positive, not negative or angery. It was one thing Tsyals mother did not encourage, and that was Negativety and angery. Her mother taught her how to be one at peace, how to be humble not always stressed out to the point that she should go off and never return. Her mother raised her up well. Well enough to become a warrior, well enough to be one at peace after the death of her father.

Quickly Tsyal brushed that thought off as she sat down on one of the many large roots that dug into the ground and out again like a waves. She felt the cool air brush upon her cheerbones and along her body in a carrasing way. Tsyal never came to think of ever being mated for life. Even though she would like to be with another of the opposet gender, she found it hard that she would be called beautiful. Her days are always full of choars, helping her mother, training and none the less studying the land and creater like she has always done since a child. However she did not mind finding herself alone in future without a child or lover. She was a warrior, and she knew that it was more common for a dancer or a singer to gain such benifites of a male Na’vi. Though Tsyal was a warrior, proude to be one, always strong and determand and she knew that sooner or later her mother would start to pesster her about a grandchild.

Tsyal was only 21, she had much to learn in life still apart from what she already knew, though she was waiting for that day. Tsyal flicked her tail, hearing the gentle sound of the beads on her tail jingle in a rythmical tune. She placed her tail by her side on the large root she had made herself comfortable on as a temaperary seat for the night. The sound of the Ikrans nesting in the tree seemed to be noisey, but Tsyal considered it a way of the Ikran joining in on the nighttime sining. Tsyal smiled to hear the Ikran up in the top of the tree. It wasn’t very easy to hear them over the top of everything else making their sounds, but it was just clear enough to hear them make their tunes. It brought peaceful thoughts to Tsyal as she looked deep within the forest.

Character: Tsyal Tsamsiyu
Words: 1206
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmHK7LjtbmY
Ooc: This post is open to everyone and anyone : )

Sorry about the crappy post too

[Moon Seeker//]

Darkness had lit her bodice into a sparkling mirror of the sky above her, the flecks of bioluminescent white that peppered her cobalt-blue figure glowing faintly in the vibrant forest around her. Mokri Nìtsamsiyu was out late, far from the comfort of the Rokure cliffs, and she felt awkward in the unknown territory. The rough soles of her feet clung to the branch beneath her as she slithered across it, her lofty body moving with ease amongst the trees. Her tail flicked around the bush, and a Helicoradian plant coiled in defense as her bow tapped against it. She froze, turning back to glance at the flora. Crouching forward, she waved the palm of her hand above it softly, and the plant quivered and sprang into the air. A yerik trotted beneath her, it's two fawns bounding playfully beside it. The female Na'vi pressed her body to the branch, watching the family with a warm gaze. She pushed forward, however, as a Nantang howl churned the still air about her.

The Rokure hunter should not have been out so late, but she had skipped hunting that evening to keep watch over her sister, and it had left her famished. She breathed slowly and quietly, clambering off the branch she stood and swiftly leaping onto the ground below. Her feet sank gently in the supple sod, and she flickered her auds back and forth, her eyelids dropping over her burnished yellow eyes as she listened with a full heart to the sounds of the forest around her. She held out a hand to the dew-salted foliage about her legs as she stepped nimbly over the gnarled roots of the timber, her queue slung over her shoulder respectfully. The scents that filled her nose overcame her mind, and she inhaled deeply, opening her optics to face the night sky above. One moon, or what she could see of it, lit her surroundings with a dusty, light blue glow that suffused her own flecks of light. She trembled as she lowered her body, watching intently as three more yerik stepped through the flora, picking their way in the forest's illuminated copse. Mokri slipped from the cradle of the roots around her and circled the tree, another Na'vi's scent filling her nares.

The femme could see the other Na'vi, and she felt a rough lump lodge itself in her gullet. She was from another clan. The Aylukana, from how close she was from their Hometree. "Kaltxì, Aylukana tsumke." The Rokure female dropped her bodice so that she sat crouching on a root maybe twelve feet from the female. She pressed on the conversation, believing she left enough time for the female to respond. "Oel ngati kameie." She held a hand to the right of her breast and bowed her head respectfully. It did not matter the clan or gender; her manners always came first. The female dropped her hand and adjusted the red dagger on her collarbone, her bow string bouncing against her ridge. It was her first meeting with a Na'vi outside of her clan, and she was nervous and excited.

Character: Mokri Nìtsamsiyu
Word Count: 518
Music: The Avatar Soundtrack
OOC: Sorry for the crappy post.

[Darkness]

While thoughts mixed like threads of braided hair, Tsyal day dreamed. She had never really been off too far from hometree. The howl of the Viperwolvers, the Ikran calling out, the other insects that created their own unique sounds all seemed rhythmical as if Ewya herself was singing. A smile played on Tsyals face. Her tail flicked into the air once more, and softly began to tap the root in a soft melodic tune with the singer who became faint in Tsyal’s mind.

However, even in her mind her ears flicked to sounds all around her. Every faint sound brought Tsyals attention even more. She sometimes thought of how far the creators would be when she was younger with her friends. However after the death of her father, things changed dramatically. Tsyal always thought of her father, if he was proud of her or not. She could never forget the day he died and how it happened. It was a warm day on Pandora. Tsyal had been bragging about a family day out. Her father agreed to go out into the Na’ring and her mother promised to follow along.

The day was started off by Tsyal with excitement and full of joy. She prepared herself, got all the work done that she needed to do and then her father took his bow and put it around him and lead the way through the forest where Tsyals father would lay close to the ground and show Tsyal a newly born Hexapede. Her mother showed her things to like the flora, and mostly the Harvesting Fruits which was close to the hometree and their delicious taste. Tsyals ears flicked rapidly as she heard the swift sound of a foot above her, then the rustling of leaves and then a thump from behind her. She turned her attention to another Na’vi female. Tsyal smiled and stood up on her feet. The Na’vi was a Rokure clan female, but Tsyal did not see anything wrong with that. She respect all living things, no mater what. Of course the Na’vi was taller then she was, for Tsyal was small, very small for a Na’vi only standing 8 feet tall.

Normally she should be 9 but not all genetics are the same with all Na’vi females. Tsyal did the same towards the other Na’vi, placing her right hand on the top of her breast and bowing her head respectfully flattening her ears in a respectful way and lower the tail. "Kaltxi Tsmuke of Rokure." She gave a sweet an innocent looking smile. Or Course Tsyal was innocent she would never do anything to become an outcast or even worse. "My name is Tsyal Tsamsiyu. But call me Tsyal" she said once more with a small. She wasn’t sure if the other Na’vi could speak English, or speak like a skyperson.

Most Na’vi learnt after the war how to speak English from those who could be trusted. They taught us how to speak and we taught them how to speak. It was a simple deal they brought no harm, they didn’t mean any harm. However after the war some Na’vi refused to learn English, and Tsyal didn’t know if the Rokure clan had learn English or not, because of their nature and way, but that’s just been prejudice, and Tsyal didn’t like to pre-judge others. Though she couldn’t help but judge a skyperson in their avatar. However it was the distinct smell of the Na’vi and their colors that made it clear they had come from the mountains from the clan that lived up there known as the Rokure. Tsyal had never met any outsiders. She had always wanted to, and with the excitement her tail waved up and down and her ears seemed to be pricked forward paying attention to the other Na’vi. Tsyals menari seemed to once more drift off to look into the dark Na’ring that glowed so brightly.

Every little movement of her tail Tsyal could hear the beads on her tail jingle, and every time she moved her head she could hear the beads at the end of each braided part touch together and she could feel her long thick braid that had the queue at the end move swiftly and smoothly across her smooth silk like skin. Tsyals name in Na’vi was Wing, her last name was warrior. Her fathers name was Txon Tsamsiyu, which in Na’vi meant night warrior because he enjoyed flying over the Na’ring landscape and enjoying the glowing beauty, but it was like Tsyals grandparents could see into the future and gifted Txon with that name. Tsyal’s parents knew she would become a warrior because of her determination, but it was common in her family to give your second name to your child, like a skyperson almost would with their last name or surname as they called it. However speaking of skypeople Tsyal wanted to investigate an avatar body, to see how identical they looked.

The avatars got closer and closer to the hometree, some families had felt threatened by this; however the tribe was respectful and would not go charging into battle not unless there was a strictly good reason to do so. There wasn’t one at the moment but Tsyal quickly brushed the thought off as she could hear the drums dim down and the voice become clear, but the voice was not one she knew. A female singer joined in with the male in a combination and light taps on the drum gave that rhythmical tune. Tsyal smiled turning her attention back to the other Na’vi and pricked her ears forward to hear the Na’vis words.

Character: Tsyal Tsamsiyu
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DS0WR-A_X2Y
Words: 944
Ooc: awe tis ok Moon Seeker urs is better then mine hehe after all I’m still getting use to Tsyal n if there was more Na’vi words I would have had her speak Na’vi lol soz bout that

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[Moon Seeker//]

The female Na'vi flattened her ears against her skull at Tsyal's words, but she flicked them to and fro quietly as she settled back on her haunches. Aylukana would have learned the language of the Tawtute, but however Mokri refused to speak their language, however well she understood it. She snapped her tail behind her back and glanced around the limpid-lighted clearing in the copse, the gnarled branches beneath her feet rubbing the skin of her palms.
"Oe rä'ä plltxe 'ìnglìsì tsmuke. Oe syaw Mokri Nìtsamsiyu, taronyu of Rokure. ’Awve ultxari ohengeyä, Nawma Sa’nok lrrtok siveiyi." She parted her supple lips in a warm smile and flicked her tail, raising herself to full height. The femme before her was much smaller; resembling the height she had been when she was but a whelpling. She did not question her, however. There was no set height for the Na'vi, and it was sometimes better to be smaller than large.

Mokri glanced around the clearing, her heart swelling in the beauty of the forest. Just that morning, her father had brought she and her sister out to drink in the cool rains that had pattered through the Rokure forests in the birthing hours of the day, and she had smacked the younger Na'vi on the back at least three times for being reckless. Alas, she loved the young female with all her heart, and she had kept a sisterly smile on the whole time as her sibling darted off yipping in joy.

She turned her attention back to the female, her smile gentle and inviting. "Lì’fya ngeyä sìltsan leiu nìtxan." she approved. The young female was in fact good in using the Tawtute language, however much Mokri did not enjoy it herself. She preferred her people's tongue, and her reason was simple. She did not want to seem as if she had 'adjusted' to the Tawtutes being on their land. If any more of the Na'vi gave them that impression, they and their dream walkers may stay.

Her father had been an Omaticaya. He knew of the humans and their 'demons', as he had called them, and of Jake Sully, the seventh Toruk Makto, and the destruction the Tawtute had brought. She had often tried to convince him to push this aside, for their clan wanted nothing to do with the Tawtute, but his boiling hatred for the Tawtute had driven him to hiss and snap at any Na'vi who used the language. She pitied her father, as his nightmares had never ceased, but she could only follow her beliefs and criticize his doings.

She breathed a sigh of limpid mist. The Tawtute should know by now that they were not welcome, and to go traipsing around in another territory was not smart. They believed that wherever they went there would be no challenge for them, but had they not learned from the Omaticaya and the death of Quartich that they were not, and would never truly be welcome? She did not understand the minds of the Sky people, and she did not want to enter one. However, their dream-walkers were the ones she wanted to have a look at. Did the Tawtute really believe that if you merely looked like the Na'vi they would accept you? In odd garbs and draped in odd weapons, they stuck out sorely in the beautiful forest, and she did not understand them.

Character Mokri Nìtsamsiyu
Word Count 567
Muse Jake's First Flight
OOC Awwww thanks. If you need a translation, just say 83

[Darkness]

The txon was mythical like, with the hum of the gentle wind produced by passing medusa’s or Eywa herself. Gently like careful finger tips, the breeze caressed my neck, my braided hair, softly…so very softly. My aub like ears flick back and forth as my tail swings around in a relaxed mood, allowing other Na’vi to see that I was happy and calm at the same time. Deep down, I wanted to know…what drove the skypeople. What was it they truly wanted? They…they appeared to roam the lands, investigate the wildlife and planet life. It confused me, and if I ever got the chance to meet one, I’d ask them why they came here, why they wanted to know so much about Pandora. Sometimes it aggravated me to know they walk along our paths, they are here again and the fear of war again makes many hide, however some fear, but with fear comes anger.

Some Na’vi do not wish to have any contact, others…they wish to go to all lengths to destroy the skypeople. In the top of the tree’s the Ikrans made their vocals loud and clear. It brought my attention that Zeza did not make her calling. She had a strange calling, unique some might say…other say it is horrible. Her vocals are a distinct sound when she screams out. She did not have the same as others. She had a higher and lower pitch you might say, like someone making her voice sound loud and then low and then loud, but in a matter of mili-seconds. It is a strange fact, for all Ikrans have a similar calling, and however the cause of Zeza’s problem is due to the fact that she damaged her vocals as a youngling. Unlike the other newborn Ikrans, Zeza could not fly. It was either try or starve to death. She had a weakness in her bones, and was a late maturing Ikran. She tried jumping off a cliff, in hope that the strong wind would allow her some sort of uplift and she would be able to fly.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go so well. She bumped a much older Ikran, an aggressive male who attacked her on her way down before she could spread her wings and take flight. Her vocals got damaged during the attack, but…she figured out how to fly and flew to safety. Having a smaller body, she moved within the forest floor and was able to survive. It took her months before she became an adult because she had somewhat perfected her flying abilities and her callings. It was when she saw me that she attacked aggressively, because she feared of being hurt again. However she came to realize the fact that I wasn’t there to hurt her, that I was a true warrior. Many had picked on me long ago when I first made the halo with Zeza because they didn’t think she was strong or powerful enough. To be honest, her fatal past made her stronger. However my aubs flicked and looked back to the other Na’vi. I gave a sigh. Not many Na’vi liked to talk English, but that was ok with me.

“Txoa tsmuke, Mokri. 'ìnglìsì kawng oe omum.” I resented talking english, that was true, but I cant really tell why I talked it…I guess it was a bad habit I had. At lest I kept tp my native language. Looking at Mokri she smiled. She knew why she didn’t speak english because she was a Rokure, and they didn’t like the dream-walkers that truly where skypeople. How the whole thing worked made me want to know…how they become what they can, first humans next dream walkers or omens. To protect the people always comes first, and I do so in honor, if I was to lay an arrow on their dream-walkers forehead, I’d do so, but not with pleasure. Killing wasn’t pleasant, nothing should end that way, to end all the humans that lived. Some times I think they deserve a second chance, but…sooner or later I guess they will destroy our land like they did so long ago to their dieing world that now is only dust and dirt.

A polluted planet. That’s what I was told. My attention turned back to Mokri again. ” Mokri…Tawtute za'u lok ne olo' kllpxìltu?” Asking in a soft tone I wanted to know if these dreamwalkers dared to do so upon the Rukure tribal lands. If so, they would be in big trouble. The whole thought put me off the subject, and…well I believe I forgot to mention I was a warrior and that this too was my first meeting with an outsider. However I believe it was important, because already dreamwalkers came into this place. They trembel over our sacred land, take what they want and have no repesct, or understanding of what that one tiny “specimen” -as they call it- means to our world, our environment.


Character: Tsyal
Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gc8_ebMmX0g&feature=related
Words: 830
Mood: Moderate, yet conserend about the dreamwalkers.
Ooc: o yeah could u put a translation down the bottem lol. I kinda figured out what Mokri said in her first speech but the second one I couldn’t

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[Moon Seeker//]

Mokri gave a dry laugh, the smile breaking her chapped lips into a friendly beam. She adjusted herself more comfortably and thought back to her own clan camp. She had slunk out just as her beloved sister had slipped from that evening's supper, and she had escaped the lecture of their clan leader by sliding out into the Na'ring before he noticed. She was a lithe young female, and had no trouble gliding right under the noses of her clan mates. She rocked gently to the songs of the Ikran, humming her own response. She could feel the lyrics of the weaving song hum around her head, twining with those of the Ikran. She had listened intently to the voices of her elders as they once sang the tune in perfect unison as they crafted beautiful threads of burgundy and rich earthen brown into the Ulivi mari'tsey mak'dini'to. 'Twas a beautiful loom that hung just aside from the crackling flames of the hearth which warmed her mother's People, although they had rummaged through countless articles of their Omaticaya brothers and sisters to create this loom. Her father told her that her mother would rock before the loom as she wove, singing in a voice that would seem to come from Mother Eywa herself. He told her that her mother had a beautiful voice, but it dwindled to that of their Ancestors, whose voices Mokri had never once heard in her lifetime, different from the times she had flown up to the Tree of Souls and listened to the lullaby of the Great Mother. She hummed the Weaving lyrics in her head, her mouth tasting the soft tang of sweet dew that she had drank moments before this. She breathed slowly, inhaling deeply, and opened her eyes, looking to the female beside her as she asked another question.

"Kehe, slä ayoe rä'ä omum txo ayfo lehrrap." she murmured, nibbling on her lower lip as she said this. The Tawtute were strange beings, and she wished several times that they would just leave the Na'vi to their peace. But no, they had to keep coming back. She had been tempted to kill their demons, but... bah, she could never. Killing for fun was cruel and sadistic. She as a taronyu should've known better. She closed her eyes and leaning her head back against the gnarled bark of the tree, her body still on full alert. She twitched her tail gently as she listened to the drone of the Na'ring, pursing her lips as a howl from the nantang burst out into the still air. She felt her stomach twang with hunger; she hadn't eaten before coming out. She cursed herself for being eight different breeds of skxawng and placed the supple palm of her hand on her paunch, hoping to cease the vibrations of annoyance.

x--{OoC
Words 473
Muse AVATAR OST
Notes Ehehehehehe sorry bout that <3
Translation
"No, but we do not know if they are dangerous."

[Darkness]

In the settle air, their hung the sounds of a brilliant tunes, with the different tones and actions followed. Like nothing Tsyal had heard in her lifetime, so far anyway. However there was much in her life she was yet to explore, and she feared that she would no longer have to support her mother for much longer. However her mother always told her to go on and become a warrior, to do her very best and perhaps someday become the finest warrior. For Tsyal knew that her mother will be re-united with her father within the following season’s to come, for her mother was becoming weak, but once death struck Tsyal knew her mother would be with Ewya, and that her mother shall always look upon her, as her father does.

Though in the Na’ring Tsyal heard no king of the jungle, no palulukan, though deep in the Txon Tsyal knew he would be. Waiting for its prety or perhapes even resting. Even though Tsyal wanted to know more about the palulukan, she did not track them down. Not every day atlest. Though she had seen them, once or twice during the week’s lately, perhapes the scent of the skypeople had made them unsettle, however even the greatest of all Na’vi fear the palulukan. For they are savage, fast moving and fully armored and hard to peirce an arrow’s tip through such armor like body. That is unless the palulukan rear’s up and you get a good shot at its underbelly. Though such things don’t come offten, Though when Mokri spoke her words, they where spoken in a honest and humble tone as she hummbed to the tune of the beast’s above and bellow, and those that seround them. Tsyal gave a soft smile and her aubs flicked forward.

“ Nari si, Tawtute munge ftu Na’vi, sì Tawtute skxawng’s. Fo za'u sì ska'a. Slä oe tslam ke'u of Tawtute’s teya ral” Saying in her soft tone her aubs flicked to the rumble of Mokri’s gut sake as she placed her hand onto her belly to try and hush the sound, Tsyal gave a gentle smile and stood up and began to walk towards what seemed like a small tree like bush. It seemed like she was putting her hand into the bush and playing around allowing the gentle leaves of the fauna to touch her smooth blue marked hands. However she gave a tug and pulled out Utral utu mauti. She smiled and then pulled another one out. The Utral utu mauti was one of Tsyal’s favorite treats, and she knew that two make a hungry tumy somewhat satisfied. Tsyal then walked back over to Mokri and smiled and handed her the two delicate fruties which she gently held in her palm of her hands.

Like always Tsyal was always putting the benifets of others before her, for unknown reason’s. Perhapes it is because she is use to the harshness of having to do most work for her mother, to allow herself to fit in training and a time to spend alone or with others. Tsyal had nothing against the tawtute, not yet anyway, apart from the fact that they had been taking what they wanted with out even asking for permition or even thinking to ask the Na’vi about the types of planets. Perhapes they know better not to test the bounderies of a sacred land, after the war…little can be said.


Translate: Watch out, Skypeople take from Na’vi, and Skypeople morons. They come and destroy. But I understand nothing of skypeoples real meaning.

Ooc: haha I got the translation up
N sorry that my post is short.

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