𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮, 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰’𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩
𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙩𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨!!
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The clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi. But you paid little mind to the various different words now associated with your name. You were to be mated with the future chieftain and love of your life, Neteyam.
Life had been easy with the eldest of four. His family had accepted you with open arms back before you had even fallen for him. So when you insisted on attending war parties, they were eager to have you by their sides on the battlefield.
Battles usually went one of two ways - clean and easy with little to no casualties or high risk and unforeseen consequences. It seemed this one was the latter as the party had been backed into a corner without your ikrans to provide aerial support.
At this point, there was a handful of options and the clan wasn’t too keen on falling on a consensus.
“We charge!” A younger Na’vi bellowed, bow bouncing in the air. Other voices agreeing whilst others booed.
“Splitting for the ikrans is the best idea, Jakesully.” An older Na’vi, who seemed to already have healed scars coloring his blue body, spoke calmly with the ease of a determined warrior.
“Let me think for second!” Jake exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed with the weight of the clans men’s lives on his back.
“Ma Jake, you will get us through this.” In came Neytiri, comforting the agitated male.
With the distant sounds of gunfire slowly dissipating, it gave the party space to think and contemplate your current predicament. You grew inpatient, sitting in one place knowing the enemy was just a few hundred feet away waiting, making eye contact with Neteyam who stood with his father.
Sitting on the large rock you watched as groups of men continued to converse different ways for this situation to go. As you began tapping your leg in preparation, little did they know you were cooking up your own plan.
Making eye contact with your mate for one last time - who currently eyed you with that same look he usually gives you before a brief scolding - you stood slowly backing into the forage behind you.
You ran towards where the previous gunfire only stopping when you knew you were close. You looked up at the trees to determine which one would give you the best vantage point before preparing to climb it. Sliding your bow over you chest, you steadied yourself into the ground below.
“Y/n!” A familiar voice echoed out.
Ears piqued, your eyebrows furrowed. “Nete?”
An out of breath Neteyam ran towards you, stopping in front of you to catch his breath. “I,,,” he muttered. “Trying to run out of here already?” He asked, eyes landing on yours.
“Listen.” You already knew where this was going.
“I do not wish to hear it. My father told me to fetch you. You’re coming with me.” He went to grab your arm but you pulled back, leaving him surprised as this was the part where you would usually gave in.
“No, I am staying here and you are leaving.” You whisper-yelled at the 8 foot tall male. “ I have something to do and it is important.”
“Important? You think I do not understand-“ He rolled his eyes, “I do not like seeing you act the way you do but I love you despite it. But now, I cannot sit and watch you commit such dangerous acts.”
“No, you don’t. If you understood how I felt at all about situations like this then you’d let me go.” You cut him off.
“And what about my feelings? Do they not matter?” He insisted.
“They do-“
“Then do not risk your life, yawne. For me, come back with me and let my father figure it out. “ He whispered with urgency sensing exactly how this would end.
Seconds would pass in silence as birds cawed above. You stood looking at the ground in contemplation. You took a deep breath before speaking again.
“I am sorry. This is far too important for the sake of the clan and I must do what I have to.” You felt Neteyam’s chest fall with every word that escaped your mouth.
“Y/n, please do not do this.” But you had made up your mind.
“Hayalovay, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” You reach upwards, exchanging a deep kiss with your mate. He neglected to open his eyes and you departed. Perhaps to not see what would happen next as you ran ahead, leaving him alone once again.
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(meant to be a blurb but guess who got carried away)