Post by Orca on Sept 24, 2011 11:24:34 GMT -5
((This Avatar RP takes place after the events of the film. An overall knowledge of Pandora is recommended. Please refer all OOC questions or comments to the thread under Brainstorming.))
Disharmony was no alien concept to the na'vi. Unified though they had been, with the Sky People now largely banished from their world, the clans had been quick to disperse and resume their respective lifestyles. Cultural variations could only merge for so long before generating friction. Following Toruk Makto had given them a common purpose, for a time, and for a price.
Ney'ite, a freshly ordained huntress, understood that much of clan politics. Beyond that, she only tried to mitigate how much grief her immediate family and tribe suffered. For the various lineages that composed the Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, the victory had come with mixed results. Some had emerged relatively unscathed from the conflict. Others had been all but decimated. The result, in the end, had made those sacrifices worthy to be made. The young na'vi merely wondered sometimes if the means, for those already few in number, had been too much.
Her own ikran, a stubborn, fiesty male called Zize', did not harbor such thoughts. For a being guided largely by instinct, it simply was not in his design to muse and dwell on past events. His concerns typically did not extend beyond day-to-day needs. And he had utterly no qualms of letting his rider know what these demands were.
For this venture, Ney'ite had relinquished control, allowing Zize' to ply his own, zigzagging course toward the nearby forest. It was a route they had traced several times already, being the shortest distance between the Txan Hufwe village and their established hunting grounds. The weather was proving cooperative, with a brisk tailwind to drive them across the plains. The rustic-colored ikran was virtually trembling with excitement, veering sideways from one current to the next, clearly exhilirated to be experiencing unguided flight.
Still, even with the Sky People gone, it was no reason to lower one's guard while airborne. Pandora had fallen back to her old rythyms, as the na'vi clans had. Territorial boundries that were once concretely established had all but disappeared, as the ragtag elements of their people sought new homes. The Omaticaya, in particular, were now without their Hometree. The Tree of Souls could only serve as their home for so long. They would be looking to secure new land.
Disharmony was no alien concept to the na'vi. Unified though they had been, with the Sky People now largely banished from their world, the clans had been quick to disperse and resume their respective lifestyles. Cultural variations could only merge for so long before generating friction. Following Toruk Makto had given them a common purpose, for a time, and for a price.
Ney'ite, a freshly ordained huntress, understood that much of clan politics. Beyond that, she only tried to mitigate how much grief her immediate family and tribe suffered. For the various lineages that composed the Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, the victory had come with mixed results. Some had emerged relatively unscathed from the conflict. Others had been all but decimated. The result, in the end, had made those sacrifices worthy to be made. The young na'vi merely wondered sometimes if the means, for those already few in number, had been too much.
Her own ikran, a stubborn, fiesty male called Zize', did not harbor such thoughts. For a being guided largely by instinct, it simply was not in his design to muse and dwell on past events. His concerns typically did not extend beyond day-to-day needs. And he had utterly no qualms of letting his rider know what these demands were.
For this venture, Ney'ite had relinquished control, allowing Zize' to ply his own, zigzagging course toward the nearby forest. It was a route they had traced several times already, being the shortest distance between the Txan Hufwe village and their established hunting grounds. The weather was proving cooperative, with a brisk tailwind to drive them across the plains. The rustic-colored ikran was virtually trembling with excitement, veering sideways from one current to the next, clearly exhilirated to be experiencing unguided flight.
Still, even with the Sky People gone, it was no reason to lower one's guard while airborne. Pandora had fallen back to her old rythyms, as the na'vi clans had. Territorial boundries that were once concretely established had all but disappeared, as the ragtag elements of their people sought new homes. The Omaticaya, in particular, were now without their Hometree. The Tree of Souls could only serve as their home for so long. They would be looking to secure new land.
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