The Will of Two Worlds (Avatar Female OC)

18. Return to Hell's Gate

I grimaced and shifted uncomfortably as air brush more skin than I have ever exposed. I felt weird, dressed like this. I wish my clothing was salvageable... but it isn't. I awkwardly adjusted the loincloth, loosening the uncomfortable feel of leather around my tail that felt constricting, and weird because that leather around my tail is all that holds up the underneath part of the loincloth. The bands of braided leather cross over each other around my waist are fine, I could almost imagine it's the band of a pair of crops or pants, if I could feel the brush of the hanging piece of thick rough brown cloth in the front that reaches halfway to my knees, the braided leather edges of the cloth is definitely something I can't ignore.

I guess I am lucky the upper piece given to me by Mo'at is more covering than I have seen on the females below. I am unlucky enough to have a particular upper body trait be transferrer to my Avatar, and the clothing the female's below wear over their upper body would not be enough for me. Still, I shredded my own shirt like the old style breast bands, knowing I would need it. I tied on the piece of leather that thankfully is pretty secure with to thick bands over my shoulders to hold it up, one under my arms that wraps around my back to the two straps, a second thinner braided piece of leather from the bottom of the tank top style leather covering. It connects at the bottom of the leather covering and wraps around my back as well to hold the lower half of the leather in place.

I looked down as I made sure all the knots are tightly tied. I am happy that is tank top style of leather isn't bland and got nothing on it, the edges are all braided, and the upper half has a kind of pretty style of intercrossing pieces of braided leather. I am thankful I was able to save my underwear, sort of, but I had to cut it so it wouldn't be noticeable in this loincloth. Still, the idea of not having underwear is far too awkward for me to bear, so I still do... somewhat.

I hugged my arms to myself uncomfortably, Mo'at having left me be for the moment to go and collect something, I'm guessing food considering the late hour. The air brushed so much exposed skin, making me terribly uncomfortable, I felt... naked. I did not like feeling this way. On Earth a lot of females dress up in as little of clothing as I am now wearing. In fact, wearing such little clothing is completely acceptable, but I was never okay with it.

When Mo'at handed me a pile of leather and cloth that I could crumple up in one hand... I knew I was in for an awkward situation. Thankfully I hid the fact that I tore up my old clothing quite well, you probably can't even tell it's there. Still, this is awkward. The little alcove off the interior of the tree did little to make me feel like I have privacy. Mo'at rolled her eyes when I asked if there is somewhere private to change.

Apparently privacy or self consciousness isn't a thing among the Na'vi. I get the feeling I am going to be highly embarrassed many times... but as long as I think of the fact that this isn't my real body, then I am fine. The lesser amount of clothing only accentuates just how much of a thin toothpick I am. With no baggy clothing to hide that fact, it really does show. I shuddered at imagining my actual body and it's even skinnier form being forced to wear what my Avatar is wearing right now.

I took the time while Mo'at is gone to rebraid my hair into four separate braids with two above my ears and two below that twine around my queue braid and are tied to it with a shredded bit of my crops, which is made of brown cloth anyways. I clipped my feather into the braids and kept the cloth band of TULTE colors and it's symbol around my arm. I am glad to still carry the sunshine yellow and grass green cloth around my arm, a connection to home with it's hand stitched gold thread eagle along with the Steller's Sea Eagle feather laying against my cheek.

I stepped out of the alcove, reaching across my body with my right arm to grip the elbow of my left uncomfortably as I waited for Mo'at, seeing some Na'vi pass as I tried my best to be unnoticeable, but several did look at me because this hair cannot be hidden around here. Thankfully though, there are not many Na'vi with the late hour. And, before I knew it, Mo'at returned. I glanced up from rubbing my arm nervously when I saw movement out of the edge of my eye to see Mo'at approaching, a fruit of some strange kind in each hand as she looked me over, frowning and seeming a touch annoyed, did she see the clothing I salvaged? I thought I hid it quite well.