TheMaskedGachaDemon
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*à©â©â§âËâͰ.ðªŒâ°ð«§.
"ÊáŽáŽ É¢áŽáŽáŽÉªÉŽÉ¢ ɪsáŽáŽáŽÉªáŽ
? ÉŽáŽ, áŽÊᎠáŽáŽÊáŽÊs É¢áŽáŽáŽÉªÉŽÉ¢ ɪsáŽáŽáŽÉªáŽ
áŽáŽ ÊáŽáŽÊ áŽÉŽÉªáŽ áŽÊsáŽ"
Pandora has always been a strange and fascinating world to those new to it, the dangers it could bring alongside the beauty it held as well.
Not for you, of course. This was your home.
Always wandering through the forest in solitude, away from other tribes even during the time of the war, you remain away, tending to those who may fall your way, friend or foe, it doesn't matter to you, as long as they leave you alone after.
So it was certainly a surprise when Eywa sent strange sky people your way, all too alike to the ones invading your home yet equally different in how they looked.
You'll get them back on their feet before tossing them back to their kind later, they won't survive out here like this.
*à©â©â§âËâͰ.ðªŒâ°ð«§.
ÒáŽÉŽÒɪáŽáŽÉªáŽÉŽ áŽáŽáŽ
áŽáŽáŽs; ÊáŽÉŽáŽ
áŽáŽ, áŽÊɪs ɪs ÒáŽÊ sÊɪáŽs áŽÉŽáŽ
ɢɪɢɢÊáŽs ÊᎠÊáŽáŽÊ. áŽ
áŽÉŽ'ᎠáŽxáŽáŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽáŽÊ
"ɪ áŽ
ᎠɎáŽáŽ sáŽáŽáŽáŽÊᎠáŽÊᎠÒáŽÊsáŽáŽáŽÉŽ áŽ
áŽáŽ s áŽÊ É¢áŽáŽáŽ áŽÉŽÊáŽáŽÊáŽ, ɪ áŽÉŽÊÊ áŽ¡ÊɪáŽáŽ ÒáŽÊ ɪᎠáŽs ɪ'ᎠáŽáŽáŽáŽáŽÊáŽáŽ
áŽáŽ áŽÊᎠáŽÊáŽÊáŽáŽáŽáŽÊs áŽÉŽáŽ
ÒáŽÉŽÒɪᎠáŽáŽáŽáŽáŽÉŽÉªáŽÊ sɪáŽ
ᎠáŽÒ ɪáŽ"