"I'll ruin you." He stepped closer, letting the blade press deeper. "Then ruin me."

Fourteen years after the sky burned and the Trr'ong were erased, Pandora still remembers the sound of wings and warriors in the sky. Tsa'kori survived the fall of her clan by fleeing to the Western Frontier, carrying nothing but her faith in Eywa and the ghost of who she was meant to become. In the long quiet that followed, she learned to heal, to wait - to believe that survival could be enough. But when the humans return, the forest begins to choke once more, and restraint is no longer an option. A new name spreads through RDA ranks like a prayer turned curse: the Breath-Stealer. Far from her, another legend is already walking a bloodied path. So'lek, the Dog Tag Warrior, hunts the humans who returned to Pandora, taking their trophies in memory of a mentor lost and a promise broken at Ayram Alusìng. Where Tsa'kori strikes from the sky, he stalks from the ground - driven by grief, sharpened by rage, and unwilling to let the past remain buried. Two survivors. Two myths born of the same war. And when their paths finally cross, Pandora will decide whether justice is found in vengeance - or in what remains after it. One steals breath. One steals names. Pandora remembers both. ~ Disclaimer, i own nothing but Tsa'kori and any character that does not fit into the avatar universe already. Will be a slow burn! (I think)

After the war that tore Pandora apart, Amea survives by keeping her world quiet and untouched by violence. So'lek survives by doing the opposite. When an injured warrior wearing human metal stumbles into her forest, mistrust comes first, mercy second, and distance proves impossible to keep. As danger closes in and old wounds refuse to stay buried, Amea and So'lek are forced into each other's orbit, where her warmth begins to soften the rage he's lived inside, and the man shaped by vengeance starts to find his way back to Eywa. #1 in neytiri 1/14/26

They tried to erase her. Tamtey was a child when the Sky People burned her clan. She was a prisoner when they took her sister. She was forgotten when they sealed her away, frozen in a world that moved on without her. She wakes to a Pandora that no longer remembers her name. The forest is wounded. The clans are bleeding. The Resistance is rising. And the girl who once survived is no longer just a girl. She is a weapon they never meant to create. A mind too sharp. A fire too deep. A past soaked in blood and silence. SO'LEK X TAMTEY

A stolen voice. A guarded warrior. A world to reclaim. When Seya'ri awakens from cryosleep, she remembers nothing but her name - and the echo of a sister lost to fire. Raised in captivity by the RDA and preserved by the one human who dared to love her like a daughter, Seya'ri escapes into a world she was stolen from - a body she doesn't recognize, a forest that does. Guided through the chaos by a silent warrior named So'lek - the last of a forgotten clan - she begins to reclaim her place among the People. But Eywa does not restore without cost.

"Words, Ka'riya," he said quietly. "I need words." My throat worked before sound followed. Heat crept up my neck, settling in my cheeks, and I looked away despite myself. "Yes," I said. "I am sure."

In the wake of fire and ash, Tamtey returns changed, alive, but carrying wounds no flame can show. So'lek, bound by silence and guilt, stands watch over her healing, loving her in the spaces where words fail. As the forest regrows and scars remain, their bond is tested not by battle, but by the quiet courage it takes to stay. Moments full of restraint and yearning, where love is not declared, it is endured.

For a long moment, he didn't respond. The glow of the valley reflected in his eyes, giving them a molten intensity I couldn't read. Then he leaned slightly closer, just enough that his breath brushed my cheek. "You... are testing me," he said, voice low, a growl threading his words. "And I... I cannot let you go. Not now." The words, the proximity, the weight of him against the glow of the valley... it made my heart hammer and my chest ache all at once. I could feel the restraint still there, barely holding back, but the tension was palpable. "Good," I whispered, voice husky, trying to keep my own control. "Because I'm not going to make it easy for you either."

𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙕𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙠𝙖 - 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙊𝙡𝙤'𝙚𝙮𝙠𝙩𝙖𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙤'𝙡𝙚𝙠 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚. Cover art by yararts on Tumblr. I only own my OC, OC clan, and their storyline.