Purpose || Lo'ak sully

zal'kanti was born from the embers of greed, raised as a flame meant to spread. Calm wasn't a feeling she has ever felt in fact being calm was a privilege more seen as weakness, they were meant to cause chaos, the great mother hadn't blessed them with calmness she reeked havoc over their home instead so they promised to spread it until they couldn't. Zal'kanti knew she was raised for purpose she just didn't understand her purpose not when the person who raised her was too obsessed with the power fire gifted her, not when every Navi in her clan steered from her in fear of their tsahik, espically when she was cursed with being stuck with an overly annoying boy who she only saw as a demon.

Loak was born from love, love so strong wars were fought to protect everything his clan loved and nutured. Loak wasn't raised in a traditional Navi sense, he had and will always have human ways in him. He was different physically, mentally, even spiritually. Loak never understood if he even had purpose, he knew his brother had purpose, neteyam a warrior at heart; Loak understood that wasn't who he was, he tried his hardest to fight like a warrior but his heart knew it wasn't his purpose. A great heart was a flaw he suffered, espically when he spares the life of a girl who held a great deal of contempt for him.