The thin ends of flowers, plants and leaves on winding trees swayed and rustled, even in the still air.

Saturn stood overhead in the darkening sky, taking over the almost still stars and faint shapes of planets and jagged peaks of floating land.

Johnn slowly stepped around the plants, tail brushing against the glowing veins of the leaves and flowers, ears perched and listening for any noise, soft squeaks of a family of prolemuris, trying to hide and sleep.

Johnn finally found his way out of the treeline, pupils shrinking as he stared around, no longer in the danger of winding trees and tripping hazards.

But in a far more dangerous situation.

Johnn stared at the Na'vi-like figure laying on the ground, he tilted his head, maybe they were part of their clan? He knew not to trust, gripping his knife he inched closer.

The figure twitched their fingers, ears responsive, 5 fingers on both hands, not a Na'vi. But a demons mind hidden within the body of one, artificial and built in a lab.

The humans had taken their own, theived them of their own body and buried it away for who knows what.

"Lumpe lu nga fìtseng.." Johnn mumbled to himself, inching closer, his calloused feet gripped the grass and twig beneath him, keeping him steady.

Johnn knelt down, his 4 digit hand reaching to cup the false-Na'vis cheek, running his thumb over the white dots which glowed with life, mimicking his own in a sick copy, he turned his gaze to the figures ears, twitching and moving to detect their surroundings.

If Johnn hadn't seen the extra fingers and toes he would've believed this to be a stranded Na'vi, their nose twitched.

Johnn jumped back and held his knife tight as the demon stirred and began to sit up.

"ì'awn nekll!" Johnn spoke harshly.