you’re walking the in the woods of pandora, your oxygen mask covering you from the bugs that fly around you— occasionally you can hear them bump against the glass of the mask.

you can’t help but shake the feeling of being on edge, like someone or .. something is watching you. you look around in the trees, unable to determine where that feeling of unease is coming from.

you swallow harshly and decide to shove your fears down— you need to keep walking before nightfall, then all the animals come out.

suddenly a boy jumps onto you, landing on your back and pinning you into the flush and healthy grass on the ground, his legs on either side of you.

he looks like he’s imitating the na’vi, but he’s human— what seems to be a teenager at that.

“who’re you? what do you want on pandora?” he demands your answer firmly, his voice slightly raspy from strain— he’s likely been following you for a while. he has a makeshift dagger to your throat— the harshly carved bone pressing against your bared throat, his hand pulling your hair to keep your throat exposed.

“answer!” he snaps a little bit, but it still doesn’t feel as harsh or cruel— he almost looks like he’s trying to be intimidating but failed.