Thread: A Dire Time of Need [Temp & Rave]

Species Ukta Region Northern Mountains Wingspan 18.5 meters Name Tsam'tirea Ts-ah-mm 'tee-reh-ahh Name Meaning War Spirit Nickname Tsire Ts-ee-reh I spent less than a handful of seconds on the ground after I jumped from the branch - in hopes of defeating the snakes that invaded my land. But I didn't reach those snakes. Something reached me reached FOR me, and grabbed me by the arm. Like a Prolemuris swinging for a sweet fruit - I was up and off the floor within seconds, and into the arms of the Na'vi on his bonded stallion. My eyes instantly widened as the mystery man called forth for his direhorse to ride. No-no-no-no-no! I jittered under my breath before I lost it as the animal jet forward. I squealed at the galloping speed, clutching the arms of my kidnapper with a look of a terrified child. As the direhorse came to a halt, I threw myself off. My body flopped over like a child being flung off of he or she's first banshee. Dismounting the animal, I nearly fell right over. My knees wobbled, but my pride forced me to straighten my posture and hold myself as straight as possible. Though, my shaky self came a far cry from looking graceful. It was only obvious by the way I grasped for the sturdiness of a nearby tree to keep myself from falling over - either I was deathly afraid of humans which was unlikely granted I had worked so hard to distract and stun them OR... I was afraid of riding direhorses. It only took me several moments to regain my fearless posture and return to normal. I took a deep breath and gave the Na'vi the deepest death stare. My eyes bounced looking at the Na'vis large figure up and down. Though, this wasn't a flattering version of checking someone out. This was the who in the darkest part of Pandora do you think you are? kind of despising eye glare. I was not amused, but that dismay turned to an expression of weirded-out confusion as he swooned at my sight and referred to me as the great Mother. Uh... I hesitated, my eyebrow raising as I peered at him like he was a neurotic skxawng moron. No...? I hesitated to even reject his deranged notions - unaware of who he was or what he was capable of. I had seen the Na'vi before, and only met a handful of them when I was really young - but never spoken to one. I am... Woritani Woritani is the largest and most well-known Ku'ra clan. And you are way out of my league. I gave a bit of a charming grin before leaping for a tree branch. Within seconds I had already sprouted from 10 feet to 30 feet off the ground. High in the trees, I called to him in a condescending tone. Leave, trespasser. I was trying to save the Pa'li direhorse, not you ... I stood at 8 feet 2 inches, my poise strong as I leaned on leg up against a branch among the tree. Cupping my hand over my mouth, I released a cawing call which echoed lightly throughout the forest. There was only a moment of silence before the sound of an animal returned my call. I continued to coo with the animal back and forth - we were talking to one another - though the animal could not be seen - only its voice heard in the distance. Grinning, I took a deep breath and released not an animal-like caw, but a chant - a call made up of a string of beautiful vocals. My voice resonated in an echo throughout the woods for a couple seconds before it quieted. Several seconds later, the bright sun that beamed through the breaks in the trees darkened as the wings of a large animal engulfed the perimeter. Something was coming. Something big. There was a piercing screech that came from the animal before it's massive claws plunged into the soil feet from the Na'vi and his horse. Lightly swaying it's wings - but keeping them out and open - it turned it's screech to a soft, rolling coo like that of a human pigeon. It's eyes instantly turned to the Na'vi, twitching it's head as if it debated whether to attack, or to ignore the creatures before him. Just as it moved to take a step forward - still with it's wings open tightly - I dropped from the branches to land slickly on my feet and hands. With my back to the Na'vi, my tail swayed lightly as I looked into the bright olive-colored eyes of the northern flying creature before me, known as an Ukta. Steady, Tsire... I held my hands up and moved from my crouching position to that of a standing one. He was in a pre-attacking position. One that was territorial and potentially dangerous. Despite my efforts to calm him, the Ukta could only stay focused on one thing - and that was the Na'vi - who by the look in his eyes, he saw as a threat. The Ukta started to make a sharp clicking noise. Tsire... I repeated, Steady, my Tsire... My voice was soft, one that was comforting and smooth. Despite this, I slowly poked my head over my shoulder to look at the Na'vi behind me. Don't move, or he'll spring. He sees you, Rider . I was almost at a whisper - one that could nearly hypnotize in it's carol. I moved my head to face the Ukta, but I continued to speak towards the male Na'vi. He sees you are strong, and he wants to be stronger. I brought my hands to the creature's beak, despite it refusing to remove its eyes from the Na'vi. As I pet the bird's beak, I returned a delicate cooing-purr before rubbing my forehead against the side of his face as I pulled for my Tsaheylu and made the bond. The Ukta finally drew back - retracting it's massive wings to a folded position and shifting his focus to me to return the affection.