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

A Dire Time of Need Avatar-based Roleplay Name Z'tari Pronounced Zih-TAH-ree Status Dishonored Princess Species Ku'ra Height 8 foot 2 inches Age 26 years old Region Norther mountainsforests Clan Woritani largest Ku'ra clan Tsaheylu -Bonded Animal An Ukta native to the Northern forests As a child, I never would have imagined what could have become of my family now. I was a princess. I grew up dreaming of the day I could finally have my saw around the council table - to give my two cents and to have an active part of leading my community and my people. But looking at my reflection in the water, now, I am nothing like the person I thought I would become. I resented my family, and I resented the council even more. To add to my dismay, I even detested my people - what they had become. Bitter, cold, and unforgiving. I spent one day in council, and it was already apparent that all they could focus on was keeping the Ku'ra and the Na'vi separate - and what kind of punishments they would enforce to all trespassers. It was a kind of outdated mentality that need to be left in the past - so that at a dire time of time, like that of the human war, our species could merge together. It was the only hope we had left if we wanted to save our lands, and rid humans from our planet. But instead, all my kingdom could focus on was past, and not the present - and even less the future. I had spent most of my childhood roaming off and getting into trouble anyways, so once I entered my adult years and slipped further and further from my family, I resorted to the same old ways. I didn't like my people, and for the most part, they didn't like me. I was known as the disgraced fall from the throne, but none of that seemed to bother me. It didn't bother my mother, either, but my father - that was a different story. Having failed to marry me off 5 times, he finally gave up and now, tried to pretend like I didn't exist - even though I still lived in my family's palace. Today was no different. After hearing an argument between my mother and my father over my troublesome ways, my siblings scoffed at my presence so I took it as an invitation to leave. And thus, I went to the only place I knew I belonged. Among the forest mountains I called home. Among the nature, the animals, and all things that couldn't insult me, talk back to me, or tell me what to do. That is where I liked to be. Completely frustrated with my siblings, I had mistakenly roamed a little too far. Since the forest soothed me, I became too fixated on getting as far away as possible, that I found myself in a part of the land I didn't recognize. I wasn't lost, at least, I didn't admit that. I was just... momentarily delayed. But then I smelt it. I smelled that unmistakable scent. The scent of a human. A normal Ku'ra would run. They would follow the nearest path away from the fiends - but not me. I was cursed by curiosity and it always lead me to danger. Following the smell, it became obvious I was nearing a camp - some sort of establishment where there were lots of them. A normal Ku'ra wouldn't know what that smelt like, but because I had already ventured through many of them, I was accustomed to the odor. Soon I could hear them, but I knew they couldn't hear me. Being a smaller Northern species, I was a professional at climbing without making a single peep. I was a creeper. Someone who enjoyed to spy on people without them knowing. But this time, I couldn't just watch at a high distance, hiding in the trees - a Direhorse was in need. The animal was in a trap - one set by the humans. As I descended from the branches, I decided to set a distraction. Taking full advantage of my swift movement and vocal talents, I trashed through the trees making various menacing animal noises. All that could be heard was the sound of quick shuffling and ruffled imminent growls. Hold your fire! A soldier commanding. Although there were four of them standing around the trapped Direhorse, they were not firing. Not yet. They held their ground, pointing the gun towards a Na'vi - who, to them, was pretty much defenseless since he was only armed with tribal gear. They all looked above them to the leaves that came falling to the ground. Something was up there in the trees. It was moving furiously and it was moving loud. All they could do was wait and listen. Suddenly the trees grew silent. In native Na'vi tongue, I shouted, SHUT YOUR EYES! Right after, I threw a stun grenade to the ground, and within less than a half a second it went off - sending out a huge blast of light and a high pitched noise. The soldiers fell to the ground, their eyes, ears, and mind disoriented from the flash. Because the Ku'ra and the Na'vi were a larger and physically stronger species, the noise wasn't all that disorienting. It was uncomfortable, but not disabling. Now was the time to strike. I threw myself from the trees and landed on the branch that hosted the tree spring noose trap which held the Direhorse. In one quick swipe of a dagger, the rope breaks and the trap falls apart - releasing the animal.