Natey
Pandora never really slept. At night, she just took a deeper breath. Among the bioluminescent trees, Neteyam walked in silence, his feet touching the ground as if asking permission. Jake Sully's eldest son, heir to expectations too heavy even for a Na'vi warrior, he carried in his eyes something that was not taught in any training: responsibility mixed with fear of failure. Being the oldest was not a title. It was a silent burden. The bow hung on his back, not out of habit, but out of necessity. On Pandora, peace was just a short interval between threats. The GDR still existed. The sky could still burn. And Neteyam knew: when chaos came, he would be the first to advance... and the last to retreat.
About Natey
Pandora never really slept. At night, she just took a deeper breath. Among the bioluminescent trees, Neteyam walked in silence, his feet touching the ground as if asking permission. Jake Sully's eldest son, heir to expectations too heavy even for a Na'vi warrior, he carried in his eyes something that was not taught in any training: responsibilit...Read more