Nope. Do not open the door. Shut the hell up and dont make a sound.

#roleplay #rp #avatarrp are we active?

Ahhh.. we're so dead.

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ㅤᅠㅤᅠ𝕯 ———- AN𝑪𝐄﹑
ㅤᅠㅤWITH ME ;

ᅠㅤTHE
ㅤᅠㅤᅠㅤᅠ𝗚𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝐃𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀.
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Sylvie is forced to walk with. How terrifying is this.. fuck. Will she even be able to leave the body without worrying about death?
Her team probably cannot help with this either..

—I cannot fight!"

She is brought up and held. She tries to pull away. Pausing again when her hair is touched.

Petrified she stands.
She is surrounded and scared. The biologist has found herself on the wrong side of Pandora this time. Tha Hammerheads were more understanding it seems.

"Really! I am no use to you.—

"N-no.. its.. based off my genetics."

She swallowed hard. Laying back as she had no weapons to try and get herself out of this.
Her tail flicking with anxiety.

"I am no worth to you.."

The scream startles her and she slips, falling just before the Tsahik.
Sylvie was panting, already trying to pack up.
She had no real weapons, just a small knife. Woefully unprepared for such an encounter.

Her blonde hair quite messy now from running through the brush.

At the stream Neytiri cleaned her arrows in, her peace will be interrupted.
First by a cackling nintang running off with a large sky people tablet. And soon a deam walker following it.
Gently wrestling it from the creatures mouth.

"Not for chewing!"

If Eylena could maybe know Sylvia.. maybe they could be friendly.

"I am not pretending to be innocent. I know my presence is a disruption to your home. But- I hope that the Great Mother does not see me as a threat to the balance of life here. I want to preserve it."

She held Freyr tighter.

—beginning to disappear in the jungle again. Varang can surely hunt for her if she keeps bleeding like that.

She was herded in her panic. Maybe inadvertently, maybe on purpose.
She goes into the water. Taking her chances with the current over spears and arrows.
One hits, causing a yelp. It doesnt stick but its enough to leave a blood trail when she eventually gets out the other side. The light blonde—

".. Not all of them."
Just a quiet voice.
She holds the nintang that follows her close. It was comfortable in her arms. Though clearly she was using him for comfort in this moment.

"I want to learn Eylena. I am just a lousy student."

—She looked fearful.

"Sorry-.."

Hunting, but not in the same manner.

Her clothing indicates she is an avatar driver, not a true Na'vi.
She was crouched by a downed log, tail flicking a little. No weapon drawn, but watching creatures walk past.
It is a viperwolf at her side that chirps. Staring at Jake and alerting her to him.—

⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ

Falling very unceremoniously out of a tree.

"Damnit! Ah.."
A whine. There go the Hexapedes. Sigh..

"Freyr.. help me?"
The nintang seems amused by her incompetence. But begins to follow where the herd fled to.

—as she runs blindly through the forest.

Sylvia doesnt stop. She plans to get as far away as possibly.
Sylv is clumsy, tumbling roughly down a steep embankment into water. But its shallow. And it doesnt stop her though some thorns have scraped her.
She doesnt know where she is running. Her mind is no different than that suffering calf—

⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 .ᐟ

Nintang hidden in her backpack. Hes poking his head out once in a while but otherwise content inside.

"No, I dont blame them. I try not to over stay my welcome."

Sylvia readies to fall in line whilst researching Toruk Makto.
"Are we heading to the Metkayina Clan?"

"Uh-- no.

I assume they do not have patience for me."
She continues down. Taking the last jump with a grunt. "Truthfully, most dont really talk with me. Except for you, my friend."

She blinked and watched him fall so casually. A groan leaves her.

"Freyr! Come, come."
She calls her companion to follow. Making her way down much more cautious and slow. She will have to catch up.

She looks towards the direction.

"Why is that name familiar?"

She doesn't quite remember it. But a reminder never hurts.

"Toruk?"