✬~Hayriu~✬

~My name is Hayrìu.~ ~I am an Ikran. ~My preferred pronouns are It/They. ~More specifically I am a Mountain Ikran/Banshee. -I do not speak your tongue well. But I will try my best.-

~I looked something similar to this design:

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I crave the connection to "my" Na'vi, I crave the sense of calm control it would give me. I crave the cries of the tribe as they would soar upon our backs. All the yelping and hollering felt so.. natural, so.. normal.

I wish for my ability to perch vertically upon the cliff sides, letting go of my talons grip and soaring down like a bullet. Just to open my wings and catch the wind then shoot upwards once more.

I miss it all. The wars raged upon us, the fun that the young Na'vi would have with us, the use of paint as decoration for us, the snug fitting of the saddle upon my back.

And most of all. I miss the bioluminescence of the life around us. It was so beautiful. The waves would glow under moonlight, our bioluminescent markings would light up under the blanket of stars, every one of us had a distinct patterning and coloration. The glowing of the plants as they drifted in the cool breeze.

It's sad honestly, there's so little someone can do for dysphoria. I have music on and different colors of blue lighting in a dark room. But nothing compares to how I actually live.

Would this be a good idea, or too much work?

I need to kill.

Then I need to be controlled.