#txranti

The Txranti is inspired by multiple Asian cultures, mostly south Asian and Arabian countries.

Seylu, the Tsahik is depicted with multiple arms similar to the God Vishnu, which coincidentally is also named Narayana. Which is similar to Naraym, I was truthfully unaware of this but I thought it was a fun note. She is also inspired by Shiva for having a third eye depiction, most Txranti have a tattoo upon their forehead or hands to imitate this third eye, believing they too have turn their enemies to ‘dust’ which to them is simply defeating them.

Naraym originally was inspired by Enchantress from Suicide Squad, but I am handing that over to Seylu given her status. Someone on tiktok also said Naraym resembled a Pharaoh, so I implemented more Egyptian cultures. Mez’s direhorse mask is meant to resemble Anubis.

The Txranti adore jewellery and accessories, being decked out in various bracelets, neck rings and bone armour. During a spiritual ceremony, Naraym being the messenger of death. Members will perform a celebration, filled with synchronised dances and music. A sacrifice will be made, one member being chosen to leave the living world and be honoured as the clan reconnects with their ancestors. It is a huge privilege to be chosen, the chosen Na’vi will be covered in jewellery and drenched with blood before being set on fire as a way to cleanse them before joining the spirits.

Seylu is seen as an equal among her followers, performing in these rituals and helping with tasks leading up to them. She is valued as a leader, not a replacement goddess.

This is a vague idea of their vibe and aesthetic, a lot will be altered and nothing is set. But I wanted to give readers such vision and inspiration

The Txranti are quite uncanny to other Na’vi, similar to Varang. Txranti have a distinct between wide set eyes and close set eyes. Older members have wider set given their previous environment while younger members who have adapted have almost human like eyes as they are less wide and their noses are smaller. Naraym is the extreme of this, thin eyes and a thin nose that are too close together, her face is extremely round and her ears are larger similar to a bat. She also possesses a double set of canines to help grind her food as materials are scarce and vegetation is rare. And Na’vi flesh isn’t exactly soft

‘Asong and Tsawa had sat amongst their peers in a circle, a fire burning bright in the centre of camp as they surround it.

A long stick had been passed around, it contained some kind of plant mixture they had gathered that morning. The pipe helped inhale the fumes it had drizzled in slow waves up to the night sky.

The air had been cold enough to send a few of their companions running back underground, but Tsawa, ‘Asong and the stragglers stayed behind to finish what was left of the plant blend.

Tsawa had been new to this, being curious since she was a young girl still trying to find her place amongst the Clan. But now she sat in front of the fire, her fingers tingling while the space behind her eyes buzzed like static. She had been nervous to even stay after she had coughed her lungs out in front of her fellow Na'vi.

‘Asong had been watching her since she sat down, their eyes meeting any time she would dare move her eyes away from the fire or her lap.

It was strange seeing her be so...estranged.

Tsawa was distant, she never let anyone beside the party get past the walls she had put up since she been overpowered years ago. But she was almost...meek. Not commanding, fearsome.

They had been fine days prior, they had even been exchanging looks and subtle teasing. But then Tsawa had turned icy, huffing at him the last time they talked.

He had took the empty space beside her, providing a familiar presence to ground her at least. He took the pipe out her hand before she could have another drag, his fingers brushing against hers slowly, touching her longer than necessary. "You've been avoiding me."

He brought the pipe to his lips and inhaled deep, cold dizzying air flushed his lungs. She dared sneaking a glance his way as she signed, the motions more stiff. "I am not. I am busy, I have duties beside flirting with you. Like finding a real mate." His fingers quickly found their way to Tsawa chin, urging her closer as the pipe fell between them. She didn't resist as he leaned and drew the distance to a mere centimetre. Her lips parted in surprise, curiosity left her stunned and open to ‘Asong advances.

He blew smoke into her awaiting mouth, the herb softer on her tongue compared to her earlier attempt. She inhaled it without complaint, appreciating the immediate buzz it gave her as the light from the fire illuminating their surroundings weaved into swirls, the orange hue blending into different shades of purple and red.

‘Asong didn't remove his hand from her jaw, instead gently holding it as he hovered inches from her face. Her dilated pupils drew him in, hypnotising him. "Despite your lies, you seem to only weave your days into mine." He whispered, breath warming the cold air. "Your eyes follow me everywhere I go."

Tsawa turned her nose up, pushing his hand from her chin. "I do not stare-" She began to sign until she cut herself off. A voice whispered in her ear, she was tempted to look for the source until the voice warped and echoed in her mind. ‘Asong took another hit of the pipe as the same whispers danced through the air between them.

"Despite the lies that you're making." ‘Asong began, taking her chin between his fingers once again. "Your love is mine for the taking." He murmured into her agape mouth until his own lips met hers in a gentle stroke.

Tsawa cupped his face with her hand, her body seemed to allow her desires to breathe. Her lungs burned as she kissed ‘Asong, a heavy gasp falling when they parted. She pressed her forehead against his, skin hot.

"I will be the one that's gonna hold you." His fingers dragged along her arm, revealing his true feelings for her. As cold hearted as she was, he was there for her to fall back on. He could provide her comfort without the fear of vulnerability. She inhaled deeply as she looked into his eyes once more. "You will be the one I run to." Her hands signed, one landing on his chest in reassurance.

She meant it.

The next day was heavy with tension, they hadn't talked since Tsawa lured him back underground. Curtains drawn and lines blurred, they felt like real teenagers for once. Not warriors. Just two Na'vi.