#wukula

When awareness creeps back into his aching body, it’s painstakingly slow. His shaking on his hands and knees, coughing violently as smoke and dust clogged his lungs. TAP groans around him, metal screaming, alarms blaring, sparks flickering around him.

“Please.” He gasps into his comms, clawing towards the small beam of light filtering through the rubble. “Please- Answer me!”

Palms scrape against the metal floors, blood sticking to the floor. “Hello?” he calls your name nothing yet there’s but static responding. “Please- Can you hear me?”

His fists slam into the ground, still clambering to the light as he pleaded into the comms. But there was nothing.

Only silence.

Silence never lasts long.

So’lek stands inside another control room. Surrounded by useless human machinery, bleak gray desks bolted to the floor, a multitude of panels cluttered with unfamiliar switches and glowing buttons. Fans chur overhead, blades spinning too fast, rattling and cutting through the thick air. Warning alarms scream through the small screens adorning the walls, red symbols flashing.

Nothing about it matters. He followed another useless lead, ending up empty handed, not even a hint about where the RDA  had abducted you.

So’lek’s attention is dragged to the largest screen on the far wall. Dark, glossy and reflective enough he can see himself in it. His bloody, battered body shaking, ears pinned tight to his head, chest heaving.

Then it glitches.

Black and white lines flash onto the screen. Static cutting through the speakers. He barely had enough time to register it all before a loud scream echoes through the room.

It’s deafening and guttural. As if it had been ripped raw from a throat that has already screamed too much.

So’lek flinches, his tail snapped rigidly behind him. His breath stutters in his chest.

The image stabilizes.

You are on your knees. Hands bound behind you so tightly your shoulders are wrenched back painfully, muscles trembling with strain. Your head hangs forward, your chin close to your chest, eyes wet and unfocused.

Your body swaying, slipping in and out of consciousness. Bright purple marks stain your skin. Bruises in the shape of fingers marked onto your body. Thin straight lines brand your arms and legs. Glistening under the harsh white light. Cuts and scratches measured and chosen.

So’lek felt his heart stop beating, his stomach drop.

A shadow moves behind you.

Wukula’s broad form fills the screen. His movement is slow and controlled, almost relaxed. Blood darkens his teeth as he smiles, eyes slight with cruelty and vengeance.

“Wave, Sarentu.” He taunts, prodding at your weak body. “He is watching.”

“She tried so hard.” He says gently, eyes locking onto the camera, the fondness in his tone making So’lek’s stomach curdle. “Did you know that?”

“She tries not to make noise.” He continues. “Thinks if she stays quiet, this will end faster.”

Wukula’s hand comes down to grip onto your jaw. You whimper weakly as he forces your face towards the camera. “But I like it when she screams.”

So’lek’s blood runs cold, letting out a pained hiss.

His eyes meet yours. He can see the terror in your eyes, blood and ash smeared over your face, lashes clumped together from your tears.

“Look at her” Wukula croons. “You picked a pretty little thing.”

His head dips down into the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly. A satisfied growl escaping his mouth. “She looks even prettier when she cries.”

A loud sob tears from within you as Wukula twists your head back, his grip threateningly tight on your kuru.

“I told her you would watch,” he murmurs his voice a low growl. “That you would hear every pathetic sound she made.”

You struggle against his grip. The movement is futile.

Wukula retaliates instantly, yanking back your kuru hard enough to force another scream from your throat.

“She would make a good offering to Varang.” He jeers, eyes flicking to the camera. An evil smile stretches across his scarred face. “But this.”

A possessive hand settles over your waist, one finger tracing the fibers of your loincloth.

“This is much more enjoyable.”

A gut-wrenching scream echoes through the control room.

The scream goes black.

The silence is worse.

So’lek is left staring at his own reflection. Shaking violently, eyes blown wide, your broken image burned into his mind. A blood thirsty haze falls over him, the gold in his eyes dims, swallowed by something darker, hungrier.

He will not fail you again.

So’lek doesn’t think. He cannot think.

The moment the static in the speaker comes to a complete silence his body surges forward as if it had a mind of its own. Every muscle screams, every footstep pounding against the metal floor. He doesn’t dare to slow down.

He jumps over the platforms of the base. Sharp metal edges scrape against his arms. But the pain is irrelevant. Nothing matters but you.

He roars into the metal surroundings, his voice raw and shaking. Tail whipping behind him as he pivots through the winding hallway.

So’lek had lost any care for stealth. Any human that dared to get in his way now would meet their fate quickly.

He bursts through a maintenance vent, the setting sun casting a dim haze over the horizon. His voice calls out for Iley, soaring into the air quickly. “Quick Iley!” He yells out to him, a shaky hand steading itself on his neck.

The pull within his chest is unrelenting, every gust of wind a hammering reminder of how far he was from you.

Wukula has you. Wukula dared to touch you.

The realization dawned on him. If he was just a heartbeat too slow. He could lose you.

The wind was harsh, Iley pushing through the wind with loud screeches. The air brushes against his skin, the cool air doing nothing to simmer the burning fury within him.

Finally, the faint outline of Hometree looms in the horizon.

Scorched, blackened and stubbornly alive.

A single thought consumed him.

You.

With a guttural roar, So’lek leaps off Iley landing on a smoldering branch of Hometree. He rushes inside vaulting and sprinting through the onslaught of soldiers that stood in his way.

Every instinct screamed for you. He didn’t waste time fighting his way to you. He simply ran.

Every bit of his strength would be reserved for the death of Wukula.

When So’lek reached the top of home tree it was nothing like he had recognized it. Steel had replaced bark. Scorched embers scattered across the floor. Human instruments jut from the burning trunk like parasites. Cables and wire burrows into the sacred wood. What was once vibrant, breathing with life had been stripped bare and weaponized.

A landing pad.

The wind howled through the dying branches, shrill and mournful. As if the tree itself was grieving.

So’lek stepped forward slowly, bow already draw tight.

Then his eyes found you.

Suspended against a vertical steel pole at the back of the landing pad.

Your wrists are bound high above your head, shoulders stretched taut, forcing you upright. Your toes barely brush the cool metal beneath you. Your head hangs forward lolling weakly to one side, hair undone, veiling half of your face.

Your breathing is shallow. Uneven.

But present.

A tiny part of him is relieved. That at least he hasn’t lost you yet.

You’re alive.

Then the wind shifts. Clouds swallow what little sunlight remains, plunging the clearing into looming darkness.

So’lek sees the shadow first.

Then Wukula steps forward, merging from the darkness. His smile catching the last thread of light, sharp and sickly pleased. His blade is already tight against your throat.

 “Ah.” He says conversationally. “You made it.”

So’lek moves before his thoughts can catch up. His arrow aimed between Wukula’s eyes.

“Take your hands off-!” His voice booms, echoing against the steel structures.

Wukula lets out a laugh. It’s deep. Genuine. Amused.

“Are your arrows faster than my blade…Dog tag warrior?” His words sharp, almost mocking.

The knife presses just enough to break skin. A thin line of red wells at your throat.

Your breath catches. Your body tenses, weak and trembling.

So’lek is frozen.

 He knows if even a finger tightened too much on the string-. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen.

“You hesitate.” Wukula observes with satisfaction. “Good. That means you understand.”

Wukula’s hand slides up your form, fingers lingering too long. As if he relished in touching what wasn’t his. Then his hand forcefully grips the base of your kuru tilting your head further up, a yelp of pain ripping out of your throat.

Your head tilts back under his control, exposing your throat to the darkening sky. Your eyes stare upwards, unfocused searching for something beyond the cloudy sky.

You don’t fight. You can’t.

All you could do was stare at the dark sky above you and silently pray to the Great Mother. Desperately plead that your life is not taken from hands covered in ash.

Yet there was a small part of you that wondered if returning to the Her would finally mean peace.

“Dog tag warrior.” Wukula spoke with venom, spitting the words onto the ground. “I didn’t realize you were so gullible.”

So’lek stuttered for a moment. His brows furrowing, the tension on his bow releasing.

Panic set in as he looked beside him.

A mechanical whine. A metallic snap.

Four darts explode outward from the shadows, fired from the arm of a concealed AMP suit.

They strike in each of So’lek’s limbs with brutal precision.

Cords wrap around So’lek’s limbs, coiling tight before he can pivot away.

Then the voltage hits, his body locking.

A strangled scream tears from his throat as the electricity surges through his body. Muscles seize violently, his bow dropping out of his grip. Body crashing to the floor as his knees buckle.

So’lek groans as he tries to move, every twitch sends volts of ache through him. Even his hands are not strong enough to stop him from falling, his face smashing against the metal. He felt his face ache, blood beginning to drip from his nose.

You scream his name.

But Wukula silences you instantly, his blade biting deeper into your skin.

“Be- Be still!” So’lek cries out to you, his face morphing in agony as he looks up to you.

“Careful.” Wukula murmurs near your ear, biting the tip of your earlobe. “You’ll distract him.”

So’lek’s teeth grit, his jaw trembles. He tries to move, rip the cables free but more volts shock through him, forcing him flat against the floor. Helpless and pinned.

Forced to watch.

Wukula cuts the ropes that kept you bound to the pole, pushing you forward on your knees. Instinctively, your hands flew out to try and catch yourself, but Wukula already had them in his grasp. Your shoulders pulling tight as you fell, the familiar ropes wrapping around your wrists once again.

Wukula stood in front of you, watching you bound and kneeling in front of him with a sick grin. His loincloth so close it brushes across your face. “She looks pretty when she kneels doesn’t she So’lek?” He grips your kuru yanking you closer to him.

So’lek let out a hiss, fighting through the electricity, fingers digging uselessly against the metal. “Don’t touch her!”

Wukula scoffs. “I already am.” He sneers, pulling you closer to his pelvis, forcing you to submit to his will. His hands trace the outlines of your jaw, forcing your gaze away from So’lek.

“Our fight is not with her!” So’lek yells, desperately trying break free. Yet every movement forced him into submission.

“You have scarred me.” Wukula points his knife towards So’lek, then flicks it back to you. “So, I will scar her.”

Wukula crouches beside you, his grip on your kuru still tight enough it restricts movement. His voice lowers into something intimate and cruel. “Stay very still,” he whispers. “He needs to see this clearly.”

He stands up again, his full form dwarfing you as knelt below him. He tugs on the end of your kuru, making you stumble over your knees.

Wukula doesn’t rush. Every move he makes is calculated and thought out. As if he had planned this moment many moons ago.

He keeps his grip tangled in your kuru, twisting once around his wrist like a leash.

You let out the softest whimper, lips trembling.

So’lek sees it, his heart fracturing.

“Don’t you see?” He calls lazily, as if he is annoyed that his devilish plan is being interrupted. “She reacts to me. She responds to me. She belongs to me. Even her body understands that her life is in my hands.”

“Release her!” So’lek roars, dragging his forearm across the steel beneath him. His skin tearing against the sharp cables.

The electricity surges again, slamming him flat against the floor. His muscles convulse violently; breath knocked from his lungs.

“You are exhausting.” Wukula sighs, turning his attention away from So’lek. “This is who you begged to come save you?” He tilts his head, mock sympathy softening his tone. “Or did you pray to the Great Mother?”

You shake your head, fighting tears from spilling. Wukula just laughs. “She will not come.”

He raises his voice so So’lek could hear every word.

“She did not come when we burnt this tree.”

“She did not come when we bombed your rookery.”

“And she will not come for you.”

So’lek thrashes against the metal. Another surge of electricity forcing its way into his veins. His scream rips through the landing pad, animalistic and raw.

You watch how Wukula’s mouth twitches into a smile.

Then he slides his kuru forward.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Then he pauses. “Have you mated before your weak goddess yet?” He sneers eyes flicking between the struggling couple.

You shake your head, a sinking feeling of doom bubbling in your stomach.

“No? Well…this shall be fun.”

Then glowing tendrils swallow yours.

“No!” So’lek chokes out, a terror unlike anything he had felt before flooding his system.

Wukula groans loudly, a hearty laugh ripping from his chest.

Your breath stutters, pupils dilate as the sensation drowns you. It wasn’t warmth or love. But a cold dark intrusion that felt foreign within you. Your muscles seize, you shake as you try to break free. But Wukula looms over you, his eyes glowing in satisfaction.

He could feel every bit of fight within you leaving, desperately clawing onto your mind as he forcefully weaved through it.

He inhales sharply, tilting his head down towards. “Such a pretty paskalin.”

“Stop!” So’lek screams, his voice cracking, something primitive tearing from his chest.

Wukula lets out a loud hiss, his fangs reflecting against the floodlights. As Wukula grew angrier, you felt his pain through the bond.

You collapsed in agony; your nerves were no longer yours. Nor was your mind or your body. It was all in his control. You let out a scream loud enough that your throat almost gave out, tears streaming down your face.

Wukula crouched down now, seeing your weak body slowly begin to fade in and out of consciousness. A sick grin growing across his face. “I thought she could handle a little more than that.” He laughed, picking you up and ripping your kuru from his.

So’lek deep inside prayed you would react, even if it was a scream of agony. It meant you were alive. But your body never reacts. All he heard was the thump of contact you made with the metal floor.

Your chest sinks, but it doesn’t rise.

And something primal wakes within him.

The world around him goes silent.

The electricity still courses through him but he no longer feels it. The pain fractures away revealing something larger.

His fingers wrap around the first dark embedded in his thigh. With a groan he rips it out. Flesh tears around the wound, blood spraying across the steel, yet he doesn’t flinch.

The AMP suit hesitates, So’lek catches it within a second.

He surges forward on instinct alone. He grabs the live wire still sparking against his ribs and tears it out. Then he yanks it towards him, the solider tugged to the ground, the AMP suit backfiring, sparks explode from the energy packs on its back. Metal shrieking at the suit bursts into a mountain of flames.

Wukula turns too late.

So’lek was already moving. Not with grace or precision.

With wrath.

So’lek tackles Wukula before he is fully alert. Both slamming across the metal pad. Wukula’s knife slides away into the shadows

Wukula snarls, fangs bared. “You will give me what I am owed!”

So’lek answers with his fists.

Bones crack, Wukula’s head snapping sideways.

Wukula’s hands fly to So’lek’s throat, forcing him to the ground as he recovers. Scampering away to grab his blade. The time gives So’lek to find his footing, snarling as he sees Wukula return with his weapon.

Wukula swipes his blade near So’leks face, but he ducks with haste, swifty turning to jut the Mangkwan powerfully in the back.

Wukula coughs before he pivots, his blade cutting through the Dog tag warriors back. He cries out, knees crashing to the floor, pain spreading through his body. Sticky red liquid beginning to drip down his blue skin.

Wukula sees the moment to strike, lifting his blade high in the air. Its rigid edges gleam against the burning flames around him. Then his blade lowers, aiming towards So’lek’s shoulder, but his arm is caught before any wound is made.

So’lek lets out a loud snarl, twisting his entire form as he bends the raiders arm. Forcing him to let go of his sacred blade.

So’lek’s balls his fist, meeting Wukula’s face with the utmost force. Sending him crashing to the floor below him, his knife clattering beside him. But So’lek doesn’t take a moment of rest. He can’t rest.

Not while he knows you lay limp and unconscious just behind him. Because he wasn’t fast enough to retrieve you from Wukula’s sick games.

So’lek’s hand wraps around the Warband’s neck, tight enough that he felt a heartbeat pump beneath his fingers. Another grabs the rigid blade that laid next to him.

His hands rise, chest heaving. So’lek looks into the eyes of the man that had brutally tortured you.

But he doesn’t see Wukula.

He sees you.

He sees your fear, your terror, your silent pleas and weak cries.

Then the blade pierced his flesh, plunging into Wukula’s chest. Stealing away his last breath.

So’lek watches as his pupils widen, his body falling limp below him. Life drain out of his chest, seeping onto So’lek’s hands.

A roar rips out of him. It echoes across the landing pad, bouncing off the metal contraptions. The roar tears out of him until there is nothing left but a lingering burn in his throat

Then there is silence.

No more shouting. No more metal shrieking. No more Wukula.

His hands begin to shake, he glances down and all he can see are his fingers buried in Wukula’s chest. Blood coats his hands, warm and slick, dripping down his wrists and along his forearms.

He releases the blade, and Wukula’s body slumps fully beneath him.

He should feel relief. He should feel victory.

But he can’t.

Not when you are still unmoving. Stuck in the position Wukula had thrown you into, wrists still bound together.

His head snaps toward you and for a moment he is worried he cannot stand. Knees buckling below him. The adrenaline that had carried his movements had disappeared. Leaving behind something hollow and sick.

He moves anyway, feet stumbling with every step.

Each movement he makes feels wrong, feels…heavy. As if the air around him had thickened.

As he moves closer to you, his heart begins to pound.

Your chest is too still, your skin is too pale, your body is too weak.

He drops to his knees beside you, the impact so hard bruises appear in an instant.

A wail racks out of his chest, unable to be restrained. Chest heaving with sorrowful cries as he gathers your limp body into his arms.

Your head lolls back against his forearm, hair falling away from your face.

He is quick to rip the ropes from your wrists, fingers tracing the bright purple marks that have been indented into your skin.

He brings you closer to his chest, hands shaking as he cradles you.

Your lips are parted, but there was no breath.

“No, no, no-” His voice fractures completely, his grip on you becoming tighter. He presses his ear to your chest.

Silence.

His body begins to tremble violently.

“I was here,” he coughs out, choking on his own tears. “I came. I came for you.” He presses his forehead to yours, his tears dropping onto your cheek. “I would never leave you. I was always going to come for you.”

He shuts his eyes tight, another sob taking control of his body. Lips tremble as his cries wobble. “You cannot leave me,” he whimpers.

It wasn’t a command or an order.

But a plea.

His fingers fumble brushing against your kuru, he brushed it gently, another sob crashing over him as his mind flashed back to what had been done to you. “You were so strong my love.”

His shoulders shake, eyes flicking back up to your shut ones.

Then he breaks.

He folds over you, curling his body around yours, trying to shield you from something that had already happened. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers into your hair, his blood soaked hands staining your cheeks. “I should have been faster- I shouldn’t have hesitated. I’m so sorry-.”

His voice collapses into another wail, his body rocking side to side. One hand rested against your head cradling you into his body, the other wrapped around your waist.

Your hands lay limp against the floor, unmoving and lifeless.

Hometree was silent, the only sound was So’lek’s cries. Defeated and broken.

Then a small sound breaks it.

So small So’lek is sure he imagined it. That his mind was trying convince himself that this was all fake.

A hitch of breath, a gasp of air.

Your chest jerks sharply beneath his grip. So’lek freezes, he couldn’t look down. What if he had imagined it all. What if he looks down and still sees you there lifeless in his grip.

But what if when he looks down, you are really there.

He pulls back just enough to look at you. He feels your fingers twitch weakly against his chest.

Another breath, ragged and sharp drags into your lungs.

“Please…” he whispers again.

Your lashes flutter. Your brows furrow faintly. “So’lek...?” You whisper faintly, your voice barely there.

He nods, a broken sound escaping his throat, one that is half laugh half sob.

He cups your face instantly. His hands careful gripping onto your cheeks. “I am here,” he breathes, forehead pressing against yours. “I am here.”

Relief hits him like another surge of electricity, but this time it does not ache. It overwhelms. He gathers you tighter in his embrace, his body still shaking. “I thought I lost you…”

“You came.” You cried a weak hand shakily gripping onto his.

“Of course I did.” He says quickly. “I will always come for you.”

The night is cool inside So’lek’s home. Bioluminescent vines light up the rocky walls, the soft rush of the waterfall trickles into a soothing harmony.

You lie curled against his chest, the hammock enclosing around the both of you.

He had barely slept since that night. Every time your breathing shifts his body would jolt awake, every time you move, his arm would tighten around you. Every moment his eyes fluttered open he looked down making sure you were still safe in his arms again.

Tonight was like any other night. So’lek barely asleep, his body on edge unable to let him succumb to rest.

Your fingers twitched against his chest. Then your breathing changed, becoming shallow and quick. Too quick.

“No-” you whisper, barely audible. Your lips beginning to tremble, eyes still screwed shut.

But So’lek’s snap wide open.

Stay still a voice echoes in your mind. Your body jerks violently, hands shoving against So’lek’s chest. “Get away!” you gasp, eyes still shut.

So’lek’s grip on you immediately retracts. Sitting up, letting the weight of his body no longer rest against you. “I am not touching you.” He whispers firmly, raising his hands in the air. “You are safe, you are home.” He whispers, his voice low and steady.

Your eyes fly open. And for a split second you don’t recognize him. You suddenly scramble backwards out of the hammock, feet finding the rocky floor below you.

Your breathing is erratic, hands clutching around your kuru, protecting it from a threat that is no longer there.

So’lek’s heart sinks when he sees you, his chest tightening. “Mawey…you are safe.”

“He is inside-” you sob out, choking on your words. “I- I can feel him.”

“He is dead. He is not here.” He says voice firm but soft. “He will never hurt you again.”

Your head shakes violently, hands wrapping around your body. “But I felt- I felt him.”

So’lek stays sitting on the hammock, his eyes gentle and calm.

“Look at me.”

You hesitate, taking in a short breath in. Then your eyes lift.

His gaze is steady and present. “Tell me what you see.”

You blink, a tear dropping onto your cheek. “You.”

He smiles. “Only me?”

Your breath trembles as you nod. “Only you.”

“Breathe slowly yawne.” He takes in a large breath, holding it for a moment before releasing the air.

You watch his chest rise and fall, beginning to mimic him.

So’lek shuffles his legs on the floor, bringing the hammock closer to you. He is slow, giving you space if you need to recoil.

When you don’t move away, he opens a hand to you. “Come my love.” It wasn’t an order, but an invitation.

You slowly move towards him, pulling your hand away from the grip you had on your body to rest in his palm. His touch was soft and warm.

Your shoulders drop, tension seeping out of your system. So’lek drags you closer now, enough that you can rest in his lap. Legs resting on one side of him, your head resting against his shoulder.

For a while nothing was said between you. Both sitting in gentle silence as his fingers caressed the small of your back, slowly bringing you back into the present.

“I hate that he touched me first,” you whisper. Your confession is raw, taking a weight off your chest.

So’lek’s jaw tightens, fighting the fire of rage that still burned within him. But his voice remained soft. “He did not take what is ours.”

“I do not want…” you swallow a whimper. “I do not want him to be my only experience. I want...what it was supposed to be.” Your eyes flick to your kuru, and then to his.

His hand stills. “I will give you what ever you ask for.” He says gently. “But I do not want you to think that you owe me anything.”

“I know.” You say softly. “But I want you.”

Silence fills the space as So’lek’s hands move to grab his kuru. He doesn’t rush it towards you, he lets you take control.

You reach for his kuru with shaking hands, slowly connecting it to yours.

For a moment, fear builds inside of you. Worried that you may once again feel the agony that was forced upon you. But when the tendrils met, your breath caught in your throat.

Because this time there was no intrusion, no pain or force. It was a warm fuzzy feeling that consumed you. Slow and gentle.

You feel So’lek, his thoughts, his feelings and he still does not flood your sensations. You feel him waiting for you, letting you set the pace.

Through the bond you hear him. Softer than ever before, calm and peace flow through your body.

There are moments where So’lek feels your growing fear, can sense your growing anxieties. But he answers it with calm…and your doubt flickers.

“I am here.” He whispers. Your bond did not make you his nor did it make him yours.

You became one.

Your forehead presses against his, tears sliding down your cheeks, but your lips curve into a faint smile. “This feels different.”

“It is different.” He answers.

But of course, it’s different. Because this was chosen.

So’lek pulls you in closer, fingers intertwining with yours. He watches your eyes flick up to him. You study him in the dim light.

“You almost lost me.” You whisper. You feel his sorrow, his fear through the bond.

His jaw tightens, a hand cupping your cheek. “I would have torn the world apart to find you again.”

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The other warriors shift, tails swaying and ears flicking with eagerness, but Wukula stands and turns to them.

“She’s mine.”

No discussion. No vote. The words are law.

However, someone protests; hisses and snarls, but Wukula’s hand moves faster than thought—grabs the young male by the throat, slams him to the ground, foot on his chest until ribs crack. The rest look away.

He hauls you up by the cord around your wrists, throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, ignoring your defiant hiss. Your bound hands scrabble uselessly against his muscular back, and you curse him in every tongue you know while he merely chuckles, deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through your body.

His shelter sits at the far edge of the makeshift camp his fellow Mangkwan have set up—larger than the others, walls reinforced with blackened bone and iron stolen from sky people. Inside smells of smoke, blood, and him.

All of this while your own camp keeps burning and the raiding party celebrates. You pray to Eywa that someone managed to flee and is on their way to call for help at home.

Then Wukula drops you onto thick furs. You scramble to your knees, wrists still tied, glaring.

He kicks the entry flap shut. Removes his armor piece by piece—slow, deliberate—until he stands bare before you, lazily stroking his hardening cock.

Your face burns and you swiftly look away, ears flattening in silent submission and fear as he stalks closer.

You bare your teeth, but it looks more like a grimace. “I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

He grabs your queue and you yelp when he yanks your head back so you look up at him. “You can try,” he says, almost fond, like he admires your fire, “but first you’ll scream my name.”

He cuts the cord around your wrists with one slash of his dagger—then grabs your wrists again, pins them above your head with one hand.

“Say my name, kalintu,” he purrs roughly. “Say Wukula.”

Your jaw tightens as your nose scrunches up in a snarl before you hiss through clenched teeth: “Tsaheylu si ngeyä txìmhu.”

Wukula pauses at your insult, then snorts. His other hand tears your ruined top away with one harsh tug. Cool air hits your breasts; your nipples tighten instantly.

Your eyes widen, you gasp and squirm in his iron grip, and Wukula groans at the sight.

“Stop!” you whimper, but his head is already lowering to your chest.

He takes one dark peak into his mouth—sucks hard, sharp teeth grazing. You arch despite yourself, a choked sound escaping your throat. He switches to the other, hand sliding between your thighs to rub your cunt through your loincloth.

“Filthy little liar,” he growls against your skin as he feels you getting wet under rough fingertips. “Body tells the truth your mouth won’t.”

Two thick fingers push inside without warning, breaking you open for the very first time. You yip and whimper, hips jerking. He curls them, strokes a spot inside you that makes your thighs shake and your belly tighten, his thumb grinding your clit in rough circles.

“Look at you,” he taunts, pumping faster. “Soaking my hand already. You were made for this—made for me.”

You curse him again. He laughs, pulls his fingers free, and shoves them between your lips.

“Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this.”

You bite down hard. He hisses, but doesn’t pull away. His pupils blow as he leans in, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper: “Do that again and I fuck you dry, txepvi.”

Wukula flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up, and wraps your tail around his wrist to keep it from smacking him. Your face presses into leather that smells like old blood and soot while he spreads your thighs wide and notches himself at your entrance.

One brutal thrust.

You cry out louder; back arching more as pain and pleasure twist together. He fills you completely, throbbing ridges dragging against every sensitive inch inside you. He doesn’t wait—pulls back and slams in again, setting a punishing rhythm.

Each thrust forces a sound from you—sharp gasps, broken moans, helpless mewls. He fists your hair, changes the angle until he hits that one spongy spot over and over.

“Say my name,” he growls again. “Tell me who you belong to now.”

You bite your lip until it bleeds. He reaches beneath you, fingers finding your swollen clit again—pinching, rolling, and rubbing relentlessly.

“Say. It.”

He lets go of your tail to grab your kuru instead, connecting the pink tendrils with his own before you realize what is happening.

“Wukula—!” The word finally tears out of you on a sob as your world suddenly narrows down to him.

Wukula roars in triumph. His pace turns feral—deep, hard, claiming. You come suddenly, violently, walls clenching around him, slick gushing and coating his thighs while his wretched self connects with your soul, like a drop of poison into fresh water.

He follows seconds later—groaning shamelessly and burying himself to the hilt, flooding you with hot pulses of his seed, marking you inside and out.

And he stays inside you long after, chest heaving against your back, one arm banded around your waist.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps against your ear. “Claimed. Kept. Bred.” Each word is followed by a nip along your nape.

You tremble beneath him—body spent, mind reeling, but something fierce and alive sparking deep inside while your kurus stay connected.

You don’t answer. There is no need. He feels what you feel, and you do the same. His deep, dark chuckle vibrates against your back. Sated and satisfied.

The entire camp heard you scream his name.

And they already know—the Mangkwan have gained a new member.

Something that your little world, the world you grew up was deprvied -  the hidden beuty the world has to offer. It was easy for a innocent girl like you - a girl who know nothing about the outside-world known only from his [Wukula] stories...To believe every word he says: a promise of a better life -  free from suffering that keep intoxicating your people's mainds and souls.

Involuntarily, you reached now for your neck, hoping—perhaps even certain—to find there a memento of that day. A necklace crafted by the finest artisans of the Aranahe tribe, adorned with rare stones—one of the many gifts he used to bestow upon you each time he returned from one of his expeditions, as though seeking to atone for his absence. He was nineteen by that time and already managed to gain himself quite a reputation among other warriors of Mangkwa's clan. And you? No girl anymore, yet not fully a woman. He took it from you. It was not taken by force, yet not given freely — a quiet breaking of something that would never return...

- "I see you brother Wukula..."; breathing these words in a prayer-like whisperr, you reached your hand up to trace its presence with your fingers, but the moment your hand reached your neck, you realized it was gone. Hissing with anger, you began to scour the room - giving little care to its decorative interior now, knocking over nearby vessels and smashing some of them against the wall in rage. - "Where is it?!" Your voice soonreached the pair of na'vi who happen to be passing by, and who soon find themselves inside kelku. They fell just short of your height, yet of an entirely different build—broad-framed, powerfully shaped, with clearly defined muscles. Both their hair and their clothing were adorned with jewelry distinctive of the Aranahe people. Blinded by pure anger, you didn’t notice when one of them made it close in afford to stop you, causing much pain to your left hand that you - by now, knew was broken. Pain was nothing new to you — more than that, you were irked by his arrogance in thinking he could lay his hand on you. - "Get your hands off of me!"; with ears pressed flat against your head and fangs bared in defiance, you repeatedly tried to tear yourself free of his hold with low, warning growls shifting between him and the other man.

Letting your gaze pass from one to the other, tense and ready to strike, the other two were joined by yet another member. Taller and more imposing than the other two, it was his oddly familiar figure that suddenly caught your attention. He surely wasn't one of them - one from Aranahes'. Apart from strange-looking armour, as well as the rest of ornaments decorating his whole attire, what made you even more intrigued was his RDA (Resources Development Administration) equipment. You remembered seeing similar ones at SecOps (Secury Operations) base of Sky People. One Wakula told you not to touch or get close to despite himself using them in fight agaist the enemy.

Noticing your gaze on him, he stepped closer with his eyes swept from your long prominent, traced with ash neck, up to your scarred face, —scars that your people wore with pride—before hunching, studying your sharp features, finally meeting your eye level. -"You are safe now."; speaking in a low, calm voice, he tryed to reach out his hand towards you, carefully, just to meet with one of your long, cold hisses - a kind of warning. - "Woah, easy there..."; he said, looking little trouble with his hands in defense gaining quiet laugh from two other na'vi.

Not used to company other then the people of your kind you watched this strange interaction between all the three men - before the one called So'lek has reached to one of his pockets, pulling something that seemed familiar to you now. -"Here, I believe it must belong to you." Looking at the piece of jeweller in his hand, you quickly recognised in it the most treasured memento of love you shared. - "You...give it back...!"; snaching it out of his hand, you hold it close to your hear, hiding from anyone's eyes. It was broken. Suddenly you realized that you were alone now. Again. Hiding head in your arms now, overhelmed by familiar feeling of being left behind, a burden - first to your parents and now by your people, you desperately wanted to hide from the world, the world which has little meaning to you without him [Wakula]. Without your yawntu. Looking at you at moment like this, you seemed to him more like your age now -  as for So'lek you were still a evenge (child; young girl) behind the facade you tryed to built, a girl who grew up far too soon, before she ever learned how to be a child. At some point you reminded him not less of himself from the time of annihilation of his whole clan. - "It's s special one, just as you must have been special to one who gifted it to you."; stated the na'vi just from the single look of how you clenched it in your hands. - "I found it today in the woods - not far from the place of your fall". Hearing him mentioned the incident that must have took during your flight over Kinglor woods on Western Fronties, you gave him a suspicious glare but say nothing, already plotting a plan of escape in your head. - "I could ask local craftsmen to fix it or do it myself for you. Looking on a type on weave and used materials I can tell it's not Mangkwa's work - not sure if Aranahe either giving the use of bone...". Sending you a kind smile, he reached for the necklace, which was imminently met with yet another hiss of yours. - "Pxasik!" (scraw that!) Without giving it a second thought, you've rised on your feet and hurried past him, heading toward the exit when your steps faltered. Suddenly the floor seemed to tilt beneath you, the walls stretching and contracting, a dull roar filled your ears, drowning out everything else, as your heartbeat thundered violently in your chest. You reached out blindly, fingers grasping at empty air, before your strength finally gave way.

Just as you feel like falling, you found yourself in a pair of strong arms of his, holding into you and helping steady your own balance. The world around you seem to keep on spinning, as you fight to stay aware. - "Careful.."; said softly, getting himself down with you on the leather and fur that were covering the floor. His presence seemed incredibly soothing to you now...-"You must have temperature. Here, let me check." Without warning, he placed his forehead into yours as to confirm his concern. - "I will go, call for Tsahik".

Just as he was about to leave your side, he felt a slight tug on his arm ...

- "Please stay. I don't want to be alone. Please don't leave me again..."; talking in fever and calling his name you nestled yourself next to the forest na'vi - just as the darkness drew you in.

author's note: if you reached to the end of - what I hope to be a first part of more to come, please don't be ashamed to share Your thoughs on your very journey on Eywa Path (as I like to call the series) together with the characters of Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora. I hope you will stay with me longer! <3