TheNaviAvatars

I sing a song of the white Toruk: last shadow, though with no time to despair I climb Iknimaya for it is na'vi tradition to choose an ikran from Iknimaya As I reach the summit where the ikran nest I ready my Bola wrap ready to strike my prize, but then out of nowhere, the ikran tilt their heads up and fly toward the westerly breeze. But hark to my agile ears came to the presence of such a creature approaching It was then that a large shadow appeared I readied my knife to strike if it were to be my last battle though non would have refered Then as the creature landed  on the summit I readied to strike but as the creature moved cl