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