Role Play Here

"Direhorse, maybe?" Eric asked, still cautiously looking around. (-_-)

Neytiri looked at him in the eyes, "Who are you?" she asked, her tail swaying back and forth behind her. Her body was covered in war paint, and she showed it off proudly. (S.O.B)

sereechi i have snare, do you have a dire? cause i doubt there will be many rideing around here she said then howled, it was rough in na'vi but no animal on this earth sounded like a wolf*

winsten im winsten *he said strongly he wasent scared he just understood a debt for a debt*

Neytiri took a step closer to him, her grip tightening on her dagger that was still in her hand, "Are you against us?" she asked firmly, her large yellow eyes burning into him like hot coals.

"We're screw-" he stopped when she howled. It made him jump slightly from surprise. "What the hell? You scared the crap out of me," he said with a laugh.

winsten raised his knife im protecting my race, just as you *he hissed*

sereechi oh sorry -maybe you could take snare and ill try to tame a (inseret name of the flying creature XD) *she said, her voice felt lost* are we fighting a loseing war eric?

Ninat looked back at him and then fired another volley of arrows.She tensed as she let the string of the bow go.

Neytiri's face scrunched together in a hateful scowl. She hissed and slashed her dagger in a criss-cross motion, trying to actually hurt him now. This was their land and their's only! You either were with Neytiri or agaisnt her. And to her it looked like he was against her.

Eric nodded then shrugged to her question, "I don't know. I don't hear as many gunshots or bombs going off now. Maybe the Na'vi really did pull it off."

Akien only watched as this talented Na'vi woman shot arrow after arrow in a desperate attempt to save her beloved home. He hated his own kind now. Which is why he was here, with the Na'vi. It was wrong, yes, to betray his own race but they had become so much like hungry animals it was a disgrace to even be considered a human.

sereechi*snare lept in front of them both and gave a low growl then a bow to sereechi* lets go see

winsten he dusked under the blades and tackled her pining her down* s-stop it! *he growled* i do not want to kill you but ur giveing me little choice! *he looked into her burning eyes, powerful and stronge

Neytiri hissed and pushed him off, reversing the effect, "Then tell your kind to leave us alone!" she pleaded, keeping him pinned.

Eric gulped and walked over to Snare. "You remember me, right?" he said, hesitantly holding his hands out to touch him.

snare *looked up at eric and made a noise, itwas an agreence*

sereechi *giggled abit*  awe someones warming up to u

Eric smiled and laid a hand on Snare's side. His skin felt like armor, and was black and shiny. He reached around and took his long braid, connecting it with Snare. He felt all the emotions of the creature. Never before had he connected queues with anything before. He mounted Snare and looked at Sereechi, "I heard you just mentally tell them what to do and they obey. ...Is that true?"

sereechi *grinned* find out *she said and she took to the woods towards the cliffs, she herd the creatures who flew choose there riders, so she need to move fast, she could still feel snare they had connected for life he would die as her protector and she would die his, but those thoughts wernt for now, she manged to grab some arrows and a bow but everything else was deystroyed*

winten and im following orders! i dont even know you people why should i turn on my own kind he said or more hissed, his eyes were dark and seemed wicked but he had stopped fighting, if it were the other way around youd kill us, you wouldent care about our family and lives!

"We wouldn't come to your dying plant anyway!" Neytiri snapped. "What is with your people and 'following orders'? Who gives the orders out? Who's the one telling you to kill us?!" she demanded.

"I'm gonna die." Eric said after he left. He had no idea how to ride this creature. He thought for a moment about where he was going to go. The nearest Clan was not too far away from the Omaticaya. "Forward," he thought.

snare he lept forward, he let his momorie flow into erics mind it dident talk to him, it dident speak but it gave him some emotions, relax it eased erics musclas being as they were connected,*

winsten *he rolled her over and pinned her down* the leader of our armies hes the reson im in this fucked up situation god damnit *she growled and then stood up* you thin i want to be here, you think i want to slaughter your kind?!

She hissed as he rolled her over and pinned her down. "If you really didn't want to you wouldn't!" she yelled, standing up. To her, it felt like all of the Omaticaya Clan depended on her. She finally just broke. The poor Na'vi girl crouched into a squatting position, covering her distressed face with her hands. She muttered some things in Na'vi that weren't very nice or were just sad to hear.

Eric suddenly felt relaxed, trusting that Snare knew where to go. (Jesus that sucked)

winsten *he crouch down next to her he dident speak for a moment* cause, i have no where else to go, the army has been my world, sense i was little, its all i know, *hehe looked down trying to figure out what to do* fighting is all i have to keep me going or im just standing still like nothing

sereech she waled amonest the creatures then hissed and opned there wings to take off away from her

snare *he moved faster, makeing sure he was still foucused on eric in case he wanted him to do somthing*

Neytiri slowly uncovered her face and turned it to look at him, her large eyes were wide and glassy. "Eywa would surely welcome you," she said quietly. "But that would be later," she said standing up. She'd had a full on conversation with him, and he hadn't asked her what her name is. Not that she cared.

winsten e- what? is that what the feeling is *he asked rubbing his arms* i know this forest isent like the one at home i can feel this place breath i can feel it cry

"You are nearly different." Her accent came back thick. It didn't sound like it when she yelled. "Not many of your kind have that much feeling for our home." It had gone eerily quiet. In sight there were only a couple of distressed pa'lis (direhorses). No Sky People of anykind. No Dreamwalkers (avatars) except for Winsten. Gunshots and bombs ceased. The small war seemed as if it were over.

winsten i dont know if that good or bad for me, its like feeling somthing you dont want to die, crying for help but i cant do anything except fire another bullet, i cant join you ill be slaughtered and if the humans leave ill die here anyway i cant breath this air