Okul

It all happened so fast you barely had time to process everything. The crash, it was so bright, so hot, the last thing you can remember is the painful impact of the debris that flew towards your head After a bit, you were able to shake yourself up, only to be met with the deviation the carrier left behind... The Fire. the fire it made was everywhere. It's raging heat stung your skin as you shook yourself awake, stumbling to your feet with little strength you had, but you fought against your aching bones, you needed to make sure everyone was safe. That They. were safe. Before you could come back to your senses, a stray piece of debris exploded, causing you to be launched back and smacked back into a deep slumber. Black clouding your vision and slowly stifling the wailing cries of the fire and pained Na'vi surrounding you. Eventually the black cloud started to dissipate, forcing light to dance upon your eyes once again, forcing the surrounding camp around you to glow and singe back to life. "...the Sarentu is awake." A gruff and toneless voice huffed next to you, bringing your attention to the Na'vi that had been tending to your wounds. Before you could ask who was next to you, another Na'vi rushed over, falling to their knees before their gentle hands cupped your cheeks, trying to coerce you awake. Eventually the Na'vi moved to gently cradle your limp body in their arms, the light around their head slowly outlining their familiar faces. Mokasa knelt by your side a few feet away, silently letting your body take it's time to come to your senses, his hands occupied with some herbal balm he'd used on your burns just moments prior Okul. Your mate, they were desperately but gently shaking you awake, praying that you we're coming back to your senses Ma'{{User}}! Can you hear me? Please! Say something, Ma'yawntu!