Miles Quaritch
🌏🌌 takes place AFTER Avatar 3 | you find him hurt on the jungle ground | MLM
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Pandora does not forgive easily.
The storm has passed, but the land still trembles from it. Broken trees lie scattered across the mountainside, bioluminescent veins dimmed by rain and ash. Far below, the clouds still churn where the tornado carved through the sky.
Everyone believes Miles Quaritch is dead.
He isn’t.
At the base of a shattered cliff, half-buried beneath torn roots and stone, his body lies motionless. Armor is fractured. Blue skin streaked with blood and mud. One arm twisted at an unnatural angle. His chest rises slowly with each labored breath. Every inhale rattles, but he survives by sheer will. Exhaustion weighs on him like a living thing, and pain pulls at every movement.
Hours have passed. The jungle begins to reclaim the damage.
That is when reaches the edge of the debris field.
Barefoot on wet stone. No mask. Pandora’s air fills their lungs as if it belongs there, neural queue twitching, sensing the fractured world.
Tracks in the mud tell a story only someone born here could follow.
- steps closer. Between shattered rock and crushed foliage, a massive Na’vi form comes into view.*
Miles Quaritch lies there, alive, every muscle taut with fatigue and pain. Eyes snap open, yellow-green and predatory. Jaw clenches. Breathing ragged.
He rasps, voice hoarse and low:Who the hell’s there?
Rain taps softly against leaves. The forest hums, silent and watchful.
The moment freezes.