He huffs, though very rarely done he did joke there.

He only watched as she tried to dab paint over it. To cover his work.

In his heart he knows what to do...to make more.

Let her know and her people. Even a goddess can fall for one...

Toruk flies faster as they disappear into the night.

As he does so, he roars, Toruk flies then dives fastsr and faster before the wings spread and alowly descends.

He holds her out before dropping her next to the pyre, then flies away. Arrows fly at him but none hit.

He simply looks back at her, only her. Squints then-

" Hyah! "

Only his golden eyes and ashen skin gleam so right.

" . . .I don't want your death, Varaang. "

Simple, quick. Loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough to where no other could. His eyes pierce into her. Seeing more than just her face.

Ex'syu suddenly smacks the bow away with his tail, then wrapping around her ankle as he pulls her into his grip and he leaps back atop Toruk.

The wings flutter before taking off, keeping her close enough but at arms length as they fly higher and higher.

Only lit by the moonlight now.

moving about as the roar of Toruk pierces through the screaming.

Only the dim fire from torches around the camp only shines at the edge of the large wings of the toruk ikran.

Arrows fly, followers fall staining the ground red. The next, whizzes by her leg grazing it.

The bones of those who dared stray was placed upon his form, his body gathered the fury of her. Eywa blessing him. Face paint aligned that with what the sky people have called Death.

He rides off into the sky again, circling the pyre and its smoke bellowing into the night sky. He waits. . .

He stayed close to the tent though, his breathing shallow. A first in his long years of fighting those who strayed but she was more.

Way more than what Eywa prepared him for, he gripped his throat. As if words were caught he could not speak.

So he slipped away from the camp...to prepare.