Peyral jerked in Mo'at arms, her ears keener then the older womans, picking up shouts, jeers and commotion from below, in the home tree.
Mo'at frowned. "What is that?"
Peyral opened her mouth and allowed the scents of the forest to flood her senses. The pupils in her sharp eyes dilated and her canines started to bare. "An alien is within out midst, Tsahik" Slipping out of Mo'at's arms and swooping down the stairs two at a time, Peyral let rip the snarl that had been building in her throat ever since she first smelt the alien scent. At the bottom of the stairs, surronded by her people, in a conversation with the clan leader, with Neytiri and Tsu'tey at his side, was an alien, dressed in the skin of her people. But Peyral would never forget the scent that the sky people carry with them, no matter how many times they shapeshift their skin in an ungodly manner.
All noise seemed to cease, and Peyral lunged.
The world seemed to stop moving, yet also sped up far too fast. Peyral dug her claws into the under-developed shoulders of the sky person and used the momentum of her body to send him through the air, twisting and flailing in shock, a grunt escaping his mouth. Peyral was upon him again in a second, her knife slicing his cheek in one smooth and practised movement, blood splattering his face in a fluid motion that brought a sick feeling of satisfaction to her stomuch. The alien in her people's skin was on the floor, her mouth agape and eyes wide, staring up at her. Peyral ducked down to be level with his face, crouching with her legs ready to push her forward for another assault. Peyral bared her teeth in the most ferocious manner she could bare and hissed so passionately that she saw the people around her flinch back. "Demon filth" She snarled, and hurled herself forward. But within seconds of her assault, she felt a powerful force haul her back and arms gently but firmly held her around her waist and shoulder.
"Stop Peyral!"
Upon hearing Tsu'teys command, Peyral dropped her knife and urged her body to be still. But, with her chest heaving and eyes glowing, she never took her eyes off the alien.
"What the hell is wrong with her? She's crazy!" The alien blurted out, finally scrambling to his feet.
"Call me crazy again demon, and I will make sure you meet Eywa sooner then you think" Peyral spoke boldly, her fingers inching to drive her dagger into this insolent creatures throat "you are somehow wearing the fake skin of my people, something unnatural in the land of Eywa, yet you dare to stand here among us in your makeshift form and impose yourself upon us?" Peyral made sure to speak in her native tongue as she wish to confuse this alien, plus she refused to speak english unless necessary. She despised that language and the people who spoke it. But her body langauge and aggressive tone made it clear that she wasn't saying anything nice to the alien; she wanted to make it as clear she possible that she wouldn't accept his presence.
"Stop!"
Mo'at gracefully descended the stairs, and Peyral backed off. Turning and nodding to Tsu'tey who still had a hold of her arm, they moved further into the background and allowed Mo'at to begin her assessment of this alien, who was called...Jake Sully.
Peyral never wanted to question Eywa, but she couldn't help but deeply wish to drive this alien from her home. What do Mo'at see in this demon?
She made sure to keep her eyes fixed on this demon to unnerve him, and couldn't help a proud little smirk lifting her lips when the gaze of this Jake Sully kept flitting to her nervously, like he wanted to know where she was at all time in case she was to attack him again. Which was understandable, it wouldn't take much of a reason for Peyral to attack him again.
"Peyral" Mo'at spoke, her confident tone finally making Peyral break her staredown from Jake. "You will mentor this other alien"
Peyral was floored.
Other alien?
Following the point of Mo'at's hand, Peyral's gaze fell upon another alien who was cowering in an emotion that Peyral couldn't decipher between awe and fear, dressed in similar clothing to Jake. His features were somehow even softer then Jakes, yet he seemed to be less unnerved, perhaps even more confident in a weird way then Jakes. Peyral's ears flattened.
"This is Norm" Peyrals lip curled in distaste. "And I believe it will do you good to teach him our ways"
Peyral's mouth dropped open to disagree, but instead swallowed down a mouthful of air when she quickly remembered who she was addressing. You cannot just disagree with Mo'at. But the relief she felt when she heard Tsu'tey speak up for her was profound "But Tsahik, Peyral is one of our best hunters, we cannot waste her time teaching this demon when she could be providing for our people?"
Peyral was impressed by Tsu'tey's failure to flinch when Mo'at's steely gaze fell upon him.
"If she teaches him well, soon we will have both him and these skywalkers providing for our people"
Peyral's eyes rose to the sky in frustration. Why her?
Dropping her head in defeat, she strode over to this "Norm", and stood before him. He was on his knees, in what Peyral could only assume was his way of showing respect, and she did appreciate this a tiny bit, even if she would rather die then say this to him. Atleast he wasn't as loud and annoying as his counter-part, Jake. Peyral allowed her gaze to roam over him for longer then what would be comfortable. She bared her fangs at him, and her tail lashed.
"You will work hard and you will learn fast" Peyral spoke, still in her native tongue. "Or I will make sure you die trying"
Eywa expected Norm to stare at her, boggle-eyed and stupid.
What she didn't expect was for Norm was nod, and bow his head. "I will do my best" He replied, simply and quietly, and Peyral let her brow raise in shock before she caught herself and a begrudging smile lifted her lips before she got rid of it.
At least he wasn't completely useless, Peyral thought to herself.
"Let's begin"