A/N: Whee! I did it! A comprehensive story without he/she/it/I/we/you! First for me in the AVATAR fandom but I'm planning a longer story. Don't get your hopes up, though. I'm always planning longer stories...
ANYWAYS. Explanations at the bottom. Enjoy!
Suddenly awake, the call of Eywa still clear and strong. Metal ikrans approaching, their strange wings going chop-chop-chop, cutting the clean, fresh, good air to little lost pieces.
Chopchopchop closer and closer. Take off and fight! Home-invaders must be killed! Dodge, weave, there. Metal ikran wounded. Dive! Tear out tiny Na'vi-like prey, destroy the hard ikran. Metal ikran falls, go for next. Destroy and kill! Or they will ruin everything, even Eywa. And Eywa has already been hurt, revenge!
Suddenly, an unhurt Metal ikran shooting tiny teeth and claws tearing and ripping...
... Falling, wings no longer whole but torn to shreds. Blood pooling in lungs, dripping from mouth, from spiracles, from all over, air tearing life away falling falling fast, too fast, brake! Shredded wings tearing, no use, too little time-
- carbon-fiber bones shattering and breaking, shards cutting, more blood leaking, dripping, running, too much pooling drowning. But that is a small price. Follow the call; fight the war, pay the price, get the reward. And right now the price doesn't matter, because Eywa-
A/N: And that's it. Now, as for the explanations: The Spiracles. These are openings in the ikran's chest, much like the air intakes on a jet fighter. Ikrans don't breathe through their mouths, but they have a tube and mechanism to pump air out so they can make sounds. Some sounds are also made by the spiracles. Having spiracles means one-way lungs; the air flows out through gill-like slits on the ikran's back. Imagine living on eternal in-breath!
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~CalathÃl