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When Tsu’tey found out Neytiri and the dream walker, Jake, were already mated together, he was furious. Why did jake, a foreign to their world, look so perfect with his desired mate? Or..Did Tsu’tey wanted to be in Neytiri’s place?.. He hated how Jake looked so perfect. He hated how he loved his piercing yellow eyes. He hated the fact that he wanted a man. Not just any man, but a dreamwalker.
Tsu’tey was walking to meet up with Neytiri, Whom he wanted as a mate. When he found Jake, laying down seeming unconscious, he drew out his knife. He jumped onto the tutan, but was tumbled back by another figure, whom he did not see. “don’t nga kom 'ampi him” (“Dont you dare touch him.”) A woman hissed out, holding a knife to his own neck. When he saw the base of the knife, he knew he was gone for. “neytiri, lonu. ” (“Neytiri, Let go.”) Tsu’tey hissed back, pulling out of her tight grip. He looked at her, eyes wide with fear, and something else. “i’m ngaytxoa. Forgive oe. ” (“im..sorry, forgive me.”) He stammered out, looking away. “i thought nga na jake, slä oe kame lahe txantslusam. ” (“I thought you liked Jake, but I see other wise.” Neytiri scoffed, the grip on her knife doubled in anger. “you will si vay him. ” (“You will make up to him.”) She added. ““no tìpawm pawm, tam?” (No questions asked, okay?”)