#& appa.

[airloyaled]

@vatabender

It was Appa that sensed the change first. Something that slithered through the ground like a swarm of angry serpents, digging deep into his marrow and filling him with a strange unease. He paused from where he was grazing, nostrils flaring in agitation. The sky bison’s tail raised up high and then slammed down into the earth—an act of intimidation.

Momo chattered, clinging to one of Appa’s horns as he attempted to get a higher vantage point. To scout out what possible threat could be coming. The skies seemed to darken, as if a great storm was about to roll in upon them. The air felt colder, the flying lemur hugging himself and rubbing at his arms to keep warm.

The grass around them wilted in a perfect circle. Life dying in the dark.

“Welllll…” A low voice slurred from around them, a million mouths speaking from the shadows in every direction. “I was waiting for the chance to have a conversation with you, oh dearest Avatar.”

A low chuckle.

“I’ve been waiting to see what shape my twin would take next.”

[airloyaled]

@formedfrommist // TAGAH

The sky bison’s nose twitched, taking a heavy step towards the other man. He wasn’t Aang, wasn’t his person, but he was of the people that lived with him and his herd when he was young. He watched him from the corner of his large, brown eyes, blinking once.

Then he shuffled even closer, butting his snout against Tagah’s shoulder and opened his mouth.

A cascade of fruits and vegetables, lovingly covered in Appa spit, tumbled to the ground at the man’s feet. An offering for friendship, it seemed.

Momo was quick to dart into the fray, snagging a fruit and shoving it in his mouth before he bolted.

[airloyaled]

@airlegacy

Momo’s chittering was soft, merging with the symphony of crickets that had come alive with the rising of the moon. He hopped from stone to stone, as if the earth beneath him was made of lava, clutching his treasure to his chest with one arm.

He had found it not far from here, bobbing up and down in a small river, washed away by past storms from wherever its origin lied.

It was a stone, or gem or something—perfectly rounded and faintly iridescent like a pearl. It was covered in strings of moss and patches of algae, attributing to its age. But to the flying lemur, it looked like a fruit ready to be consumed.

Well, until he had taken a bite and almost chipped a tooth. That hadn’t been planned.   

Finally, Momo reached the camp, hopping gently on Aang’s side and shaking his shoulder with a free hand. He whined, the sound enough to make Appa’s ears perk. A brown eye cracked open, and the sky bison grunted, blinking away the remnants of his slumber to listen to Momo’s excited sounds.

He began to shake Aang with more vigor, holding out the rounded object to him.

[airloyaled-moved]

@kakiaktok

Three sets of heavy footsteps leave imprints in the snow. His tail drags behind him, furrowing the white in his wake, flattening the shape of his paws into a mess of nothing.

He wonders, mindlessly, if that tiger-thing will be upset that all this snow has been trampled.

The thought leaves his mind as soon as it enters, deep brown hues landing on Katara. The sky bison shakes frost and ice from his thick fur, then butts his snout gently against her shoulder in greeting.