𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗.

Humans typically loved receiving flowers on their dates. Moby wasn’t human, though. Instead she favored shiny objects, jewels especially, and other small trinkets she could add to her hidden collection. This collection included a few skulls belonging to some of her first kills which she’d later had jeweled and hoped would one day make a dazzling display in her own home.

Seeing the odd skull, Moby stepped over quickly and hoisted the great token into her grasp, throwing the cord around her neck as if it were a bloody boa. However the means Yin’ tekai used to kill it, the bones were in tact and suffered no damage. He seemed to have made sure of that. Pleased, the shape shifter hummed and stepped even closer to the kneeling Yautja. She touched her forehead to his, the tip of her nose grazing over his snout as she nuzzled him. His offering was well received! She even smiled. “Thank you, Yin’ tekai. You weren’t hurt trying to get this for me, were you? Let me tend to your wounds.”

Pure pride swelled in his chest as she took the skull from him. He trilled happily at her acceptance. Such a strong reaction was not heard of among female yautja, as even their acknowledgement was enough for celebration. And there she was, nuzzling against him with affection he hadn’t felt since he was a small pup. 

Scar shook his head. No, he hadn’t been injured. Though the beast was strong, it was not very intelligent. And besides, he wouldn’t dare let her tend to his wounds. They weren’t her responsibility and he wouldn’t be so rude as to ever ask that of her. It would have been an insult.

xx // accepting

Scar had no idea what sort of customs Moby’s species had when it came to impressing a mate. For Yautja, it was dominantly fighting one another over a female. To even be considered an opponent, however, offerings had to be made. That was why Scar had brought her a fresh skull, the spinal cord still attached. The beast had large fangs and had put up quite a fight. 

NO YOU!!!

For a brief moment, a discomfort came over her at the very idea of her kind being hunted by something that was obviously far more advanced than human kind. Hell, it had been shown time and time again that they couldn’t defend themselves from the dead, how where they meant to defend themselves from alien invaders? It wasn’t Independence Day and Bill Pullman was there to deliver the rally call that brought the world together.

❝ We’re not very good prey now. I’m sure the dead outnumber the living twelve to one. is it just to eat us or does your kind like killing? ❞

Her words held a sadness in resonance as she placed her eyes on the bed before slowly taking a seat. Hands moved to pull the short skirt of her lingerie down to hide the hidden curve of thigh into ass cheek.

❝ I don’t know how it started, ❞ Lisa admitted, gaze back upon him as she recalled those first few days before radio silence had taken over,  ❝ I wasn’t anything important so all I knew was what happened from the news before the lights went out and didn’t come back on. There were reports of people being bitten, dying, then coming back to life to attack. Then, after cities were sacked and laid to the ground by fighter bombers – we learned that it doesn’t matter how you die, if your brain isn’t destroyed, you turn. We’re all infected, but I don’t know how it happened…or why, ❞ she leaned forward slightly in her place, looking up to the strange alien that had decided not to end her life. Her words grew heavier as the topic turned to something far more personal and close to her heart,  ❝ Some people believe in God – a creator of Earth and everything in space…you – I still believe in Him. But I can’t understand why He’d let us suffer through all this. Does your kind have a God….or a Creator? ❞ 

“Skulls -- good trophies,” he explained. Not to mention the ones who were skinned and hung upside down. Scar cocked his head as he listened to her explanation. If this truly was a disease, then the world would have to be quarantined. He wasn’t sure if Yautjas could become infected, but he couldn’t risk that. But now that he thought of it, he hadn’t seen any of the fauna walking around dead. 

If he had to, Scar would blow up this whole damn planet. A disease like one that she described couldn’t reach other worlds.

“Gods,” he told her. “Paya -- also Cetanu. The Black Hunter. God of death.” He tapped his claw to the scar on his forehead, the symbol of his clan. “Hunter. It’s -- honorable.” He then placed his hand to his chest. “Yautja means predator.”