#vic'tao

One day, you grew to your boiling point.

Rage weaved into your very bones. For the last three months, they’ve acted different. It was like a one-eighty that flipped everything. Here you were, in the middle of the common rooms watching as the two kept their distance. It hurt. But it made you angry.

Hot tears burned your eyes. “What in the hell is wrong?!” you shouted at the top of your lungs. Your voice echoed back at you, bouncing off of the walls. “You won’t touch me. You won’t even look me in the eye anymore! Have I done something wrong?” Not only were anger but fearful you may have done something to mess up everything. You were the one to join their group. The last one to be initiated into the party.

Both of them stopped their retreats and glanced at each other. Confusion flashed upon their unique features. Like they had any reason to be puzzled. It was them causing all of this. Uihoy first broke the eye contact and what seemed to be timidly looked at you. You never thought Uihoy could do anything timid, scared-like in your life.

Your gaze narrowed down on the purple Yautja peering at you with a flickering gaze. “Look at me damnit! Tell me what the hell is wrong?” You couldn’t stop screaming, needing to get this rage out of your system. “Three months, three months without proper touches.” Tears streamed down your cheeks. “Are… are you disgusted by me now?”

Those words cracked not only your heart but theirs as well. Vic’tao made a pained whine and rushed towards you. His knees met the ground before your feet. He went to touch you but stopped shy, pupils narrowing. He didn’t want to touch you.

Pain not only shined in your eyes but expanded across your features. His yellow eyes met yours briefly before he softly rested a hand on your shoulder. The other cupped your chin. The touch was welcomed despite the issues arising currently. You whimpered and turned to nuzzle his hand, relief flooding your system. It has felt like a century since they’ve land their touches on you.

“Tell me, what is wrong? Why have you both drifted away from me?” you softly cried, shoulders jumping with each sob.

Vic’tao’s brows furrowed as if he confused himself of his own actions. That just made you want to bite him. Hard.

Uihoy came to join the two of you and knelt besides Vic’tao, gaze towards the ground. Even he wouldn’t met your eyes. You cried harder and wretched your head from Vic’tao’s touch. It hurt to do so but you didn’t want comfort if they were just going to keep hurting you.

The yellow Yautja chirped to his partner and nudged his shoulder with his own. Now, they weren’t going to speak in English so you could understand the situation.

When you were about to take a step back, the two of them faced you. “Do… do you not know?” Vic’tao questioned and tilted his massive head at you. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Clearly, I don’t fucking know when I don’t understand why you’ve put distance between us. I don’t even remember doing anything wrong. But do enlighten me.” You couldn’t help but be snarky in the moment. They deserved it.

They glanced at one another again for a fleeting moment. Usually, both of their eyes on you would make you nervous. But, you didn’t care this time.

Uihoy jerked his head up. A light bulb appeared over his head. “C’jit. Ooman.” It was like the two of them had a sudden life realization without bringing you up to speed. You kept glaring at the two of them. Then, the purple male scooted closer to you on his knees and softly embraced you.

Despite the anger in your veins powering you, you instantly wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly. “We-we so sorry, little hunter. Little hunter is ooman. Doesn’t smell. Doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand,” he cooed to you and ran a hand up and down your back in soothing strokes. You couldn’t help but feel offended by his words.

You pushed back to look him in the eye. “What does that mean?! Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’m less!” His eyes jumped wide. His head shook wildly to disclaim what you’ve said.

Hands cupped your cheeks and turned your head to face Vic’tao. “No, treasure! That’s not what he’s saying!” Your features twisted with a mixture of confusion and hurt still. Again, you didn’t understand anything that was happening. “You’re pregnant.”

His mouth continued to move but you didn’t hear a word. If it wasn’t for either of their holds on you, you would’ve collapsed to the ground.

Pregnant? But… they’ve told you that was next to impossible. That made sense. Two different species. Both hundreds of thoughts of lightyears away from each other. They surely couldn’t reproduce with each other. It was scientifically impossible to reproduce! But… they just told you, you are pregnant. With their child. Shit, with which one. Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. You were pregnant by them.

Your blurry vision focused onto Vic’tao who was directly in your face. Both of your hands grasped his cheeks and pulled his nose to nose with you. “You’re not lying? I’m pregnant?” You needed to hear it again, to make sure Uihoy or him weren’t lying straight to your face. You had to know.

He grunted with a nod.

Oh my god. You were pregnant. After thinking all this time you would never be with a child – not it bothered you, it was finally happening! You squealed and jumped in place, arms thrusted up into the air. New tears prickled the corner of your eyes. Happy tears.

Then, you tackled Uihoy, nearly taking him down to the floor. Your arms crushed the confused Yautja before he returned the embrace in a soft gesture. You buried your face into his neck and deeply breathed in his scent. How you missed being this close with the two of them.

Next, you wrenched yourself away from him to embrace Vic’tao in the same manner. He didn’t expect the hit and fell onto his back, cradling you in a protective manner. You could care less and breathed in his missed scent as well. You could almost cry from how much you longed for their touch.

After a small miscommunication between the three of you, all was well. They explained to you that female Yautjas are different when pregnant. They didn’t know if it was the same for a human. So, they decided to proceed with caution. Worst of all, both of them thought you knew you were pregnant. A female can sense the change inside of themselves within the first three weeks. Clearly, you didn’t know until they told you.

From that day forward, they were the best to-be-daddies. They waited on foot and hand for you. Whatever you wanted, you didn’t even need to move from the bed or chair. They’ll get it for you. They wanted to show they could not only care for you during a time like this but for the baby as well. Which, you a sit down about.

Besides the cultural differences you already knew existed, you had them explain what happens with a female being pregnant. Females usually were by themselves during the pregnancy unless they had a permanent mate. Since the two of them had never encountered this situation before, they didn’t know how to handle it.

Females would go through the entire pregnancy by themselves. Those more experience would just give birth the same way. First time mothers or those with little under their belt would call upon others for help.

This knowledge made you terrified but amazed at the same time. The fact they could do this all by themselves was phenomenal. Yet, you knew you could never do that. You didn’t want to be alone.

Besides that one miscommunication, life with the boys had been great. Well, for the most part. Of course, with you being pregnant as a human, they didn’t let you go hunting with them anymore. That was the highlight of your days when they would take you out. It was sketchy enough to let you join them but pregnant. They explained to you your scent would draw every predator in. A pregnant creature meant slower prey to those predators.

So, for the rest of the six months or so, you stayed inside the ship. They would take you out during supervised excursions around the ship. But they would never let you leave their sight.

For the pregnancy itself, it wasn’t bad. Your belly grew far quicker than you thought was normal. Both of them wished to take you to a medic to get checked out. Unfortunately, from each other own clans, they heavily disagreed with hybrids. Bringing you into their territory would unfortunately be the death of your child.

It was just the three of you facing the world with a child on the way.

When it came to the birth, the tub was your best friend all the way through. Both of your mates stayed at your sides the entire time. Whatever you needed, they retrieved it within seconds. They allowed for you body to go through its natural course.

Uihoy was the first to scoop up the yellow floating blob in the water. A powerful cry escaped from her tiny lungs. The sound sent relief through all of your veins. Uihoy quickly passes the heavy baby to you and helps you cradle her close. If you didn’t know any better, you would say this was one of the biggest babies you’ve ever seen before.

By the color of her scales, all of you could tell this was Vic’tao’s child. His first one. He likes to say he was a good sport but the first week, he would rub it into Uihoy’s face. The older Yautja would huff and chuckle while shaking his head. He didn’t mind at all. Since it was possible, there was always a chance for the next to be his anyhow.

As for them being dads, you couldn’t ask for anything or anyone else. They stepped up one-hundred and twenty percent to the plate. When you needed a break, one of them would whisk her away. The other, with your consent, would stay at your side and let you sleep for however long you needed.

It was all by trial and error. None of you knew what you were doing. Uihoy has had children before, but the female would go off to do their own thing. Plus, Quir-oe was a hybrid. A mix of both human and Yautja. Figuring out her needs was difficult. Yautjas eat raw meet but humans don’t. Yautjas stomachs are hardier than humans. The last thing you wanted to do was get her sick.

Over time, Quir-oe would grow. Despite your concerns for her to follow the path of a Yautja warrior, you could see that was what she wanted. It was what she needed. She had this drive to hunt.

Both of your mates would switch who would take her out for a hunting trip. Since she could hold up her own head and walk, they would each take her with them. Every time, you were terrified something would happen. You had to accept that fact with your mates that one day they may not come back from a hunt. But this was different, this was your daughter. No, you didn’t love her more than them or vice versa. But it was a different kind of love and need to protect her.

Yet, you couldn’t take her from the hunt.

Like the dads they are, they would take Quir-oe out to teach her.

Despite this being the first time any of you worked as family, it was perfect. You smiled down at the three of them in cuddled together in bed. A filled waterskin in your hand.

Uihoy cracked open an eye and reached out a hand to you. Your family may not be perfect, but it was the best thing you’ve ever hand. You took his hand and let him pull you down. He held your back to his chest and curl around you. All but Quir-oe’s legs were mixed together at the end of the bed. You hummed softly and let your eyes drift shut.

The Yautja behind you buried his face into your neck then stilled. His claws clenched the material of your shirt. You tensed, about to open your mouth to question what was wrong. Uihoy beat you to it.

Uihoy Joined the two of you by placing his head on top of yours and wrapping his arms around you. A short purr came from him. You giggled, then let your camera drop from yours to reach up and cut his jaw. The camera hung from around your neck on a lanyard. His arms tightened around your torso for a moment before letting go. The three of you continued walking another hundred feet or so before the foliage split to reveal glistening lake near the Peak of the mountain. You gasped at the beautiful sight before bringing up your camera and pointed it at the lake. A few shots were taken. Your camera shattering clicking with the dozen of photos you've taken.

“Man, even if the uukingle doesn't show, seeing this would be worth it. One hundred percent,” you told the two males shadowing behind you. “I feel we should do a few shots of you guys if it doesn't come in the next few hours. How about it?” there were plenty of photos on this camera and back on the ship of the three view. But, what does a few more hurt? Plus their hands themselves with a place like this? It's a memory you want to keep even long after you die.

The purple yautja Couldn't help the start that left his mouth. He gazed at you from behind his bio mask. “No objections here,” Uihoy said and meandered over to the lake. Without hesitation, you followed after him and knelt down at the shore. You got low to the ground and aimed your camera to be leveled with the water. It was only an inch above the water. A few more shots were taken as well. You brought the camera up to your face and scrolled through what you have already. Today was going to be perfect! Your photo book for today was going to be filled full.

Soon enough, you find yourself climbing up into a tree with large palm-like leaves that hide you perfectly. Yet, you had spots you could move to see the lake if the uukingle appeared.

Uihoy Found a branch higher up to string a hammock on and placed himself in it. The fibers of his hammock creaked softly as he slowly rocked himself. A smile graced your lips. New snapped a few photos of him, knowing those were going to be printed and posted in their workshop as soon as possible.

The shutter of your camera stirred Uihoy. His bright yellow orbs peered over the edge of the hammock down at you a couple of branches below him. You giggled when he caught you red handed and turned your face away, eyes still looking up at him. He rolled his eyes and settled back down in the hammock with a deep, old man grumble.

At your side, Vic’tao nudged your side with an elbow and snickered. You leaned against him. “Yeah, he is. Such a grumpy old man,” Vic played along keeping his tone down too. Uihoy could easily hear the two of you. You know this without a doubt.

Said purple yautja snorted again and shifted around in his hammock. The two you snickered to each other once more. Then, you calm down and laid belly down on the branch. With your camera, you used it to zoom in on the soilage surrounding the lake.

The fauna on this planet wasn't green like back on earth. It was an array of red to yellow. It made you think the plants are dying or dehydrated. According to the universe wide web, it's because the light they receive most is red and blue right. Such a cool thing to learn about for an alien planet.

That position soon grew to be uncomfortable period your ribs digging into the branch. So, you shifted back up into a sitting position, straddling the branch between your legs. A sigh of relief left your lips afterwards. You looked over at Vic’tao and found him resting back against the trunk of the tree, eyes closed and softly napping. You pointed your camera all the same and snapped a few shots of him as well.

You come through the photos you've just taken and smiled to yourself. Both Vic and Uie looked at peace and calm period they deserved to be after all they do for you. Like taking you here or giving opportunities to take pictures of or with them. Then, you get to print out photos of them and post them around the ship or have them in a binder to keep.

Suddenly, you hear the soft whisper of metal sliding free. Instantly, your head whipped up. The slightest distortion above Uihoy major heart drop.

“Uihoy!” You shouted his name in terror and scrambled to your feet. The hidden form above you shimmered as it moved. Uihoy jolted at the shrieking of his name. Vic’tao Was less than a second behind. The form reveal itself as two blades sank into Uihoy’s chest. You cried out at the sight of neon green blood dripping down the curved shape of wrist blades.

Uihoy snarled and threw a fist. It flew directly at the figure and struck something. You heard a pain grunt and a body smacking into the trunk of the tree. Uihoy climbed out of the hammock he's in to stand directly in front of the form. The camouflage failed to keep them concealed. It revealed a male yautja heavily scarred, snarling viciously.

A squeak left your lips when arms wrapped around your torso. Air whooshed past you. Gravity taken hold of your weight before Vic landed on his feet, taking the brunt of the fall. Vic Tau lets you go and instantly climbs back up the tree in no time to help Uihoy. You watch from the base of the tree as your two mates fight against this attacker.

Despite the fear that gripped your heart, the weight of the camera pulled heavy around your neck. With shaky hands, you aimed the lens at the battling males. The camera caught each moment as power and skill battled each other period yet, why would this random male try to attack the three of you? He didn't even bring down his camouflage before the attack. That was a bad blood behavior. Your eyes narrowed at the realization. Shit.

Vic Tao gets up there just in time for Uihoy to receive a foot to his chest. The purple male was sent flying backwards and off the branch. You watched, helpless, as Uihoy fell down his back slammed into a branch below. He barely has the breath to catch himself. Your hands dropped the camera to cover your mouth. A sharp gasp leaving your lips. You were shocked that didn't break his spine in half. Uihoy catches himself by digging his claws into the park and hauling himself back up.

As a simple human, there's not much you can do to help. The climb a tree like this without the safety of your mates would end in pain or death all you could do was watch as Vic’tao faces the bad blood by himself. He already drew out his combistick and wielded it with skill and valor despite his cheating opponent. You draw your camera back up and capture each block or jab thick Vic’tao made. He was going to kill the bad blood in the end. He would want to see photos afterwards.

For your safety, you backed up to get a better shot. Vic’tao slashed combistick at the brown attacker. The bad blood barely gets missed and drives his own wrist blades for too close for comfort. Vic’tao stumbles back, his foot missing the step back. He steps off the edge and onto the branch below. The same one Uihoy Was on. Both are back on their feet in an instant. Uihoy launches himself back up with a deep snarl that came from his chest. The air vibrated. You take more pictures as Uihoy faces him head on despite the stab wounds in his barrel chest.

Blood leaked from four points on Uihoy torso. Two on the front and two on the back. You can hear how ragged Uihoy sounded and feared the damage done to him. How bad was it? Where had the blades hit? His lungs, his heart? Important organs that could kill him at this rate.

Behind the bad blood, Vic’tao appeared behind him and dashed forward. Uihoy did the same, unleashing his own wrist blades with a sharp swish. The brown yautjas ducks Uihoy’s swipe but can't dodge vex attack. His pointed spear jabbed into his chest and stuck out the other side. Thick roared. The sound echoing throughout the forest, scaring everything within miles off. You slapped your hands over your ears. Only to snatch your camera up at the site the thick lifting the speared yautja up. Then, he brought the combistick down to the branch. Their attacker weakly squirming around, still alive.

Purple mate stalked forward and squatted down onto his haunches. A low growl came from his chest, the noise choppy and gurgled. Uihoy reached down and snatched his tresses, pulling the figures head up to face Uihoy. He leaned in close, hand tightening around the tresses. The Yautja snarled from the added pane and glared at Uihoy. Vic stood over the half dead predator, hand on the combistick.

There was an exchange of words but you couldn't hear them. Yet, you see the terror the brown predators bright yellow eyes. They flickered down at your form just below them, on the forest floor. Then, he returned his attention to the terrifying elder in front of him. By the sounds of it, he started to beg, to plead for his worthless life. His weak arms uselessly pushing at Uihoy. Thick twisted his grip on the spear. The tip split to ends off and slice the bad blood into two.

The purple Yautja tied the severed head to his waist. Your other mate shrank his calm beast stick back down and clipped it to his waist as well. Each of them were heavily bloodied. Some of it theirs, but the majority of it was their attacker.

Nervously, you let the camera hang and took a timid step forward. It was rare for you to see them like this after an attack. You weren't sure how they'd react to your presence while still in that predator mindset. You played with your hands behind your back while submissively bowing your head period to show you were no threat to them.

Vic’tao and all of his yellow glory knelt down in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders. He turns you this way and that way. He checks over you and finds no injuries. Then, Vic cups your jaw and brings your brow to hits. A stopper tumbles out of his chest. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes a sigh left your lips. The tension you once held was finally released. They were fine.

“What was his goal going to be going against the two of you?” you asked after a few minutes of silence. Your eyes fluttered open to find the two of them looking down at you. “Why did he just attack us? Was he after us?”

Uihoy took a kneeling spot next to his mate. “was a bad blood. Probably thought could get the jump on Vic and Uie. Did not work period mate is safe,” he rumbled lowly and took one of your hands. UIHOY brings your limb to his chest. The blood was sticky and starting to crust. But, you felt his strong heart beat underneath all the layers of muscle and bone. They were okay and alive.

The body close by drew your attention. Your eyes flickered over to each half nearer each other period his armor was primitive and less technological. It seemed he lived on the land. But, that's not what caught your gaze. You moved around the two yautjas and went over to the body.

Bone armor. You knelt down and examined a skull that hung off the dead predator's waist. Small. About the size of a coyote’s The same size of a uukingle.

“No,” you gasped and plucked the skull off of the body. The antlers had been long cut off. But, this was a uukingle skull. He had killed 1 and stole its antlers for their healing properties. “No! This bastard killed one!” he was definitely deemed a bad blood now. Oh, you wished it was you who killed the bastard for this.

Those creatures were so exclusive. So hard to find. There were so few of them left. Only suspected to be a hundred left in total. And he killed one.

Behind you, Vic’tao wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you snugged to him. “Come on, let's go home. I'll carry you.” You tried to oppose him but he already scooped you into his arms. One hand grabbed at the back of his neck to stabilize yourself. Your other hand holds on to your camera.

On this random planet that had become a good pit stop, the weather was nice and calm. Alien birds and other creatures called out in the jungle, bring life and song to the space. Sweat dripped down your face. Your shirt long tossed off. You’ve gotten over the nervous of showing off too much skin to these guys or anyone in general. In a way, you’ve adapted to how Yautjas lived. Not that you’ll ever be able to fully live like them on worlds like this. Yet, that’s why you had each other. You had skills and talents they didn’t have. All three of you complimented and completed each other.

These are where they are good… And other’s you just want to rip off one of your heads.

Your toe catches on the lip of something. Your entire body goes careening forward with the added weight. A scream leaves your lips along the down. Then, you’re squished between two jugs of water. The sudden weight on your ribs coursing them groan.

In a moment, of shock, you just lie there with an airy groan. The last of the air in your lungs gone. You gasped and refilled your lungs before rolling onto your side. The jug on your back slams into the good as well. All you could do in the moment was relish in the torment and anger of what just happened. Then, you slipped the packs off your shoulders and unsteadily stood up.

Nothing felt… broken. Just sore with a bit of pain each deep breath you took. You glanced back to see what you had tripped on and about blew a gasket.

“Vic’tao!” you screamed his full name at the top of bruised lungs. The ship went silent as if it, too, held its breath at the ass chewing one of your mates was about to receive.

Said yellow Yautja didn’t appear. The hunter became the hunted. You scour the entire ship to find him in the cockpit. Uihoy nowhere to be seen to save his unlucky mate.

You stomped your way into the cockpit, steaming blowing your ears. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to pick up after yourself?! You act like a child that I have to pick up afterwards.” His orange-yellow eyes blazed with fire when you called him a ‘child’.

His shoulders drew up to his upper mandibles, hands curling into his fists. A sharp, sudden growl ripped from his chest. Vic’tao stomped over to you in a threatening display. A display that despite being his mate for two years… scared you. Your heart leapt into your throat and got stuck. Vic’tao towered over you with his 6’10 figure that struck fear in the bravest of soldiers. And you weren’t a solider, you were his mate.

Regret was bitter in your mouth.

“You dare call me a child! I’m no suckling. I’m a pauking hunter,” he roared at you, getting far too close for comfort in a moment like this. You couldn’t help as your body began to shake under his piercing gaze. “And that means I get to do anything I want to. Including putting my footwear wherever I please.”

The yellow Yautja growled deep in his chest as he bent his back and crowded into your personal space. His hot breath washed over your face. There was no words to say. His yelling and too near of presences activated something in your brain, locking you in place. You kept your gaze down on the ground, not daring to meet an angered predator’s eyes.

“There’s never been a problem about it until you come along,” Vic’tao sneered. Oh, that broke something in your heart. You could hear a crack Tears brimmed the edges of your eyes. A mantra of ‘don’t cry’ echoes in your mind. You can’t show weakness in front of a predator.

All you could do was just nod your head and tried to toe your way out of the situation. Vic’tao’s sharp eyes instantly caught the movement. “Now, you’re going to pauking run after daring to call me a suckling.” You flinched, muscles instantly locking up. The first tear falling.

Realization dawned over his features. Guilt swarmed those bright eyes of his. A new stillness, quietness entered the air. You were the first to break it by spinning on your heel and rushing out of the cockpit only to run blindly into a familiar, warm chest.

A blurry, blob of purple stood in front of you. You were quick to wipe away the tears. Uihoy was looking over you, a scary expression on his face. The purple Yautja wrapped his arms around your torso and began to purr. The affects were instant. You melted into his warm body and stopped shaking as bad.

Vic took a breath. “Silence!” Uihoy hissed. Only one word was needed. Your mate scooped you up in his arms and carried you away from the situation. You didn’t even dare to glance over his shoulder. Not with the terrifying reminder of how Vic’tao eyes had darkened with anger.

Your mate carriers you into the comfort and safety of your shared bedroom. Not a word is uttered from either of you. Uihoy sits down in the middle of the concave bed in the floor and settles you in his lap. Your side pressed against his chest. His purring doesn’t stop. It rolls over you and allows the tension coiled in your body start to relax. Your eyes grew heavy the longer he purred. A well known tactic to get you to calm down. And that you needed.

When you wake up the next day, only Uihoy was there. No familiar heat to press against your back> A part of you deflated at that. That yesterday wasn’t a nightmare you conjure up. You sagged against Uihoy. His arms slung over your waist pulled you towards him an extra inch. You snuggled up closer to him and purged yesterday’s memory from your mind. At least, for now.

From then, Vic made himself scarce. The only times you would see him was fleeting moments. Just the hint of his yellow and blue scales before he scampers off to a different part of the ship.

You resumed collecting water only to find the job already completed and the entryway cleared of any shoes or boots. All of them tucked away in the space they were supposed to be. Uihoy also hung around more often than not. Either to scare off Vic’tao or to offer his presences for comfort. You gratefully took it, needing some distance from Vic’tao for the time being.

Because being reminded in such a way that they could cause serious injury so easily was terrifying. You hated that for two different reasons.

At nights, even after departing that planet, Vic’tao wouldn’t step into the bedroom. You didn’t know where he would go. Not that it mattered much. The only comfort you needed was Uihoy’s.

The bulky purple giant would stick close by an even herd you towards places where he had chores to do. In downtime, he would offer his lap to you, which you could never deny. Then, Uihoy would pull up a movie or read or just hold you. Whatever you needed, your mate gave you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Two weeks of this went by. The ship was docked on another planet that was populated by intelligent life. All you saw of Vic’tao was a flash of yellow down the ramp and he was gone from sight. You couldn’t help the small frown that graced your lips. This was starting to hurt your heart.

It wasn’t a trio without your third.

The two of you strolled off of the docked ship, paid the fee, and went off into the bustling city. You’ve never been here before. A whole new language that Uihoy had to resort to his biomask to communicate with the locals. As for yourself, you stuck to Uihoy’s side like glue. Not daring to wander off in this new, unknown place.

At times, it felt like someone was watching you. Yet, when you try to scan the crowds, nothing stuck out. Only a few on lookers who have never seen a human before. It wasn’t just them though.

Your eyes narrowed in response. A huff left your lips. A tug on your hand brought you back to your immediate surroundings. Uihoy’s gaze was on you. Concern and worry flickering in them. You give him a shake of your head to brush it off the situation and let him guide you through the vendor alleyway.

This is one of best times you like being off the ship. You get to window ship and see new things. Though, the crowded streets are annoying and a bit dangerous depending what species is walking around. Some don’t have courtesy to watch out for the small creatures around them.

A few items along the way caught your eye. You didn’t buy them though, thinking it was best not to add more to your collection. So, the two of you continued on, going well into the day. The sun began to set. Both of you decided to head back to the ship and wait for Vic’tao to return if he hasn’t.

What was waiting for you in the entryway of the ship had you gasped.

Every item you had showed even the slightest of interest in was laid out of a blanket on the floor. On the other side was a kneeling Vic’tao. Instantly, you connected the dots of it being him who was watching you the entire time.

The shamed Yautja timidly lifted his head. His blue, grey tresses swayed with the move. The sorrow, the regret, the anguish in his eyes broke your heart even more. He tilted his face back down. His hands toyed with he other in his lap.

Behind you, Uihoy came up and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I-“ Vic’tao swallowed hard. “I want to apologize for my actions, my sweet mate.” He kept his head bowed. “I never meant for my voice to raise at you for any reason. Ever. I can’t take back the horrible things I’ve said. But, I pray to Paya that you can find a way to forgive.” His hands balled into fists to stop them from moving.

Uihoy’s hands were light. They slipped off your shoulders as you took a step forward. You walked around the gifts and stopped at Vic’s side. Your mate timidly raised his head to look at you. A soft smile graced your lips. You kneeled down and cupped his lower mandibles.

Hope blossomed in his golden eyes.

A minute nod was give him. “Yes, love. I forgive. All I ask is to never do that again.” You rubbed your thumb against his mandibles and take a deep breath. “I, too, am sorry for calling you a child. I did not mean it.” You should’ve let those words leave your mouth in the first place. He despised it.

He nodded in your grasp. “Promise.” His upper mandible raised in a smile gesture.

Since living on the ship for the last two years, you’ve learned the ins and outs of the space. You carefully lowered yourself down and snuck around the edge of the cockpit. All while staying out of his and the camera’s line of sight. He may be a hunter, but you know him well enough to be stealthy.

It works. You crawled underneath the main console and began to move closer to Vic’tao. He may not look entirely engrossed in what the three other Yautjas were speaking about, he was pay attention. That much could be told by just his eyes alone. They were zeroed in on the screen. Perfect. You continued on and crawled all the way to his seat. He never once changed his gaze.

Within those two years, they have taught you useful skills as a hunter. Skills you used to sneak forward on your knees until you were knelt between his open legs. This was always a sight you loved to see. The handsome face of your mate above you. You smiled then gingerly placed your hands on his knees. He jerked at the touch, head whipping down to find you.

That curl of your lips was dangerous. The yellow Yautja relaxed in front of the camera. His free hand dipped down to rest on top of your hand on his leg. You leaned forward and placed a kiss against the inside of his softer thighs. The muscles underneath your touch tensed.

His finger twitched against your wrist, nails slightly digging into feeble skin. Another kiss to the tense muscles had one of his mandibles quaking. He may be a hunter in a lot of ways but his strength leans at your gentle caresses.

The intensity of his eyes met yours. Warnings floating around in the yellow irises. Warnings you’ve never listened to once in your life.

When you leaned down again, you ran your tongue up a few inches. The hand on your hand snatched the top of your hair and pulled you off. All in his eyes shone need. A need for you. You airily giggle and stuck out your tongue at him. Vic’tao lifted his head off of his other hand and stuffed two fingers into your mouth.

You choked on the two long digits invading your mouth and swallowed awkwardly around him. Vic pushed down on your tongue. Your mouth was forced open. A hum sounded from the male before his attention snapped back to the three Yautjas beginning to chitter. You only knew some of language to understand they were teasing Vic.

The sound you had made reached the microphone and relayed to them. Vic’tao grumbled and rolled his eyes but refused to take his fingers out. Drool began to drip down your chin, unable to swallow properly.

“I wanna see the beaut that has Vic’s attention,” one taunted in a deep voice. “Why don’t you show them off? Fuck them on the chair you’re on?” Your eyes snapped wide while gazing up at Vic, wondering if he would just that.

A resonating snarl ripped from the tall male above you. His fingers gripped the strands of your hair tighter. “Don’t even imagine what they look like. They are ours.” Your core fluttered around nothing. Fuck, you loved when he got possessive with you. The marks they permanently scarred your skin with are a clear sign that you belonged to them. As much as they belonged to you.

“Look at little Vic, showing his nature off,” another jesters and laughs. Neither Vic or Uihoy would allow for another to see you naked. It is their privilege; one you agree with. Only they are allowed to see every inch of you.

The screen disappears before your very eyes. Vic’s mandibles are wide in a display. He drags his fingers out of your mouth and wraps that hands around throat. Despite the trust in him, you couldn’t help but grasp at his wrist. Your nails dig into his scales, unable to break the surface let alone leave a dent in their wake.

Vic drags you to your feet and bends down to push his face into yours. “Little hunter grew brave today. But will come to learn how much of a mistake that will be,” he rumbled and squeezed around your neck, fortifying his words. You held back a giddy smile and looked at him with wide eyes. “Fight me all you want, but you are begging for this.”

Instantly, you knew you were in deep.

Your scalp is released. He leads you out of the cockpit and towards the bedroom door. His steps are long and quick, forcing you to stumble and rely on his hold to keep you upright.

Once in the confinements of your shared bedroom, he shoves you back and let’s go. You are finally free. Or are you? The look in his eyes increases, showering you in a predator expression. A shudder runs along your spin. You felt like prey but you weren’t going to run away.

His fist slams against the keypad by the door, officially locking us in here together. Vic stalks to the side, towards one of the hidden compartments around the room. “That was sneaky of you.” The cabinet opens at a single touch. “To come while I was distracted by some of my old hunt brothers.” He grabs something colorful before it’s hidden by his torso. “Then to tease me, knowing I couldn’t expose you. I would never expose you in front of anyone besides myself and Uihoy.”

He spins on his heel to face. Rope was held in his large hands. “It irks me they dared to ask such a thing. Only your skin is for our eyes to see.” He stalked towards you in a slow, deilbrate manner. Every one step, you took two backwards. “I will punish you. You don’t get to tease me and walk away freely.” A smirk pulled at his mandibles. “I should say, you won’t be able to walk at all.”

Your back met the smooth, cool wall, shoulders jumping. Vic stood less than ten feet away before he ate up every foot between the two of you. His torso trapped you to the wall, officially pinning you in place. You had no place to run to.

Two fingers pinched your chin and tugged it up to face him. Your hands were splayed on the wall, frozen in place. His other hand trapped your neck. That’s when your own wrapped around his wrist, nails again biting into thick skin. The Yautja chuckled lowly into your ear. “Give me a good fight, little hunter,” he purred. The vibrations caused goosebumps to appear on your arms.

He wants you to fight him, like a female would.

A brow was raised at him before you locked down. One foot kicked out struck a softer area on the inner thighs. He grunts, hand loosening. You took the chance to force his hand off of you and kicked him in the torso. Vic stumbles back and stands up straight. A glint enters his yellow eyes. You forcefully swallow down a growing lump.

Vic’tao lunges. You roll just in time out of the way and scramble away from him. He follows. Like a game of cat and mouse. Every time he would attempt to grab you, you would dodge barely in time. He growls his frustration after the fourth time.

“Such a good game. Able to stay away but for how long can you keep this up?” His claws skate across your arm, leaving nothing in their wake. “Soon you’ll tire.” His heavily body crashes you to the floor and captures both of your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head. Vic leans down. “Then, you’ll be at my mercy.” His long, skinny tongue licks up a bead of sweat rolling down your face.

Despite the weight difference, he uses just enough to keep you pinned in place to the hard, metal floors. Your legs kick out, kneeing him in the back. But, he just uses his lower legs to trap your thighs, effectively trapping you.

His palm touches your sternum and dipped down a little before ensnaring your throat again. “Remember the time you had tied me up? Remember that? When you had the time to do anything you wanted?” Your lips pressed into a tight line. That’s why he pulled out the rope. “I think it’s your turn.”

Your breath came out in shuttering pants.

You were turned onto your stomach before he slipped off to be knelt at your side. “Now, be a good little ooman,” he purred deeply before maneuvering you into position. The fight had left you. You wanted to experience what he was about to punish you with.

He put you on your knees, chest pressed to them with your arms back. With the rope, he tied both your forearms and calves to one another. This forced your ass up into the air to keep a more comfortable position.

One of his hands caress the swell of your butt cheek then grabbed a handful. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you. “This is a sight to behold, little hunter. Bent over and at my mercy. Paya smiles down on me today.” His hand lands beside your head as he curls over your back. His mouth next to your ear. In a low voice, he whispers, “Say red and I’ll immediately cut the ropes off.”

“Okay,” you responded quietly as well. He hummed then returned to his knees. Both of his hands touched the small of your back and ran up its length. All of your clothing still hugged your body.

This isn’t the first nor will it be the last he’ll have you tied at his mercy. Your empty cunt fluttered around nothing as he touched you in a non-sexual way. “Do you know the ways I could take you? And there is nothing you could do to stop me. These ropes far too thick for you to break.” The back of your shirt was crumbled then torn straight off of you.

A gasp tore at your throat. Not that you were surprised. It seemed to be a favorite thing for the two of them. “Vic’tao!” you scolded and pulled on the ropes but they didn’t even groan in protest. Fuck, he’s got these on there tightly.

“Hmm, much better.” He drags his claws over your exposed back. You tried to arch away from him but couldn’t due to the position he’s tied you in. They never cut. He hooked a claw on the waistband of your shorts and pulled. It tears through the fabric easily.

You whined at the feeling of being so exposed to him and tried to inch forward away from him. Until he palms at your soaked underwear. All movement stops. Only thing you could hear is the thundering of your heart and his deep laugh. He hooks a finger around the section blocking off your pussy and pulls. Before it could rip, he lets go and it snaps against your skin. You mewled, body trying to straighten despite being tied in a certain position.

It stung against you throbbing clit. You turned your head to press it against the cool floor and closed your eyes. He pulls at the fabric again until it rips from his strength. The rough pad of his thumb is soaked and pushed against your clit. You panted out mewls and whimpers. “My little hunter is singing for me. I sure do love the sound.” Your hips grinded down on his thumb, sending pleasure up your spine.

Fingers grabbed at the roots of your hair and tugged you up. A cry left your lips. “Such a needy little ooman, grinding on my fingers. Are they not good enough for you?” He eases your head down back to the floor.

Dulled nails prodded against your soaked entrance before three were shoved in. Your eyes snapped open as you choked on a gasped. The soft, plush walls of your pussy clenched down on his hand. He roughly presses down on your sensitive bundle of nerves sending shocks of pleasure-pain up your spine.

“So tight around my fingers. You could push me out if you wanted but I feel how greedy you are. You are sucking them in. You want me deeper, hm?” He continued to push more into you, overpowering the muscles of your vagina. “You want me deep. Say… here?” His fingertips brushed against the smooth texture of your cervix. Your knees knock against each other at how fast your closed them. As if that’ll do anything to stop him.

A groan resonates from his wide chest. You squeaked out his name, feeling overwhelmed. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean. “Don’t fret. I’ve got something better than just my fingers. Something that’ll reach that deep.”

The familiar feeling of a pointed cockhead pressed to your entrance. As you took a breath in to relax, he forced the entire length inside of you. You cried out and clawed at you calves; the only thing you could reach. It hurt but fuck, it felt so good.

Vic’tao placed a hand between your shoulder blades and leaned down. His palm rubbed soothing circles there. “Good little hunter. I feel you so tight around me,” he praised before lifting back off of you and pinned you down by your upper back.

There was no time to recooperate your feelings or emotions. Vic’tao pulled back until only the head rested inside of you then shoved all the way to his hips. And he didn’t stop. You whimpered and whined while shimming your knees wider.

“That’s it. I feel you opening up to me. You like it when I take you rough, like I would do to a female Yautja,” he growled and slammed harshly into you. You hissed behind clenched teeth and panted heavily. “You want me to bend you over any surface and push my cock into you. I can do that. Anytime. Lay my claim on you on every surface of our home.”

His pace began to speed up. If it wasn’t for the pressure between your shoulder blades, he would’ve pushed across the floor.

Obscene sounds echoed back at you from the force of his thrusts pushing your juices out. You whimpered and glanced over your shoulder at Vic’tao. The man had a possessive look on his face. His hunt brothers’ words probably whispering into his ears as he ravaged you. He growled when he noticed you peeking at him.

The hand that held your hip in a bruising grasp moved. The slightly wettened thumb toyed with your other hole. You inhaled sharply and whipped your head up. It wasn’t like they haven’t before but you weren’t expecting the touch. Vic pressed in. A low moan escaped your throat. The feeling of being filled in such way was delicious.

“You just got tighter. I wished Uihoy was here. He may not like the fact I treat you so roughly despite you craving it. But when the two of us are inside of you at the same time…” Vic’tao trailed off into a groan, head tilted back. “It’s a feeling I would never forget about.”

Then, Vic’tao pulled both his thumb and cock out of you. You shouted and whipped your head to look at him angrily. You were getting close. Yet, the glint in his eyes before the head of his cock shoving into your other hole had you screaming out. Pain shocked through your system and lightning raced up your spine. You groaned and squirmed. His sharp hip bones kissed the swell of your butt cheeks. He stayed still.

The weight of his hand lifted off of your shoulders when he curled over you again. “Remember, red if you want to stop. Is this okay? It’s not too much, right?” he whispered into your ear. One of his hands cards his long digits through your locks.

At first you groaned, soaking in the pain. “I-I’m fine,” you responded in a quiet voice. With every molecule in your body, you trusted not only him but Uihoy with your life.

He grunted but stayed blanketed on top of you. His hips shifted and pulled his cock out slowly. You moaned. The head stayed nestled inside of you. Vic pushed at the same speed as before and filled you again.

There was something different, maybe primal about the way he’s claiming you. It reached deep into your heart and brought out a whole different person in the moment. Not only does he need this connection with you, but so do you. You need to feel him everywhere.

One of his hands reaches below and goes between your legs. Rought finger pads pressed against your throbbing clit. A high pitch whine escaped you at the extra pleasure. Your toes curl in. He hooks his entire arm around your throat and forces you slightly up. Your arms fight against the ropes to claw at his arm. Yet, the ropes stayed.

“That’s it. Take it. Good, so good for me,” he growled and started to pick up his pace. The pain melted away like always and brought forth a different kind of pleasure soaking into your bones.

Your muscles allowed him in, relaxing. It wasn’t long before harsh slapping echoed back at you. With the way his arm surrounded your neck, your weight and his forceful thrusts slowly deprived you of air. Your head grew light, face turning red. There wasn’t anything you could do to stop it.

And you just let it happen.

Vic’tao tensed the muscles in his arm and quickened his speed of his thrusts and fingers. Your legs began to shake before you knew it. “Yeah, yeah. That’s it. I can feel you tightening. Come around my cock and milk me inside of your ass.”

With a choked mewl, you harshly locked down on his pounding cock. A grunt echoed in your ears. Your entire body locked up, unable to move from this position. The lack of air made you dizzy, uncoordinated. You felt like you were floating above your own body.

The harsh reality slammed back into you when he didn’t stop rubbing his fingers across your oversensitive clit. You tried to squirm away from the assaulting digits but he didn’t relent. Your eyes widened. Pained pleasure washed over you and rubbed every nerve raw until you were crying.

A familiar pain expanded your hole wider before sitting just past the tight ring of muscles. You groaned with relief when the fingers stopped, body going lax in Vic’tao’s hold. The Yautja grunted and continued to rut his hips ruthlessly until the last drop of seed was spilled inside of you. Only then, he carefully slid his arm from underneath your neck and let you lay limp on the ground.

Massive hands petted your back, soothing your panting and subtle whines. A body draped over you. Warm digits brushed through your hair to get a clear view of your face. “How are you feeling?” he questioned in a voice that matched the soft ambience of the new scene.

You peeled open a crusty eye and found him peering down at you softly. A throat hum answered him. He returned his own. “Hm, that’s good to hear.” He worked on a knot in your hair for a moment. “I hope you remember this punishment for interrupting me. It’s a lesson well learned.”

Despite the drool leaking from your lips, your mouth curled into a subtle smirk. “Yeah, lesson well learned,” you mocked and laughed hoarsely. If that punishment meant you got tied up and pounded within an inch of your life, sign you up again.

His claws dug into your scalp for only a moment. “Oh, you sneaky little devil. If only I hadn’t knotted you. I’d show you how much of a punishment I can dish out.” The grin didn’t leave your lips. You purposefully clenched around him. He snarled straight into your ear. “By Paya’s name, you’ll won’t be able to walk or even sit down properly once my knot goes down.”

Human but not. You were raised Yautja. You were blood bound to the honor code, scared forever. For this honor, you took up the mantle as an enforcer. Many disapprove, many looked down at you. Small, weaky, human.

They all thought you would perish on the first hunt. A human couldn’t go against a trained Yautja. Yet, when you returned with the head and proved to the elders that not only are you capable, but worthy of the title. They had no choice but to bestow the title on the first human in history to you. Your adoptive dam was beyond proud of your new status among the clan. It was seen that she had raised you right, leading for her to have plenty of suitors for the next season.

More trophies decorate your ship. Many from the heads of Bad Bloods you’ve taken down. A proud sight you happily showed to those who come to visit. There was no need to hide away the fact you may be human in your core, but you were Yautja. Raised this way and shone through the darkness of what once shadowed you.

Like times before, this hunt was no different. This Bad Blood drags himself to earth. Some believe hiding amongst the intelligent species will be their shield. But now, the Yautjas had you. You could move amongst your species with ease. No one suspecting little ol’ you could do much harm.

You were the perfect hunter.

With the needed supplies loaded onto your ship for the journey, you take to the universe. Stars and planets alike whiz passed while jumped from one end of space to the other. The ship appears close to a planet called mars by the humans. The red planet acting like your shield for only a moment before you can pull yours up.

Now, invisible to any of earth’s detection systems, you continue forward. There was no need to rush the hunt. Your prey always falls into your trap. Time will only tell when.

The blues, whites, and greens of earth’s surface had grown boring after the third trip that had taken you here. The colors disinterested you. All passing in blur.

A screen in front of you located where the Bad Blood was last seen. You guided your ship towards the direct spot. This Bad Blood was known for his tricks. He likes to dig into a spot. The chances of him still being here were high. If he didn’t need to move, he wouldn’t. Not until you come for him. The perfect predator on a planet like this. Home to humans. Your species.

Yet, with him dug in like tiyt in your skin, it would be difficult to pierce his defenses. Any other Yautja would be far off worse. His scopes on the look out for a Yautja… not a human. You grinned to yourself as you set down the ship. It came to light drop on the earth’s ground in the middle of an abandoned parking lot.

A wire fence built around the space. No one could easily discover your spacecraft this far out on the edges of the massive city. A concrete jungle as the elites and elders call it back home.

The hunt begins.

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The high pitch ding from his gauntlet has the Yautja stopping in his tracks. An alert to a Yautja entering the vicinity. He glances over at the hidden form of his partner. Uihoy, too, has paused and was pulling up the screen on his gauntlet. A known name popping up.

Both of them perked up at the sight. This human has been the talk ever since they were allowed to stay on Yautja Prime. It shouldn’t have been allowed by many peoples thoughts. Yet, when you became an Enforcer, all hell broke loose. That had been the end of the world in many peoples eyes. A human? As an enforcer? But you progressed and became one of the top. Your name would be written in the stars before your death.

And that’s what caught their attention. Such a small, weak thing able to best a Yautja. Not only once or twice, but countless times. Your trophy wall was stuff of legend not even Uihoy, as a nearing elder, could compete with.

Purrs escaped each male’s throat at thought of your proximity. The eyes of their mask flashed at each other. No words needed to know they had to hunt for you, find you and show you they themselves were worthy to be in your presence. Maybe even get you to join their group, become their mate. It would be an honor.

Each dip their head at another, barely noticeable with their cloaks activated. The concrete jungle full of eyes that could endanger them. Then, they press on.

The hunt begins.

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Your pants were controlled as you leaped or grappled from roof top to roof top. The rush of blood filling your veins was exhilarating. Despite your human nature, your blood sung for the hunt. Called for the need to bring down prey twice or thrice your size. You may have been born in a human body, but you were meant to be a Yautja. Some elders have told you so.

Unlike some of your prey before, this one decided to find the heart of the city and claim it. No fool would chase after him. It could risk the exposure of Yautjas to the humans. But they had you. Able to walk among the humans like you were one of them.

Those would have to wait it out, until the Yautja needed supplies or slipped up. Many have run out of their patience and forfeit their pride to you. The human. Here you were, smirking to yourself as you walked through the streets. The skyscrapers too tall for your grapple to reach.

At this time of night, the streets were lacking of bodies. Only a select few would dare to walk. You didn’t know of the Bad Blood was asleep. Earth’s rotation cycle was different. It was shorter than Yautja Prime. By two hours. Who knows if he would be sleeping; the perfect time to slither your way into his hidey hole and take care of the issue at hand.

A grand building sat in front of you. The lights were off as if it slept itself. You peered up and took note of any weakness, anywhere to slip through. But, this was city hall. It was locked down tightly. You hummed quietly to yourself and searched thoroughly from the front, pearly gates.

This side was empty handed.

Then, you began your search of each side. All exterior doors were tested.

One offered you entrance to the space. A grin spread across your face as you slipped into the building and activated your cloak. The last thing you wanted to do was alert a night guard to your position. That’ll only cause a domino effect you really didn’t want to deal with. It would end with the Bad Blood making his escape via his ship.

That’s how you know of his position. There is an abandoned train yard under the city hall. Enough space for his crappy little ship to fit. It wouldn’t be hard to track the craft but the chase through space wouldn’t be exciting. Just jump after jump until either of you lose the other or you run out of fuel. Boring.

This though, was gold. To hunt him on his own territory that he’s called home for the last six months? You were giddy at the feeling.

With the safety of your cloak, you snuck around the quiet and dark hallways. There wasn’t a sign of life. You pulled up heat signatures on your biomask and found only a human nearby. A guard standing close to the entrance. A quiet huff left your nose. Such a weak warrior. Blind to what was around them. No wonder the humans have become so weak. Not worth the prey they used to be seen as in their more primitive age. Not that this era isn’t fairing better. Their medicines were horrors of stories. That only scratches the surface.

Viewing with different visions on your biomask led you to a locked door. You rolled your eyes before pulling out a helpful device. The tiny mechanism attached to the door handle. It made a small buzzing noise as it began its work. You glance over each of your shoulders and came up empty handed. Nothing on your radar as well.

Once the door clicked open, you softly pushed it open. It swung open on its hinges and revealed a darker stairway that lead down. The direction you were hoping to go.

If his craft was underground, he had to be nearby. Any rational Yautja would have their escape plan close by.

Death happens all the time within the species, but an unnecessary death aided no one. A tactical retreat is preferred to see the light of day and collect more trophies.

As the hunter you are, you pierced the darkness with heart full courage. It swallowed you hole and lead you down two flights of stairs. That’s when the real work began.

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Uihoy’s radar led him in the general direction of a Yautja ship. If you were on earth, it meant you were on a hunt. One you couldn’t be distracted from. So, the two took decided to search for your craft. Either you would be there or not. These two were established hunters. They could wait you out until you decided to appear.

The two of them controlled their panting. They landed down harshly on worn asphalt that nearly crumbled at their sudden force. It cracked. Each standing up on their own accord and scanning the area.

In the middle of an abandoned space devoid of life sat the cloaked spacecraft. It holds no tags but the shape was unique. Unique to you. You had earned it. Long and hard battling years. Uihoy smirked to himself, proud of finding it. He came to realization there was no one aboard. The purple, cloaked male turned his head towards his partner and grunted.

Vic’tao’s camouflage flashed before retreating to reveal his yellow and blue hide. “He isn’t here,” Vic grumbled with disappointment at the situation. He was raging to finally meet such a figure. Even the best of his collection hung mindfully off of his belt. He hoped it would be enough to gain your favor. It’s not like Vic’tao knew what he was doing.

There was little courting he’s experienced with. Uihoy was the one who pursued him. Vic’tao never expected to fall for a permanent mate let alone a male. But, it had happened. That felt the yellow Yautja struggling to truly understand how to court another. He’s barely experience it himself on both ends.

Under a half-moon, Uihoy’s purple scales drank in the light once his own cloak fell victim to lack of power. The short, stout male moved towards a building that connected to the parking lot. He saw it as the perfect place to hide away until the time you decided to reveal yourself.

His partner and mate followed closely, at his side. Their strides matched. They would wait, they will finish their hunt. Predators waiting for their prey.

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Throwing knives passed your head and sliced off lonely strands of your hair. You leapt up into the air just in time for three cross bolts to pierce the air you once stood at. They embedded into the wall behind you. You had to force your instinct of adrenaline rush to stop. It wouldn’t aid you when your energy would quickly leave in a moments notice.

Despite the darkness that became your hunting ground, you found your prey on the other side of a boiler room. Dug in worse than a tiyt. Little bugger would be difficult to kill. But you were determined to win. Another trophy, to add to a wall that continued to grow.

The familiar thang of a string filled the air. You dodged to the side by turning your torso out of the way. Another bolt sling shot to embed into concrete right behind you.

Snarls and hissing sounded from the anger Yautja. His sneak attack hadn’t worked neither did his back up plan to attack you afterwards. You smirked with fire alit in your eyes.

One of your smart disks was pulled from your belt. It was made for your smaller hands, designed for you specifically. It whirled to life at your command while you readied to throw it.

Another arrow launched directly at your chest. You rolled forward and let it skim above you. Then, the disk soared after the panicking Bad Blood who had the misfortune of facing you. He choked on a noise barely had to time to use a boiler as a shield. You stood back up to your full height and let the weapon fly back into your hand.

You tsked at the weak actions of this traitor. “You hide like a weakling. It will be freeing to rid you of your life. You won’t dirty the gene pool,” you hiss into the air and calmly walked towards the last spot you saw him. “A lame dog is best to be put down.” Those who are weak don’t deserve to live. Either nature will ensure this or an enforcer themselves.

“As if you can speak! You are a weak, ugly ooman. You have no right to walk among the Yautjas,” he spits back at and snatches a peek around the boiler. His bright red form on your biomask was on the verge of blending in with the heat that sweltered around you. He was smart, smarter than you gave him credit.

Words you’ve heard countless times. Demeaned for your nature. Only to shove those words back into their throats, choking them as you gained rank over and over.

The smart disk hums against your fingers. “I’ve earned my title countless times. I’ve been the one to make it in here and find you. I’ll be the one to carry your head out as your body turns into nothing. You’ll be forgotten while my name is written among the stars.” Your name has been sung with praise by the elders and ancients.

A snarl ripped from his throat. The Yautja launches himself as a weapon from behind the boiler and blind sided you. His heavy weight knocked you to the ground and pinned you underneath him. You swung with the smart disk at his bowed head. A crazy look in his eyes. His plan was to take care of you. Permantly. His eyes said it all.

He’s able to jerk his head back just enough. The sharp blades of the disk skim across his scales, nicking him. Bright green blood drips down onto your face. Some of his dreads are sliced off and caused a spray of blood. The Bad Blood hisses from the sensitive tresses loss and sends a punch flying for your head. You blocked the hit with your forearms.

Pain radiates up the bones. A good sign. Pain was good. Meant you were still alive, still fighting.

Another fist is launched at your head. You lean to the side. The fist cracks the concrete at the side of your head. You turn and latch your teeth into his skin. All of your strength was put into the bite. You felt the tall tale sign on your tongue and tasted blood.

The Yautja rips his arm back but left behind a chunk of his flesh in your mouth. You spit it out at him and used the distraction to your advantage. The disk is shoved into his chest and pierced his belly scales. He howled and reared back, losing his balance. His body tips over onto his back. You were on your feet and following the traitor with each step. There was not an open opportunity of space between you. You wouldn’t allow it.

Blood stained the floor while he dragged his body back. You grinned like a mad man with his green life essence dripping down your chin. Fear entered his golden eyes. The Yautja finally saw his death near.

Like many before, he will fall to the weak, meek human.

His back met the wall. Trapped and at your mercy. You placed a foot on his chest and pressed down. “Say your prayers to a god you bretrayed. Maybe Cetanu will forgive your transgressions,” you growled.

The disk lifted high above your head.

It was brought down with a great force.

The gruesome sound of flesh tearing echoed back at you. His head lolled to the side, nearly pausing for a second. Then, it flopped over onto the ground. Blood, bright and vibrate in the darkness, glowed. You stood to your full height and took a deep, calming breath. The hot air in here stifling.

You began the cumbersome cleaning of evidence. Not a drop of blood could be left. Not unless you want the Yautja species to be discovered. An action that would damn you and turn you into a Bad Blood. Anyone trigger happy and ready to kill the human would be free to hunt you. More than ever before.

It didn’t take long though for the blue acid to eat away at the body and left nothing behind. Nothing to be discovered. The blood, you took it upon yourself to scrub away. An action your brain has been engraved to remember. Those who taught you ensured you would never forget to pick up after yourself. Leave nothing behind.

Before finishing up, you headed towards another door that led you further underground. Towards the abandoned train yard.

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It had been hours since the two of them had taken roost in the abandoned building. The younger of the two was growing bored. Why couldn’t this damn ooman hurry up?! The trophy on his hip grew heavier. Vic’tao dug himself a deeper grave with each subconscious thought. Maybe it wasn’t good enough? Would it even turn your head towards him? Would you give him a piece of your attention? Paya, he hoped.

Movement at the edge of the fence caught his attention. The yellow and blue Yautja sat up higher and stalked towards the broken window. The cool night easily showed your blazing heat signature. You were jogging swiftly and leapt over the wired fence with ease. Your body moving with grace that only a hunter could perfect.

The male sighed and watched you slow down to a walk. Vic’tao looked over at Uihoy. The two of them nodded at the other. Then, they were on the move.

Out of the building, uncloaked, they strutted side by side. Vic’tao rounded the ship first. Your eyes immediately narrowed on him.

A warning snarl left your throat as you paused. One of your hands, the one not carrying the head of your prey, went to your belt. The smart disk just waiting to be used.

Your eyes scanned over their forms. These weren’t Bad Bloods. Their faces aren’t ones you recognize on the list. Neither did you recognize the markings on their bio-masks. You stayed weary, prepared for anything. Your head lifted as if silently challenging these two to speak.

An old elite and an average, young hunter. A strange duo.

Each of them pulled their masks free from their faces and respectfully bowed their heads. You hummed quietly to yourself. They know who you are. Not that many don’t nowadays.

The purple, a nearing elder, raised his headfirst and met your eyes in a calm manner. There was no challenge, nothing to provoke a battle. He was the one of few who wished to talk rather than fight you’ve met before.

“It is an honor to meet you, enforcer. We are lucky that we meet at the same time,” he spoke in a higher voice than you expected for a burly Yautja. All you did was raised a brow and looked at them, disinterested.

There was more important things to worry about rather than these two… fans? Is that the best word for them? You eyed the yellow one. He was nervous. He would meet your eyes but his fingers twitched. Youngsters.

Before you had the chance to just continue onto your ship, the yellow male dropped to a knee. Your fingers slid into the holes for your smart disk. In his hands, he presents a skull. Moderate in size but a creature you would rather not mess with.

“I present the skull of a Xaq-oew!” he exclaims by bowing his head and fully presenting the skull to you. Your shock lasted longer than you would like to admit… but no one has ever tried to court you before. Let alone, you having the chance to court a female. A great enforcer but the species was entirely wrong. A fact you’ve been belittled since you could remember.

In your state of shock and silence, the purple male dropped down as well. In a calmer manner, he offers a different skull. Another creature. One you have had the misfortune of meeting. An encounter you nearly lost.

“We understand that courting a male is unheard of. Yet, your skills and abilities…” the shorter male trails off.

“Once we heard of you, it was our goal to court you!” the other one butts in. It seems his anxiety was getting the best of him. Something he needed to rid of if he is to survive further in his life.

Purple glared at him for a fleeting moment before returning his gaze to you. “It would be an honor if you became our mate and join our group.”

Your heart beat hard in your chest. This surely couldn’t be happening. You’ve been told countless times you wouldn’t be able to court anyone since you’re human. No one would want you. But… here are not only one but two males presenting skulls to you in the traditional Yautja way. They want your hand as their mate.

A few more seconds passed before you took a breath in to speak. “I accept your challenge to court. Show me your best skills and I will think about joining you,” you responded in a cool tone despite how fast your heart was beating. It felt like you were on your first hunt again. All by yourself with no aid. Just you and the jungle.

On the right, the yellow and blue Yautja cheered, still knelt in front of you. You raised a hand. His excitement came to a halt. “First off, I believe names are in order. Second, I shall give you my information. I want to hunt with you. See how well you could provide for me.” Any male vying for attention should know they must prove they are the best. Their genetics are top of the line. Not that genetics is a play for this courtship, you didn’t want to mate with two weak males. You wanted someone who could keep up with you.

Each gave their names. The purple one was Uihoy. The yellow one was Vic’tao. Then, you gave them your contact so the three of you could set up a time for a hunt. You were looking forward for this but kept yourself calm.

This would be your first hunt in over a year with another Yautja.

You took their skulls and felt their weight in your hands. Now, you would have to find a space to put these. A section for courting skulls. “I shall find these a good home in my trophy room,” you said and looked up at them.

“Are we able to see it?” Vic’tao asks. The nerves in his system had finally calmed.

A brow was raised at the male. “When you deserve to see it,” you retorted back with a firm voice. You’ve barely met the males. The needed to earn that right.

Uihoy smirked. “We will. We will show you our skills and awe you.” You weren’t impress with the words and continued to look at him, uninterested.

Each skull was latched onto your belt. You hefted your earned Yautja head back over your shoulder. “The next time I should see you two will be on fresh hunting grounds.” Then, you bided them a goodbye before taking your leave.