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boneapplet · 23 days ago

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Bloodline Unknown pt 4

Relationship: Yautja!oc x human!oc/afab!reader

Warnings: minor description of injury, minor reference to cauterizing a wound

Word Count: 1433

Requested Tags for All Works: @beckyninja @runin64 @ilovewolvezz

Requested Tags: @r4inlov3r @nona83

Masterlist

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6

A soft glow from the heat core flickers off the ice, casting long, ghostly shadows against the basin walls. The wind moans over the ridge, but the warmth holds in close just enough to dull the worst of the cold. Just beyond the basin, the forest whispers with distant cracks and thumps: the hybrid is out there. Moving. Kaelen kneels beside Skurr’va, her makeshift medical kit spread open on a flat stone. Her fingers are still numb, coldness sticking to them, but she works with quiet focus. Skurr’va sits rigid and alert, armor plates shifted aside to expose the burn along his side—puckered, half-cauterized, and leaking green, viscous blood from around the edge. The smell of scorched flesh and melted synth-mesh still cling to the air.

Skurr’va doesn’t flinch as she peels back the field dressing. His eyes—reptilian, gold-ringed—track her movements, unreadable but watchful. She can feel the weight of his stare; the same way one might feel the tension of a drawn bow. The wound she’d sealed earlier is clean; the edge crusted with coagulated fluid and carbon from the flare cauterization. Not ideal. Not permanent. But he is still alive.

“Hold still,” she murmurs, more to herself than him.

Skurr’va doesn’t respond in words. He tilts his head slightly, mandibles flexing once—acceptance. She cleans the wound with a burst of antiseptic mist, the chemicals hissing against flesh. He flinches but makes no sound.

“You should be resting,” she murmurs. “You're not going to get far like this.”

He doesn’t answer. Just a slow click deep in his throat. A sound like gravel shifting under pressure. Zhika is crouched low nearby, watching intently, arms resting on his knees. His mandibles twitch faintly, as though chewing over unspoken thoughts.

“Yuu hikz. Not kad,” he says, the words clumsy, but clear. “Yuu… heelehr?”

“Scientist,” Kaelen corrects softly. “But I’ve patched more wounds than I can count lately.”

Working quickly, layering an biofoam sealant and pressing a fresh synth-fiber dressing over the burn. The hybrid’s claws had torn through skin and armor alike—Skurr’va is lucky to be alive. As she works, she speaks aloud, softly—half explanation, half attempt to bridge the silence.

“I was supposed to be in the lab. Not patching up apex predators in the middle of a frozen canyon.” Her lips quirks briefly. “First for everything, I guess.”

Skurr’va lets out a low rumble. Not a growl. Something deeper—resignation, maybe. Or amusement.

Ra’thek stands apart from them, sharpening one of his blades with deliberate strokes of a stone rasp. Each pass scrapes like a threat, steady and lethal. His attention is split—eyes on the pulsing signal that marks the hybrid’s path, ears tuned to the wind, and something else… something more primal. Anticipation.

Kaelen finishes sealing the worst of the wound. She dabs a thin line of med-gel across the fresh biofoam seal, then gently secures it with a tension wrap.

“There. It'll hold through a fight. Probably.”

Skurr’va grunts.

Zhika translates for his brother “Heh say… no gud, bah… gud enuf.”

Kaelen allows herself a breath. “I’ll take it.”

As she packs away the kit, she glances up at the youngest of the trio. “You’ve heard us speak before, haven’t you? Humans, I mean.”

Zhika nods, tapping a claw against his gauntlet. “Rekordingz. Gris’nur. Brokk’n… tok. Ai lern peesz.”

That explains it and it means they’ve likely been hunting other humans, once.

“Then I guess I should be grateful I’m not a trophy.”

Zhika gives a sharp snort. “Not ghet.”

The silence that follows is taut, but not cold. Ra’thek turns suddenly, a sharp, guttural bark escaping his throat. Skurr’va and Zhika straighten. Kaelen follows their gaze to the scan—two red dots had merged. Then one winks out. The hybrid is hunting, and it has just caught something.

“Nuvment suhn,” Zhika says, eyes on his gauntlet. “Targting hont. kast.”

Kaelen looks up at him. “You’re sure it’s coming this way?”

He gives a slow nod, tapping the blinking glyph. “Nirr. Folz… skent. Heet. Meh’b blud.”

Her gaze flicks back to the wound she’d just dressed. “Then we don’t have long.”

Skurr’va moves, testing the wrapping with a low grunt of approval. Reaching for his combi-stick, unfolding it with a flick and rising slowly. Pain etched deep in his posture, but he stands tall.

Kaelen rises with him. “You shouldn’t be fighting like this.”

Ra’thek grunts from the edge of the heat ring—short, clipped.

Zhika translates, eyes gleaming. “Heh seh: Weh brrn in fite. Dai in fite. No diffrenss.”

Kaelen let out a breath, half a laugh, half disbelief. “Of course he did.”

Rummaging through her kit until she finds a small injector. “One more thing,” she said, holding it up.

Skurr’va eyes it warily.

“Pain suppressor. Just enough to keep you moving. It won’t dull your reflexes.”

She doesn’t wait for a reply, pressing it against his side and injecting the contents. He tenses, then gives a low, rattling exhale. Behind her, Ra’thek sheathes his blade with a decisive motion. He looks toward the trees—toward the darkness stirring in the snow-laced shadows.

Zhika stands and slings a plasma caster over his shoulder. “It kummz,” he says. “Weh muuv nauhh.”

Kaelen tightens the sling across her chest and checks the balance of the blade Ra’thek had given her. She isn’t ready, but she is going. They step into formation without words—predators and prey turned pack.

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The forest is quieter now. Too quiet. Kaelen moves in step with them, half-crouched in the snow, following the subtle gestures Ra’thek gives with his hand—sharp cuts through the air, brief flicks of his fingers. She’s started picking up the meaning behind some of the signals: stop, slow, danger.

Skurr’va is surprisingly nimble despite his injury, sweeping in wide arcs beside them. His eyes scan every tree hollow, every broken branch. Zhika flanks the left, bounding up an icy incline with quick, panther-like grace, pausing only to tap his gauntlet. The life signs are moving again—one by one vanishing.

The hybrid isn’t running, it’s circling. Ra’thek drops to a crouch beside Kaelen, dragging a clawed finger through the powder. He draws a simple shape: a ridge, a narrow pass, and then a wide hollow basin surrounded by jagged trees. A natural choke point. He looks at her, his mask glinting faintly, then taps the crude map.

Kaelen nods slowly. “You want to lead it there. Trap it.”

A deep rumble in his chest. Affirmation.

Skurr’va speaks, his voice harsher than the others, but measured. “It… tink. It chanj. Noh beest. It… lernz.”

Kaelen’s breath hitches. “It does. It watched us in the lab. Even mimicked gestures. It knows how to observe prey… and become the predator.”

Zhika hisses low. “Weh… teech it dai.”

Kaelen kneels beside Ra’thek, brushing more snow aside to help sketch. “There’s a shelf here—if we bait it into the basin and collapse that ridge, it’ll pin it long enough for a shot. Or a kill.”

Ra’thek looks at her, then clicks once. Approval.

“We’ll need bait,” she adds, looking up. “Movement, blood, heat…”

Skurr’va tilts his head, then pulls a shard of scorched armor from his belt. It is from one of the engineers, the scent of death still faints on it. He extends it toward Kaelen.

“Run. Drok dis. Den vann-issh.”

She stares at the shard. “You want me to be the bait?”

Zhika grins with all his mandibles. “Yuu fast. Smal. Skreem… gud lurr.”

Ra’thek growls sharply. “Enuf.” A warning to Zhika. Then turned to Kaelen. “Choos.”

Her heart pounds in her chest. The cold burns in her lungs. Takes the shard, tucking it into her sling.

“I’ll do it.”

Ra’thek stands, towering and silent. Then he places his palm briefly on her shoulder—not rough, not gentle. A mark of recognition. Then the preparations begin.

Skurr’va and Zhika move quickly, carving grooves into the snowpack, setting explosive charges rigged from their kit. Kaelen places the scent-marker and scorched armor piece near the basin’s edge. Ra’thek embeds an emitter into the ridge wall, programmed to mimic the heat signature of a wounded animal—one more layer of bait. The plan is simple. Lure it into the basin. Collapse the shelf. Strike before it can escape.

Kaelen waits at the far side of the hollow, heart thudding. The shard in her sling. The knife at her hip. Snow melting slowly beneath her boots from the heat she produces. Then, she hears it. A soft crunch. A hiss. Movement in the trees. She takes a breath, and sprints.

#yautja fanfiction #yautja oc #yautja x human #yautja predator #yautja #predator franchise #predator series #predator x oc #yautja x oc #predator #predator x human #predator fanfiction #yautja fanfic #yautja x reader #predator x reader

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sithfox · 8 months ago

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Today's snippet is from my Omegaverse!Empires AU again, but this time it's CodyWan's turn to shine. Obi-Wan can be a necromancer. As a treat 💀

Cody stops dead in the door, startled by the tableau before him.

Kenobi's mouth is dripping with blood, his eyes glowing bright yellow as he smirks down at the two Mando corpses at his feet. His eyes flash to Cody's and the smirk just widens. "Jag'havur Fett. Apologies for the mess. It seems someone wished to make an attempt on my life. I was just about to get answers."

Now that the initial shock has passed, Cody can take in details of the scene. The bodies don't fit in their armor; on closer inspection he's pretty sure that armor belongs to Kad Viszla, who'd been reported MIA before Sideous' death. Cody comes forward and carefully removes the helmet to confirm that this is definitely not Kad—this armor has been stolen, desecrated, and he growls under his breath. "Please do. I want to know who's dirtying our armor."

Kenobi looks a bit shocked but acquiesces. He squats over the corpse at his feet and presses his hand to their throat, a strange mimicry of choking the dead assassin, and Cody curses when the shadows distort as Kenobi chants something under his breath.

"Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut," the Sith murmurs, grip growing tighter, until the corpse gasps back to life.

#fic snippet #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #series: of course you have my body but now you have my soul

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platypaws · 27 days ago

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Do you think suzy is a menace to buford bc he flirted with jeremy once in front of her, or do you think he did it several times and then she decided to ruin him

STOP I ALMOST DID A SPIT TAKE

ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

SUZY JOHNSON ONLY RUINS PEOPLE WHO HAVE A CRUSH ON JEREMY CONFIRMED

#kad answers #pnf spoilers

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duchi-nesten · 12 days ago

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Are they aware Cujo is a agent? I mean Major cant exactly erase Danny’s memories because well...he's op

they have no clue <3

and they will have no clue forever because i find it absolutely hilarious if the agent cujo plot is only questionably canon within the cujostody au, like IS it true??? is it just me goofing off as a joke sometimes?? NO ONE KNOWS! ME INCLUDED! IT WILL STAY VAGUE FOREVER!

but lemme be hypothetical for a second because i do believe that danny is NOT immune to memory erasure and push comes to shove if the choice was “get memory erased” vs “lose cujo forever” he would consent to get his mind fucked

valerie would too, not at first obviously (at first she would be glad to get rid of the dog (and it’s not like she would remember him to feel regret later but she would feel a sudden emptiness in her life) but as their relationship grows she can no longer deny that she loves this dog and she would let her mind be fucked too if it meant getting to keep him

actually no wait i change my mind, danny and valerie would just threaten major monobrow and he would pee his pants and hide behind carl and just let them be

#the whole agent thing started as a joke and then it turned out i just like drawing other animals in hats too not only perry #kad answers #anon #shared cujostody au

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dooshek · 2 years ago

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HI KAD

ah yes, starting off strong with Kad herself

#ask game #kad answers #raders1001

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cienie-isengardu · 14 days ago

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Cienie's take on Mandalorian Culture: Mandalorian laws

Kad Ha’rangir and mandalorian traditional weapons part 1 — part 2 — part 3 – part 4 — part 5 ||| Arasuum - stagnation as symbol of death, not sloth, renamed as Arasuum - the God of Death, not Sloth part 1 — part 2 — part 3 — part 4 ||| Original Mandalorians and Gai bal manda ritual ||| Hod Ha'ran, the god of visions, prophecies and magic ||| God of Death as a mighty Beast

In Star Wars lore the general take on Mandalorians is that they have little use of laws, as they don’t have political-social structures similar to those of Republic’s nations.

Mandalorians: People and Culture:

Their society places no emphasis on birthplace, species, or citizenship, and so Mando’ade have no “state” as modern galactic politics understands it. They ignore rank and status and prefer to judge by actions and achievements, a true meritocracy: the Mandalore, or leader of the clans, is the nearest they have to a head of state. And yet nobody mistakes Mandalorians for any other people when they see them.

The Old Republic Encyclopedia

The Mandalorians have no use for senates, councils, or emperors. Only the mightiest of warriors is fit to lead a culture devoted entirely to battle.

CLAN SOCIETY Mandalorian society operates with a minimal and largely informal power structure. Every Mandalorian is a member of a clan, either by birth or recruitment. Although different clans often disagree and even fight one another, they treat their own members like family, regardless of whatever they’re related by blood ties or oath. Other than the clan’s chieftain, members have no official ranks or positions unless organized into a fighting unit where chain of command has a valuable place. Each man or woman is expected to contribute however they can, with those who achieve great things gaining increased respect and new responsibilities. Although clans may have ties or rivalries with other clans, there is no formal hierarchy. All clan chieftains report directly to the Mandalore.

Knights of the Old Republic Campaign Guide

Mandalorian society has no written laws and few norms, but the few that exist are sacred.

The special exception is Resol'nare[1], the Six Action that all members of society are required to follow to call themselves a Mandalorian.

Mandalorians: People and Culture:

Mando’ade regard the following six acts - known as the Six Actions, or Resol’Nare - as central to Mandalorian identity: wearing armor, speaking the Mandalorian language, defending themselves and their families, raising their children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan’s welfare, and rallying to the Mand’alor when called to arms. Anyone who practices them is considered a Mando’ad. The emphasis is on carrying out these acts daily, not simply paying lip service to them.

The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia:

Resol’nare: A term that described the basic tenets of Mandalorian culture, or “Six Actions”: the wearing of armor, the use of Mando’a language, loyalty and defense of one’s family and oneself, raising children in the Mandalorian way, contributing to the welfare of one’s clan, and answering the call to combat of the Mand’alor during times of strife.

Following the Resol’nare is what allows one to call themselves a Mandalorian yet does not determine anything else in regard to said culture or morality. As the lore proved, Six Action was not enough to settle any conflict between (non-Taung) Mandalorians over who was a true Mandalorian and who didn’t deserve such a title or how Mandalorians should conduct their matters.

In contrast the little we know about Taungs made it clear, they follow much more strict codes:

History of the Mandalorians:

[...] Made up of clans of simianlike humanoids, these nomads roamed space seeking conflict, following a code called the Canons of Honor. The Canons aimed at helping warriors attain personal glory via combat and loyalty to one’s clan. Despite this simplistic aim, the Crusaders were scarcely primitive, placing highest priority on plundering cutting-edge weaponry at every opportunity.

The label of Mandalorian Crusader is misleading. It’s thought that the Crusaders’ forefathers were a religious warrior society with sophisticated laws that devolved into the Canons. [...].

Death Watch Manifesto said that once Mandalore the Ultimate opened ranks to non-Taung people, original teaching became Resol’nare that was passed down to new recruits

We call the Shadow Warriors our Progenitors, though we do not share their blood, and their bodies were those of beasts, not humans. We do so because their leaders forged the Mando’ade into warrior bands and taught them to treasure family, clan and honor. Their teaching became the Resol’nare, the Six Actions, that make us Mandalorians: raising the young to seek honor and glory, wearing armor, defending one’s self and one’s family, supporting one’s clan, speaking a common language, and owing fealty to the leader of the clans.

but the author of Manifesto twice mentioned non-Taung warriors following the original, ancient codes (plural form):

The age of the Taung was ending, but their great work was unfinished. To survive, the Mando'ade must be transformed. It was a terrible burden, but Mandalore the Ultimate bore it with honor. He opened the clans to all who proved themselves in battle and followed the warrior codes. Non-Taungs were no longer confined to vassalship, but could be full-fledged Mandalorian warriors. Our forefathers were among these new Mando'ade, and soon proved they were ready to lead the clans

and

This perfect society threatened the Republic. Seven centuries ago, their craven, hut’uune warships and Jedi bombarded our worlds. They incinerated Mandalore’s farmland and forests, leaving much of our homeworld a forsaken desert of fine white sand, and then occupied our world. They killed, exiled, or disarmed our warriors and suppressed our ancient codes [...].

Which suggests that while Resol’nare was the basic set of laws, the behavior and social exceptions of Mandalorians (or at least warriors) were still regulated by much more complex set of legal principles (more details about that in sidenotes).

However as the Knights of the Old Republic comics series presented, Mandalore the Ultimate (representing original Taung-Mandalorians) was aware there is not enough time to teach the new recruits their culture.

So many new recruits. Different species, different armors, different languages -- and not enough time to learn our ways.

and chronology wise, the earliest use of Resol’nare was presented during Mandalorian Wars, when Republic citizens were forced into Mandalorian army (KotOR: Vector):

Once you were Dar’manda -- ignorant outsiders. Those lives are over! You will raise your young as Mandalorians -- and defend them. You will wear our armor and speak our language. And you will serve the clan, and rally when called. These are the Resol’nare -- the Six Actions - sacred to our movement. Do them -- and you may live to call yourselves Mandalorians!

All those above sources led me to think that Taung-original Mandalorians have much more complex laws, including religious ones, that defined their individual behavior and society as whole, while Resol’nare was specifically designed and implemented once Mandalore the Ultimate understood passing the Canons of Honor as it was to new recruits was impossible due to limited time and opportunity. So the law complexity of original culture was simplified to the bare minimum and/or essential rules, and the further from Mandalorian Wars, the more forgotten the Canons of Honor became.

SIDENOTES

[1] The other vital law that Mandalorian warriors seem to be bound to follow is a challenge to duel, as a way to settle serious matters. In Knight of the Old Republic, Canderous Ordo was challenged by Jagi and if he refused to fight the man or did not show up in designated place and time, Canderous would be forever cast out of Manalorian society.

Jagi: I challenge you Canderous. I challenge you to fight the fight you fled that day above Althir. In the dune seas of Tatooine, I will be waiting for you. I have spread the news of the challenge since I learned you had landed on this world. All the surviving Mandalorian clans know of what I do here, and that we shall meet on Tatooine to settle this debt of vengeance once and for all. If you fail to meet me there, you shall be stripped of all honor and forever cast out of our society! It will be you and me alone in the dune seas of Tatooine: a final battle that can only end in death. I shall be waiting for you there, Canderous.

and

Canderous (to Player): I've been given a challenge I can't ignore. We've got to go to the dune seas of Tatooine so I can find Jagi and kill him for his insult to me!

In The Old Republic game we learn that

Lane Vizla’s brother was challenged by Kur Ha’rangir (and the latter cheated during the duel but because of his clan’s social position, the cheating was ignored).

Lane Vizla: Years ago, Kur Ha'rangir challenged my brother to a duel. Over some perceived slight against his famous name. Kur used nothing but underhanded tricks - like he does with everything else. There was no honor in the way he fought... He killed my brother... and no one called out Kur's deception. Typical, for a Ha'rangir.

Shae Vizla was challenged to duel by her enemy, Heta Kol, the leader of Hidden Chain

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In The Clone Wars TV animated series, Pre Vizsla was challenged by Maul. As we learn from Maul and Almec’s discussion, ancient laws regulated what should happen to followers of the defeated warrior

Almec: Clearly you are powerful, but how can two of you overthrow Vizsla and his supporters? Maul: Vizsla is a soldier, and like every soldier, he is bound by honor. I will challenge him to single combat in front of his men. He will not deny me. Almec: Hmm. If you defeat him, according to the ancient laws of Mandalore, his soldiers will be honor-bound to follow you. Maul: Precisely.

After Pre's death, half of Death Watch accepted Maul as the new ruler, while Bo-Katan and her supporters rejected the Sith Lord.

#star wars #cienie's take on mandalore culture #mandalorians #taung #mandalorian culture #resol'nare #six actions #canons of honor #taung culture #the more i research mando culture the more i think human mandalorians are a big step back compared to taungs lol #i know I did not focus a lot on children of the watch as this group seems to operate on their own laws and norms (i.e. not showing face)#that does not appear in other mandalorian societies #so it is hard to say how much of it comes from ancient traditions and how much is their own rules

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mommysmistake · 6 months ago

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Yugotalia characters as Bosniak poets and writers + explanations (a mutual of mine did this with Russian writers and I wanted to do something similar, btw @zhanechka is her account so check it out)

Dražen - Alija Nametak; he wrote some tragic and intense stories with a touch of drama, he was even sentenced to 15 years in prison for one of his stories called "Za obraz" (I can see this happening with Dražen)

Ilija - Zija Dizdarević; he was a young writer who came from a small village near Ljubuški and studied in Belgrade. In WW2 he was an illegal in Bosnia and Herzegovina until he was sent to a concentration camp where he died. He wrote melancholic stories about society and different themes like death and love. I could imagine Ilija going through a similar fate and writing in the same kind of style.

Šćepan - Musa Ćazim Ćatić; a poet who wrote many stories about love and longing. his poems "Sjećaš li se?" makes me think of his relationship with Idriza, when they were separated and he thought she stopped loving him and asked himself if her love withered like a flower. He also has a great poem describing the Neretva river and I think Šćepan would write something similar, comparing his love's beauty to the one of the river and it's surroundings.

Idriza - Umihana Čuvidina; she was a poet who started writing after her fiancé's death, she was very heartbroken and didn't want to marry anyone else after it happened. This could either be her with Enis or Šćepan, but I think it could rather be the case of MonteHerze and after they had to be separated she didn't want to marry Enis, but had to.

Enis - Abdulah Sidran; even though he's not like the others I mentioned as he wrote more recently, his stories are amazing. With a touch of humor at times, they manage to teach great morals and lessons. I can see Enis as a person who uses humor to cope and tell others a deeper message. Sidran was also an empath who loved animals dearly, and sadly, he passed away last year.

Vuk - Mula Mustafa Bašeskija; a chronicle writer from Sarajevo who wrote down all important events which have happened there while he was living. He claims "everything that is written down remains, and everything that is remembered disappears". I imagine Vuk to be a more "evil" version of him, writing a chronicle in an usual way, misusing this quote in a way and writing down only the good things that happened and his actions that make him look good, not talking about the bad ones. I mostly thought he fits him because on the Yugotalia website he has a sort of diary where he answers all his asks and I think he'd have another one where he writes down everything happening around him along with his commentary on it. He would often look at it and think of how great everything was back then because he didn't want to speak of the misfortunes, unless they happened to him and he could use them to victimize himself.

Tatjana - Habiba Stočević-Rizvanbegović; a poet from Stolac who was the daughter of Ali-Paša Rizvanbegović. After her father's death, her family moved to Sarajevo and then to Turkey. There, she wrote poems about love, but only one of them was saved, a poem about her hard love life called "Kad od tvoga oštroga pogleda". In it, she turns to the man who has hurt her and calls him unfaithful. Tatjana has been surrounded by men who have preyed on her all her life and they have never showed her love, only lust, which hurt her. They would have no problem leaving her when their desires have been fulfilled.

Janez - Derviš Sušić; he was in the Partisans and wrote a book about uprisings against class divisions. I think Janez would've also fought as a Partisan in WW2 and he'd write about such themes as he wrote, which is ironic, since Janez is shown to be greedy and well off, always being begged by others to borrow them money.

#yugotalia #headcanon #aph bosnia #aph croatia #aph herzegovina #aph montenegro #aph republika srpska #aph serbia #aph macedonia #aph slovenia

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