#yautja mounting

[thecleanbean]

Hunters from above!

The stone forest has always been the best training ground for the Lo-nyth riders, Strider knew it. Ye’rauta, his Ar'jans, abnormal in size and powerful steed, needed this playground. hunters from above, linked by respect and trust, will be able to fight and hunt, but also save and protect the people of Lo-nyth.

Strider swore it. --------

My wrist is starting to feel better! So here's a long-lasting art piece I finally finished! I'm quite proud of this one! I have always had a hard time making an alienish world, so I took some inspiration from China's stone forests and smacked two suns onto the bg HAHA! I wanted to make a powerful piece with Strider riding his Ar'jans so here's one! I might make more in the future! c:

[eclipseshotel]

Elder predator going into great detail about each one of his kills after he shows me his ginormous trophy room but I’m trying to figure out the best way to ask him to fuck the shit outta me

[monstrslair]

Adopt trade with @potatismos3 Really proud of these two! And even managed to use some lovely palettes that were made by @synapse-retrogenesis  !

[yaut-jaknowit]

How bout a human woman saves a yautja after he got hurt pretty bad or something. Over time they get to know one another…one thing leads to another and the bang. But the male leaves not long after to return home, unknowingly leaving a bun in the oven…only that out possibly years after…

-🥤

Left Behind

Character: Ahtaal (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 8895

Summary: A night that changed your life forever. You had to fight for survival and live to tell the tale. Ahtaal is saved only because of you. That leaves him in your debt. He heals you from wounds that will leave lasting scars. But he too leaves something else behind.

Author Note: I love the fact you call it 'bun in the oven'! Imagine saving a Yautja and then get the biggest dick down ever. Wish come true~.

Masterlist

Ao3

Blood burned through the skin on your arm. The pain a distant thought as you shoved the long spear into the chest of sickly, black monster. Black tendrils poured from its head. Four weirdly shaped mandibles. A long rigidly tail with a sharpened end made for stabbing. One that looked like it had crawled out of the depths of hell to come after anyone vulnerable. A demon in the flesh.

It almost looked like the beast you had protected a deadly blow from. But this thing… it was ten times worse.

The pain nearly grew to a point you couldn’t hold onto the spear for much longer. It slipped from your blood drenched hands. But, the point was still lodged deep into the chest of the screeching beast. You panted and backed away until the back of your foot met resistance. The creature you had just saved still lay on the ground, hopefully not dead. Or all of this would’ve been for naught.

Your arms stung with each passing moment, the pain mounting higher and higher. The adrenaline that once filled your system began to slowly deflate. You swallowed back the thick saliva in the back of your throat. Yet, not once did your eyes leave the beast as it backed away and clawed at the spear. Thankfully, it was barbed and refused to move from deep within it.

As if the life that once filled its body vanished in a second, it crumpled to the ground in a pile. A few twitches was all it gave before finally coming to still. Dead.

Everything hurt. Your chest heaved for air. Your mind tried to reel in every thought you had. Your heart thundered loud and clear in its bony cage. It took everything you had not to let your knees collapsed under your own weight. You slowly glanced at the down creature at your feet. His shoulder slowly rose and fell with each breath. A deep sigh of relief sounded from you.

Now, came a new problem. To move him. This place wasn’t safe. Other people would soon come. The government would easily snatch the two of you up in a heartbeat. One to silence you. He would become an experiment for whatever they wanted. You couldn’t have that. Not when he looks so sad in the state that he was in. You turned around and squatted at his side. A poke to his uninjured gave no results. Not even the next five. He was out cold.

This was unfortunately circumstances. He was at least seven feet tall and three times your weight easily. Deadweight was harder to move than someone giving some assistance.

With might and will, you used a tarp you had randomly found to hook under his arms. It was just strong enough to help you pull him through the foliage of the forest. After a hundred yards, you could no longer move. The exhaustion in your muscles, in your soul was far too deep. This all started this morning and it was deep into the night. The full moon shing ominously above the land. You collapsed harshly onto bruised knees and cut up palms. There was nothing more you could give to save him or yourself. You did what you could before the darkness consumed your vision and took away your conscious.

The gentle sway is the first thing you awoke to with a groggy groan. The crust in your eyes made it uncomfortable to open them. You rubbed it away with a shaky, weak arm before opening them.

Bright light blinded you from the first thing you saw. A groan tumbling out of your throat. Pain met you that same moment, racing up from your forearms. The rest of you throbbed with an ache that would take ten hot baths to finally chip away at it. You squinted through the sunlight and noticed a familiar red. Your hand reached up timidly and touched at the thick scales you could feel under your fingertips.

Big Red. The creature you had saved. You tilted your head back. He was facing forward, eyes hidden by the mandibles that covered half of his face. But the missing one was a familiar sight.

“Y-you’re al-ive,” you croaked out, voice harsh to even your own foggy ears. Your hand dropped down to your stomach, unable to hold up its own weight anymore. The grunt he made you felt it rather than heard it from his own mouth.

Your face cracked with a tiny grin. At least you hadn’t failed on that front while fighting something you didn’t know existed. A demon in the flesh. Your wrecked body trembled. A sight you hoped to never be face to face with again.

Through your blurry vision, he was marching quickly through the forest despite a noticeable limp to his gait. A table had been thrown at him, striking him direction on his shin when he jumped to block it. There wasn’t a loud crack of bone but it was possible it had only been fractured. You hummed and lazily drew patterns on his midriff, mind still foggy.

A rumbled vibrated through his chest and drew your attention to stop. That’s when the lightbulb above your head finally sprouted to life. Your lips pressed together while you looked away from him, eyes nearly bulging out. Heat flashed to life upon your cheeks.

Big Red moved across the forest, rarely taking breaks during the whole day. Only to stop at a creek and scoop water into his strangely constructed mouth. He would set you down and let you finally move around. It was hard at first, trying to get the blood flowing back in your limbs. Nor did your muscles want to listen. But, you did what you could and drank from the fresh creek. Anything to quench the dryness in your throat.

It was back to him carrying you in the bridle position and marching away. At points, you would take naps, needing the extra energy to recuperate from the days events.

At dusk, Big Red stopped and set you down. There was no creek or source of water. You had to lean heavily against the base of a tree with a shoulder. Your forearms were covered with scorch marks from the acidic blood that had landed on them. The pain from them was the only thing that kept you on your feet, giving you enough adrenaline to stay alert.

He limped away from you, leaving you behind. Fear gripped your heart that had taken you further into the forest only to abandoned you. After all you had- he stopped and pressed a button on the metal band that covered half of his forearm. You heard a hiss echo through the air and furrowed your brows.

Like a in a sci-fi movie, a large object revealed itself to your very eyes. Your jaw dropped when it came to mind it was a spacecraft. From Star Wars!

The creature came back over to you and easily scooped your weakened form up. Big Red carried you over where a ramp had come down. White steam came from the hydraulics in a dramatic manner. You tried to take everything. The information overload caused the pressure in your skull to tenfold. You groaned and curled up against his chest as if he’ll protect you from inward pain.

With your eyes closed, you missed all the important, interesting details no one has probably seen before. You whined and scrunched up your face as if that’ll push the pain away.

Warmth touched at your rear and brought you back to the present. You squinted and find yourself in a different room you couldn’t find a name for. Big Red had set you down on a table with many tools already on it. To which he was pushing off of the side to give you more room. He reached to the side and grabbed hold a box and set it down next to you. You watched as the box was open to reveal different items. None of them you could really figure out were for.

A moment of trust. It wasn’t like you could fight him in your circumstances. He could easily overpower you and subject you to whatever he wanted.

Instead, he grabbed some sort of gun with a need. You gulped at the size of the needle and strange blue liquid that filled the containment hanging off of the back. Either he didn’t notice or just ignored the fear gripping your heart. Big Red plunged the needle without hesitation into your shoulder. You grimaced at the slight pinched but otherwise, stayed still.

The needle was pulled free from your muscles and set off to the side. Next, he grabbed a white jar and untwisted the top. A sulfuric smell poured out of the jar. You gagged and used your shirt to cover your nose. “Oh my god, what is-is that?” you croaked out with disgust written all over your face.

Red stopped and tilted his head up. The golden mask on his features prevented you from seeing his true feelings.

“It is hurt,” he grumbled out, shocking you from hearing his voice for the first time. It wasn’t as deep as you thought but enough to send a tremble up the length of your spine. Your thoughts got you caught up in the moment before you shook them free. You cocked your head to the side. Hurt? Of course your arms hurt. They’ve been burned with acid.

White paste coated his fingertips before he slathered the burns in it.

The scream that curdled from your throat shocked him too. You jerked away and nearly slid off of the table before he caught you. Big Red forced you back onto the table and held you down. “Ooman! Calm! Calm. At ease,” his voice cut through the pain that burned through your veins. It was just enough to get you to finally focus on him again.

“I say it hurt,” he muttered then slowly let go of you when your muscles relaxed. Your body didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. Not even enough adrenaline could keep you going.

A fiery glare was set ablaze on the big, dark red alien. “I thought you were saying if I was hurting!” you yelled at him, arms drawn up to your chest. In case he may go for a second round without asking first.

A huff came from underneath the metal mask. “Paste heals but… hurts.” The words didn’t come naturally to him. He struggled to find them but you understood what he was getting to.

“Well, do you have something that doesn’t hurt like a bitch?” you snarked at him, in hopes to find a nice soothing paste. Not the one that made you feel like you were stepping on hot coals.

“No. Just this.” Ah, he didn’t get the sarcasm that was thick in your voice. You sighed, face scrunched up again from the pain this caused you. “Let me?” Big Red held out a waiting hand, letting you have the choice to either get an infection or deal with more pain. A groan sounded from your tired form before you roughly set one forearm in his palm.

“Better warning next time,” you mumbled and tensed up. An agony you didn’t want to experience but it meant for your life to survive. Then, so be it.

It was a pain you’ve never felt before.

The healing process took half as long as you thought. A couple of months turned into only a month until Dai’stbaen, the big, red alien, deemed you healed enough. Even letting you stay longer just to make sure you had no lasting injuries.

Today would be your last night with him. Dai’stbaen said he would fly you back to your home before setting off home bound. The last time you would see the towering beast in all of his glory. And you felt heartbroken to see him leave. You wish for him to take you but couldn’t go through with the idea of leaving everything behind. Not your friends or family who had to be worried sick about you at this point.

Countless times, he had made you promise and even created a mark on your skin to ensure you wouldn’t tell his secret. To let the whole world know that aliens, the Yautjas, exist. Dai told you it was against his code to let you live but you had saved him. That was a higher offense to kill someone who had saved his life. So, he had to slip out of your bed that night and back into his ship. Where he flew off into the stars, to never be seen again.

The ache he left you made it difficult to walk the next few days. All the marks he left on you a remind of what he could make you feel. A distance feeling after the days go by without him there with you.

After the first week back home, you had lost your job, finally calmed down your family and friends, and was barely able to skim on past in your lonely apartment. It felt better when Dai’stbaen was there with you, even if it was just for that night.

Things for first month was difficult, even after you were able to pick up a job that was remote work. It paid well enough to keep a roof over your head and food in your stomach.

Well until you missed your period. That’s when your heart dropped down into the apartment below you.

You raced to the nearest Walgreens and picked up a test. The cashier gave you a certain expression at the distant look in your eyes. All of your thoughts were running rampant through your mind. It had to be impossible. Truly, it really had to be. He wasn’t human!

The first place you went to back home was in your bathroom, tearing open the package. Then, you stopped just shy of sitting down on the toilet. Your eyes looked at yourself in the mirror. The distraught in your features from the horror of the situation. It had to be from the stressfulness of the situation you had just survived from. That what it had to be. But… even while in his care on his spacecraft, you had been hit by your period. God, that freaked him out when he smelt the fresh blood. Which… in turn freaked you out learning he could smell it. Like a dog.

Your hands lowered the unopened test to the counter. No. You shook your head. No, this wasn’t real. This was happening because of stress. It finally caught up to you. Your head nodded. Yeah, that’s what it had to be. You placed the unopened pregnancy test back into the box and shoved it into a random drawer. That would be needed at a different time. Not now. Because it was impossible.

Until you missed a second period. Even then, you tried to push off that feeling that there was something wrong with you. It was from stress. New job, new duties, new scars, new life. Everything to create a hell storm to recuperate from. Of course your uterus wouldn’t want to put you through anymore stress than needed.

At the same time of the next month, going into the wintery months, not a drop of blood.

That night, after work, you stood in the bathroom, hands holding the unopened test again. Your hands shook while looking down at the package. Every part of your mind tried to reason with all the other excuses you’ve given before. Stress. Job. Nearly being killed. Scars. Each one circling through the turn style until they fell away.

Just get it over with.

In front of the mirror, you turned to the side and lifted up the front of shirt. Your brows furrowed. There was a little weight loss when you first returned, eating practically just meat and little greens. Now… was that a slight bulge in your stomach? You could feel yourself on the verge of crying.

A child. There couldn’t be a chance you were pregnant with the alien you had a one-night stand with. He wasn’t coming back. You would be left alone to take care of the child. Then, there’s the fact it would half alien! How would they look? More like you or Dai’stbaen. There would be no way for them to live a normal life of going to school or having friends. And yourself. A child who could never step out into the light.

For the first time in the last three months, you plopped down on the toilet and took the test.

Each passing second, each passing heartbeat worsened everything feeling swirling inside of you. Every thought ran wild.

There were two sides to the coin. The more logical side. A hybrid alien baby couldn’t be possible. Let alone on the only time you were with him. It didn’t matter the three or four times he knotted you. That was a surprise. Very pleasant. Yet, there was also the fact you weren’t having your period the last three months. Surely, your body should’ve figured itself out at this point.

As the test did its process, you paced through the tiny bathroom squeezed into your one bedroom apartment. One of your hands ran through your locks, messing up the strands. It was all you could do to stop looking at the test every two seconds.

Two minutes passed until you took another glance and stopped in your tracks. Plus. A plus sign. You covered your mouth and backed into the nearest wall. Tears welled in your eyes.

Fear gripped your heartstrings. This was to be your life now. A mother with a hybrid child who couldn’t be normal. God, why did he have to leave!? Why did you have to fall for the alien?!

That night, you cried hard, curled up into a ball on the bathroom floor.

One good thing in your life was the fact your job just required you to sit in a chair and play customer service. There was no going out of your house and being heavily pregnant. To people wanting to know every single detail about the pregnancy and the child.

After the sixth month, you truly picked yourself up by your big pants and made a plan. It had to a home birth. No one could know. Not unless they take your child away. Over your dead body.

Supplies had been purchased, for the most part. Only a couple of onesies, a crib, some toys, and lots and lots diapers. You weren’t sure what to expect besides the normal stuff you researched for a human child. This would be a new experience for you and the whole world. A world that will never know what you possess deep within your belly.

This was all new territory to you. Of course it was. Who else has had an alien baby before?! Shit, calm down. You gripped the desk’s edge breathed through the unease in your stomach. From there, you were able to slow your pounding heart once more. Everything will turn out okay. It had to be.

By the beginning of the ninth month, you couldn’t go out. None of your family was allowed to see you, but that stemmed from the end of the seventh month. Where your bump was pronounced at that point. The questions and integration you would go through all for them to find out there’s no father in the picture. You could see the color drain from your parents face if you had to tell them.

The new job went well so far. An up in your unsteady life. You have yet to tell them about an unplanned trip that was coming up soon. Whenever your child decided to pop out. You didn’t even know if that was going to happen on time. Who knows if the alien genes have altered the time frame of the pregnancy. God, you didn’t know how any of this worked.

So far, the idea was when your water broke, you would use your vacation and sick leave to give a home birth. Hopefully from there, you can figure out a way to take care of the child while at home. All you prayed for was the delivery went smooth.

Two weeks later, while working away, a rush of water soaked the apex of your thighs. You were in the middle of call, pausing mid sentence at the feeling. A hand slapped over your mouth to stop any noises from escaping. There wasn’t any pain, just a feeling you had just wetted your pants. The person on the other end asked for you to repeat what you said. You swallowed down the lump in your throat and continued onward, barely paying attention.

It was about to happen.

When the work day ended, you threw down your headset and rushed to the bathroom. Supplies had been laid out in preparation for when the time came.

A blow up pool to lay in your living room was pulled out. A hose that could attach to the bathtub’s facet was connected then dragged out to the pool. An air mattress blowup machine was set down next to the deflated pool. The small hose was connect to the necessary hole before you turned it on.

The noise it created was uncomfortable to listen to. A headache began to form. Pressure created inside your skull and pressed against your eyes. You wanted to take some pain killers but was afraid on if that was the right thing to do. People get medicine at the hospitals but how much was too much. Would anything you’ve taken affect the baby? Oh god, you hadn’t thought about that! You wanted to smack yourself silly for not thinking about such a thing. Had you put the child in danger now?!

When the machine changed its tone, you looked down to see the blow up pool had been finished. It only took a single disconnected hose to seal it off. Instead of putting it away, you decided to keep the device nearby just in case. You wanted it be prepared at all costs since you’ll be doing this alone. Without anyone. No one to hold your hand. No one to make sure you’re okay.

Tears welled up in my eyes at those thoughts. All alone to give birth an alien baby. A mistake you had partially regretted. The night of throes was one you could never forget about. Your hand subconsciously rubbed against the lingering scar on your neck. A mark that he left in reminder of himself. Not the only thing he had left behind in his wake.

After all the supplies had been dragged out, you texted your boss you had an emergency and couldn’t be there for work. You were using the next three days to recoup from this. You wished for more but didn’t want to anger your new boss about the sudden leave. All you had to do was fake it until you make it. Pretend you knew everything about giving birth. It’s natural. Your body should know what to do and how to do it.

For the rest of the day, you simply walked around your small apartment. A sharp pain began over time to throb in your nether regions. It only eased up when you continued to walk around. Thankfully, it was manageable for the most part. No drugs. Just walking your way through it.

The night came. Your ankles were swollen beyond belief. The lower portion of your back ached. The throbbing never went away completely. It receded to the back of your mind then waned back into existence. You constantly gnawed on your bottom lip and tried to put on the T.V on something random to distract you. It helped little to draw your mind away from the different pains you were experiencing.

One look at the clock had you groaning. It was two in the morning. The contractions you were having only grew worse and closer together. That left you with no time to get any shut eye besides a five minute Power Nap every once in a while. You could only endure the aches as you rested in bed.

Night progressed onward until the rosy fingers of morning cascaded across the lightening sky. Any other day, you may have taken a picture at a sight so pretty. Instead, you scoffed at it and rolled out of bed.

Not once did you get more than five minutes of a nap.

The contractions had grown to a point where it made it hard to stand. Yet, you bear your weight against a chair in the small dining room. Standing it meant to help. Let gravity do its thing. Yet, with the lack of sleep made it hard to use what energy you did have to stay standing.

Then, the need to push hit you like a semi truck. You had to rush to fill up the pool with hot water. It was all you had left to do before everything would be ready.

All of your clothing had been strewn across the living room. All the towels you owned were set around in arms length near you. You sunk into the steaming water and groaned at the relaxing prosperities it offered.

It was time to push.

A day you knew you would never forget despite what you’ve read. The hormones in the brain could cause you to forget that any of it happen. The pain. The agony. Nearly shitting yourself. All variables to when your bundle of joy was freed from your body. Just a little thing that didn’t… look to weird.

He was so ugly he was cute in a way that only a mother would understand. He had the features of his father. Yet with a humanness to him you could see. Yet, your son could never step out into the world like you are able to. Unless he will be ripped away from you as you are dragged deep underground. Never to see or hear from your family again.

His face had only two mandibles. Bottom ones that were only nubs at this point with no sharp, deadly fang to taint the tip. He had no hair. That left you to wonder if he who’s hair he may take after. You hoped not the alien’s. Who knows if they have a routine. Not like you could have the supplies or knowledge to take care of such thing.

Thankfully, his skin mostly matched your own. There were hints of that dark red of scales that pebbled the tops of his forearms. You flinched at the sight and picked at the scales. But they didn’t come off. Your brows pushed up together as you worried the scales wouldn’t come off. They had to.

His first cry snapped you out of your stupor.

Since that day, living with a child you didn’t know how to take care of was beyond exhausting and nerve wracking. There was no time to yourself. Let alone, going out to see friends and family. You just used the excuse of work. It was always about work.

Your son, Austin, was different then research told you. From his ability to sit up only weeks after birth. He was able to speak at six months; crawl at eight before standing at eleven months. He pushed past each milestone with ease. You were proud of him, astonished he could perform each feat.

Days turned into months. Those milestone months turned into years. Before you knew it, your little Austin had turned five. A year he would have been starting kindergarten if he was normal.

One thing that changed about him was his hair. It easily came to you his hair was thin but like the rubbery dreads of Dai’stbaen. His scales multiplied across the tops of his forearms, growing up to his shoulders. Some peeked out on his chest and down his belly. The red was stark across otherwise smooth skin. He looked… not human. Only a mother could love. As harsh as that sounded, it was the truth. But, if anyone took him away from you, they would meet a mother’s fury.

During the night, you were curled around Austin. A protective shield to hide him away from the dangers of the real world outside the safety of your apartment. That was his one rule. All windows must stay shuttered and sealed off. No one could see in. No one could know he existed.

The time dragged on. Every second feeling like going over a pile of sharp rocks on the bottom of your feet. Nothing quelled the unease that sat in the pit of your stomach. The years may have passed well but you weren’t sure you were doing this right. This is a hybrid baby where the father isn’t in the picture. You didn’t even know if Dai’stbaen was still alive. All the dangerous things he lives to hunt for a passion, for a living. You shuttered at the reminder of all the skulls he possesses. Dangerous and lethal.

When sleep finally decided to drag you into its depths, you jerked up. Something in the back of your mind screaming to get up. Austin whined when you slid off the bed and rushed towards the bat you had close to the bed.

By the time your fingers curled around the bat, your bedroom door creaked open. Fear pulsed through your body like a powerful drug. Your hands trembled while holding onto the weapon. The darkness made it next impossible to see the figure standing in your doorway. That didn’t stop you from rushing forward and bringing the metal bat down with all of your strength.

Only for the bat to be caught mid swing.

It was tugged out of your grip and tossed behind the figure. The lights were flickered on, blinding you. You squinted through the pain the best you could only to see a darkly dressed figure there. More piled in. You stumbled backwards until your back hit the wall.

Harsh hands snatched at your wrists and smashed you nearly face first into the ground. Both of your arms are wrenched behind your back and locked into place with handcuffs.

Finally, at this point, your brain has finally caught up. But, it was too late to struggle. One person held down your legs. Other held various points of your body so it was impossible to move more than an inch.

The shrill scream of Austin had the fight in you restored to full power. A war cry thundered into the room, causing the people on you to tense. Your arms were already restrained with metal cuffs. Yet, your legs struck out and hit something soft underneath your foot. The tall tale sound of pain cut through the tense air. Someone fell down with a thud. You didn’t stop. Your legs continued to thrash until both of your wrists were being bent in a way that felt like they had snapped.

A scream of pain rang throughout the small bedroom before someone used some sort of cloth to tie around your mouth. It effectively quieted all of your screams. You looked up the best you could towards a masked face and swore you were going to hurt them all for hurting your son.

Austin had been pulled out first before they had painfully dragged you out of your own apartment. The entire time, you fought them. Each time, they either kneed at your ribs and tugged harder on your shoulders.

Then, you received a knee to the head.

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Word spreads like wildfire. Nothing like this is common. The council is immediately called upon to set forth who shall proceed with the task at hand. But, when it comes down the finer details, Dai’stbaen is the one traveling through time and space. Back to a planet he has not seen in years. Where he wished to return for his own pleasure and time. To a ooman that… captured his attention.

This return trip wasn’t meant for time away from the hunt. A job had been handed to him. A very important job that needed to be completed before Cetanu could be released.

A hybrid had been spoken about on the rail. A ooman/Yautja hybrid. Dangerous beyond belief to let such a thing be in the hands of the oomans. Some call for it to killed. An abomination in many minds. It all came down to Dai’stbaen in the end. If he deems it mercy or an act upon the code, it shall be killed.

The ship softly shuttered when it came to rest on earth’s ground. All the engines slowly whirled down, powering off with a couple switches. Dai’stbaen unbuckled from the seat and stood up. His weapons soon adorned his frame before he headed out the hatch.

Pine and morning dew filtered into his mask. He took in the lungful, shoulders rising and falling. Then, he was off. Only a flash of dark red in the sea of green and brown.

Before arriving here, the Yautja had done his fair share of research. Many known places for ooman government settlements are pinpointed on a map. A map that Dai’stbaen currently was using to show him the right direction. Yautjas have been here for a long, long time.

His silent feet led him straight to building that wasn’t well hidden just deep in the forest. A helipad was the only way in and out of here. Whoever was here was all there could be. Backup, if he had been spotted, would take too much time to capture him.

A cloak covered him from sight. Dai’stbaen took roost up in a tree, eyes scanning over the decently sized building. Just enough to hold a small team. For whatever they were doing to the hybrid. The Yautja scowled at the thought of the nasty oomans. He only knew of one that was worth a blooding mark. One well deserved after saving his life. Death almost came to the ooman as well after the fight had finished. Wounds that one should’ve never survived from. Without him, the ooman would’ve passed. A strong, mighty soul lost to Cetanu. Dai will not allow for that to happen.

Weak entry points were easy to locate and mark mentally in his mind. No patrols wondered the outside perimeter. Oomans and their cockiness. No wonder they die so easily to his own kind.

With the other modes on his bio mask, he determined the easiest way to get into the complex. His feet were silent as he dropped back down to the forest floor and moved inward.

Despite the place being lack with its security, Dai’stbaen never once let his guard fall. Not all shall seem to meet the eye. Plenty of life experiences and past hunts have told him otherwise. The hunt may seem easy but may turn for the worse at a moments notice. Dai rather not be caught in trap so avoidable. Not like some past Yautjas have. A shame and board line dishonor.

To get inside the complex took little pressure. A certain wire cut had the door failing. It opened up and revealed an empty hallway. The cloak was still activated as he moved forward. He used his mask to look at patches possibly taken. Yet, the signs helped him the most.

Dai’stbaen stood in front of a door strong enough to hold back a Yautja at full strength. A grumble fell from his throat as he looked over the exterior. This wasn’t something he could strong arm the rest of the way. He was forced to look over the outside well, finding any weakness. Yet, it had been designed specifically to hold a Yautja.

Noise to his right had been side stepping the door and looking down the hall. A trip of oomans rounded a corner, deep in talk. White lab coats hung off of one of them. Others were dressed in pastel color of clothing. A brow arched from underneath his mask as he watched the three of them walk towards him. But, he wasn’t alert to them finding him.

All of them stopped at the door he once stood at.

“We’ve only been able to recently touch him with the mother nearby. Or else he’ll claw and bite everyone,” one said and rubbed a wrapped up portion of his arm. “I don’t know about either of you, but I’d rather not take another swing from the little twit.”

Mother? Was the hybrid young? And these oomans had taken a child and its mother.

Fire raced through his veins. A growl threatening to alert the oomans right in front of him.

One of them raised a plastic card up to the key pad. It beeped at the touch before the door opened up. The angle didn’t allow him to see inside the room.

But the smell. A smell he’d thought to never scent again hit him hard. Idiotic of him, he froze up long enough for the door to shut after the oomans entered. He had to close off his throat to stop a deep growl from erupting. It was his duty to get into that room.

It felt like he was a unblooded all over again, patient worn out long ago. The muscle of his jaw so tight it felt like it was cramping. His eyes never left the doorway, ears trying to listen in but found the walls too thick for him to hear through. Everything in him wanted to bust down the door to get inside. Who knows what those scum of oomans were doing.

The tension in his muscles turned complete rigid when the door slid back open. His body acted before his mind could complete a thought. Dai rushed forward and snatched the lab coat ooman up by the neck. She tried to scream for her life but he pinched off any access to air. Her face already turning to a shade of red he loved oomans to wear.

He entered the space still holding onto the soft meat. She squirmed and kicked at him, anything to get free from his grasp. The door shut behind him and locked him into the room that was filled with the scent of terror.

And yours.

A mixture that reeked. The Yautja growled lowly in his chest before plucking the ID card off of her. She could barely make a noise, face beet red. Dai’stbaen dropped the defenseless ooman back down onto the ground. She crumbled to the floor and choked and gasped for air. He barely gave her a glance and strode over to your trembling, slacken jaw form.

You never once thought to see this beautiful creature again. Not a single moment in your life. But, here stands Dai’stbaen in all of his glory. Biomask covering his features but you could feel the heat of his eyes on you. He marched over to you and ate up the space between the two of you. He fell to a knee and reached out to your chained form.

Metal wrapped painfully around your throat and hands. They attached to a bolt in the concrete wall. No ooman could break out of something with pure strength alone. Dai’stbaen lifted up the chain and felt its weight. Nothing to him but to you, red marks had been rubbed raw into your soft skin. A scowl hidden by his mask.

As if you saw a god, you reached up and brushed your fingers against the coolness of the metal of his face covering. A face you desperately wanted to see.

“Dai?” you croaked out in voice devoid of water for so long. You looked so lost, long without hope to fill your fierce eyes. The male himself was speechless. Why in the stars were you here? In a facility he was looking for a hybrid. He cupped your jaw in a massive hand, fingers curling around the back of your head. His thumb graced over your pronounced cheek bone. Your eyes had sunken in. The skin dark and lifeless underneath him.

This wasn’t the vision of how he left you. You had been curled up against him, soft, gentle features at peace. The marks that marred your skin. His eyes darted down to the bite mark he left in the heat of the moment. Had these scums taken you all because of a bite? Surely, they wouldn’t notice anything off with such a bite?

Clattering of metal skirting across the concrete floor snapped him back into his hunter mode. His head whipped around. One of the other oomans had discovered him, coming around a partition. Before the man had time to react, Dai was a red blur across the room. His hand curled around his throat and brought the person to him. You watched as Dai choked the unsuspecting man out until he no longer moved. He was released and flopped down onto the ground. His chest slowly rose and fall.

The person in the lab coat was able to regain her composer, head tilted up. Her dark eyes were trained on Dai. An accusing finger pointed at him. “You-“ she coughed “-can’t hurt me. Can’t hurt any of us,” she bit out in a nasty tone that twisted your gut. There was nothing you could do, still chained up to the wall. Your face morphed with anger. You pulled on the chain but it only rattled at the move.

Dai’stbaen didn’t stop marching towards her on the ground. She scrambled backwards and even kicked his shin. Yet, he didn’t even flinch at the strike. He bent at the waist and picked up the struggling woman with a single arm. Your jaw slackened again at the remind of how strong he is. The memories of the last night with him resurfacing at the wrong moment.

Not a word or sound utters from his vocal cords. One arm wraps around her neck and hold strong. Blood and air is restricted to her brain. It doesn’t take long for her to drop to the ground, chest slowly rising and falling.

Once the issue is solved, he strides across the limited space again. They weren’t dead. You were thankful he hadn’t killed them in front of you, knowing he could pull such a thing. Dai’stbaen returns to his position in front of you. A claw hooks into the unforgiving chain wrapped around your wrists. For a government facility, they didn’t have good restraints. Maybe… they weren’t thinking about capturing prisoners.

Not like yourself, at least.

His mask stares at the chains for a moment. Then, with both of his hands, he grips it at two different sections and pulls. The metal groans under his pure strength before easily giving way with a snap. The end hangs from your neck and pulled on the tender areas. Next, Dai’stbaen worked on your wrists in the same manner. He had left a tail end, unable to get so close to you.

Your legs strained to lift yourself off of the unforgiving, dull grey floors. The muscles have gone weak after the lack of use and proper food.

Before you could make it, Dai’stbaen easily scooped you up into his arms. His warmth easily washed over your numb frame. The air in the room was cool. It kept you shaking nearly all the time. They never offered a blanket or something.

He was able to transfer you to one arm holding you to him. His free hand grabbed the ID card he had snatched earlier. The male walked over to the closed door.

“Wa-it!” you hissed when he attempted to leave. Your body squirmed in his hold. Dai’stbaen grunted and pinned you to his warm body. “We can’t le-ave!” Austin. Tears were brought to your eyes at the thought of your son. You used a hand to pull on one of Dai’s tresses and directed him over to the partition.

Dai could smell another ooman and something else.

Your feet touched the cool concrete again. The strength in your legs was long gone and forced you to sit down. His gaze was set on what he could see around the partition’s edge. He stalked over then froze for a moment. In another flash, he lunged forward. You decided to stay where you were when you heard a thud smack. Another person choked out. Alive.

Soft, nearly silent footsteps alerted to Dai coming back. When he appeared around the corner, you scrambled to get to your weak legs.

In his arms was the limp body of Austin. “No!” you cried but unable to find the strength. After so long of fighting, you had lost the will. Even at the sight of your son limp in front of you. Tears brimmed the edges of your eyes as you clawed at Dai’stbaen. As if you could climb him to get to Austin. “Please, no.” Your whimper cracked at his own heart.

What had they done to him?

It was your reaction that had the dots clicking inside of his head. You… Oh, by Paya’s will! His eyes widened underneath the mask, muscles turning taunt. The hybrid… it was his. The red scales, mandibles, the tresses. Dai’stbaen could’ve smacked himself for how stupid he had been. How could’ve he not even thought of the possibility?! But… the idea was next to impossible.

Here it was though. In his arms. Softly breathing. The mother clawing at him, eyes balling with tears. Dai’stbaen knelt down in front of the ooman he’s come to know. You instantly tried to tug him out of his arms but it was nothing compared to his strength.

“Austin, honey. Oh god, no. Anything but him!” you sobbed and rushed your hands all over him. He was still warm. The first thing you notice; slightly taking you out of your panic. Then, your finger pads found a gentle pulse. Your saneness slowly coming back as you realized Austin was alive. You gave another sob. This time of relief. Your arms wrapped around him the best you could then slowly looked up at the Yautja.

The mask may hide all of his features… but you felt the heat of his stare. You pulled away and straightened your back, eyes casting downward. Not once did one of your hands leave Austin.

“Yeah,” you choked out and buried yourself into your shoulders. You didn’t know how he was going to react to all of this. Even yourself didn’t want to believe the pregnancy for the first six months.

His arm underneath Austin’s knees snatched the forearm closest to him. Dai leaned in close to you that your foreheads nearly touched. Your heart began to thunder loudly.

“Child? We have… child?” Words so unsure of the reality of everything. A feeling you felt so long ago in the beginning of all of this. You had been alone, terrified. To this day, you still are. Even before they had found out about Austin and yourself.

More tears stained your cheeks. “Yeah,” you sniffled with a nod. His hand twitched for a moment before letting you go. Instead, you carded your fingers through his, nails biting the back of his hand. “We do. I-I didn’t k-now how to-to tell you. You were… gone.” Words so important to you unaffected him. For the most part.

A huff left the alien. His head turned towards the door. The weight of the situation slammed down on you once again. Escape. This was your chance for escape. You couldn’t walk though. The battle had long left you after a lesson well learned. His hands were full with Austin.

You let go of his hand pushed at him. If one must be saved, it had to be Austin. Your son over yourself. “Go! Bef-ore they find out. T-take him to-to safety, please,” you pleaded with the male, face wet and sticky from the constant tears.

Dai snorted and scooted Austin more onto one shoulder. With his other arm, he wrapped it around your torso. One show of strength had you tossed over onto the other shoulder. A pained grunt surge past your lips when you landed harshly on your stomach. The birth had always left you scarred permanently. Then, the Yautja was on his feet and quickly stalking towards the door.

The stolen keycard was used to open the door and revealed an empty hallway. He peered out to look both ways before stepping out. Years of training aided him. His feet light despite the added weight of two people on him. Yet, he had noticed how much lighter you were compared to when he last held you up. Something twisted in the pit of his stomach. A need to end the lives for those caused harm to you.

There were more important things to worry about for now. Safety for one.

Like a skilled hunter, Dai’stbaen was able to slip out of the complex with little difficulty. The cloak had been rendered useless. He was forced to rely on strict listening and awareness of his surroundings.

Fresh air on your skin was heaven sent. You lifted yourself up with just enough strength to prop yourself up on his shoulder. The outside world was something you hadn’t seen in a long time. You could cry at the sight. For so long.

The Yautja carried you a long way. Not once did he stop for a break or rest. Like a freight train, he continued to move. The sway of his gait nearly had you passing out, ready to succumb to a sleep you weren’t petrified to never wake up again.

A familiar sight peered through the trees. The ship. Oh god, you were really free. Dai’stbaen had come for you to save the two of you.

How did he know? Words you wanted to ask him but your energy was dwindling faster than you could stop it. The realization of safety had you finally drifting in and out of light sleep.

The feeling of scales against your belly had your eyes flickering open. You groaned and found yourself on your back, looking up at the familiar face of Dai’stbaen. His biomask long gone at this point. The only upper mandible twitched when his bright yellow eyes found yours. A hand cupped at your cheek, thumb running over your pronounced cheek bone.

“Thank you,” you whispered in a hoarse voice. Water was instantly brought to your lips in the form of a waterskin. Every drop you took then licked at your cracked lips.

Something akin to anger swirled bright in his fierce eyes. His mandibles tightened over his mouth, nails creating divots in your skin. “You stay. With me,” he demanded.

Free from the mask, his voice was clear and crisp in the protection of his room. A space you had shared with him for that month.

Your brows jumped up towards the ceiling. How was that going to work? Humans… they don’t survive outside of earth’s atmosphere. And the creatures he hunts. They would think of you as a snack. Easy pickings. A full bottom shiver wrecked your poor frame.

“How’s… that going to work?” you asked, not opposed to leaving your life behind. All of your friends and family had been pushed away when Austin had been born. Your job must of fired you. Your apartment was probably been cleaned out. Everything you once knew was gone. All besides your child and his father.

His next words were thought over carefully. “You are ooman, weak and frail. Yes. But, I protect you. Like you protected me. We have child. He learn Yautja ways. Be hunter,” he explained to the best of his knowledge in English. Your eyes widened. He wants Austin to be like him.

Austin. Your head whipped about before Dai’stbaen caught it and directed your attention to your side. There laid your sleeping kid. He had curled up on his side, facing you. At peace.

You licked at your cracked lips and gaze back towards Dai’stbaen. “I named him Austin,” you said to him. Something flashed in his eyes, but he kept silent.

Everything he said though, you couldn’t completely disagree on. From the fact your life was ruined, to the fact Austin was different. It took so much to reel him in from going out the front door. Or, he loved to climb up on to of the cupboards. Even when he very young.

A hunter at his core.

“He’s got you heart.” You smiled at him, stars sparkling in your eyes. Then, you bowed your head and played with your hands on the blankets. “I… I agree with you. I can’t go back. And, I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel terrible that I’m probably not taking care of him right.” You peered at Dai from underneath your lashes. “I need your help.”

With his hands on your cheeks, he tugs you in a little closer. His forehead presses to yours in a soft gesture. “I help. We raise together.” Your eyes closed. You embraced the warmth blooming in your chest.

The tension in your chest loosen. You could finally breath normally again.

[mintymarabell]

hmm could you write about an chubby tall elder courting their human crush like showing off his tropies, giving them gifts, taking them to nice places and all? tysm

Chubby elder yautja mate

He knows human courting rituals are so much different from his, he even knows about humans preferring a good looking mate so the whole time he is walking you to his trophy room he’s holding his breath.

He’ll walk into the room and watch you with an uncertain look as if he’s ready for you to walk out but when you marvel at the room and comment on the many trophies his heart soars.

He is the type to give you one of his trophies, even if yautja don’t do it (since they hunt for their mate a trophy instead of giving one away that’s been sitting in a room for decades) he’d do it. He’ll hand you a skull of an alien lion like beast. He’ll carry it back to your place and even mount it for you.

He’ll start making gifts for you, teeth necklaces that have your name carved into them.

He’ll go hunting for you another trophy even if he’s retired and rusty he’s hauling himself onto his ship and going off to a nearby game planet.

Once you finally just say yes to being his mate he’s so happy he’s hugging you close to him and everything.

Throughout the relationship he treats you like glass, because of him being a little more chubby than other yautja he’s gotta be more careful.

He can hold you in the palm of his hand literally.

He likes when you sit on his leg while he’s in meetings, his big hand resting on your hip, completely hiding it almost.

Sleeping with him is a dream come true he is so incredibly warm and takes up so much of the bed you have to sleep on top of him or in the crook of his arm.

He takes you to a lot of nice places, he once took you to a flower like planet that had beautiful alien elk munching on the blue grass.

You both lay in the flowers and watch the stars together, he’ll let you use his arm to rest your head on.

Just because he’s a big guy, doesn’t mean he can’t fight. He had taken you to a planet that had a use flea market and then a bad blood threatened you and tried swiping at you, your mate shut him right up. Grabbing the younger yautja by the back of the tresses and yanking him back and away from you.

Let’s just leave it at no one messed with you for the rest of the day, discounts were even handed out.

Your mate spoils you, he wants you to be all dressed up in beautiful jewels and garments so you can be feeling yourself.

He praises your body constantly, running his hands up and down your sides telling you how divine you are and that your like a god he’d kneel down and praise.

[chicken-blitz13]

I thought of a Pred wyvern. So like any artist, I was thinking about what to draw and thought of James Cameron's Avatar and thought "I wanna do some yautja fanart with a big creatures".

I got no name for them so feel free to suggest (also the back legs are hidden behind the wings cus I got too lazy to draw, in my defense it was late at night)

Since they also share the same planet as the predators, they came from a common ancestor millions of years ago, drifting off to create their own species, like the predators, they have mandibles and dreadlocks, the dreadlocks are there to cool themselves down from the harsh heat.

They’re native to the coastal regions of Yautja Prime, These creatures are fierce, adapting to hunt land, sea, and sky, they were worthy prey and loyal mounts. As prey, Yautjas needed to get creative in taking them down, as their size and strength are no match for a single hunter. As mounts they’re prized for their rarity, only a few can own, besides some coastal clans. For those far off the coast and deep in the jungle you’d see them being ridden by elders, clan leaders, and matriarchs, though some like elites and enforcers have such a creature. Because they’re so prized and unwilling to share their prey, they’re not meant to be used for hunts, usually being just used war mounts or travel.

How does one ride?

Besides a well fitted saddle, a riding crop (the broom looking thing the pred is holding) is used to direct the creature to the desired location, Yautjas must be trained in the basic care and ride before getting their own, and they must train them at a young age to tolerate unfamiliar noises and weather for their beast to be a true war mount.

[isei-bleeds]

I’ve been reading your lore and thought of something. In many irl cultures red is a color of violence, boldness, pride etc etc mainly because blood is red. Maybe for Yautja/Koroth’Ul culture bright greens have a similar effect?

The Koroth'Ul clan colors are blue! Their geography, colorations, and patterns, are inspired by desert skinks. So, to further honor this, they will favor all kinds of blue hues. You will see this mostly during combat, as example'd by one of their mounted unit:

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin more on the Xeno au and about the family. And mostly about what everyone would be. Like of course they'd start out as chestburster-esque with more flesh-colored exoskeleton that'd be really soft like skin and mostly only a long tail. And then grow into other things, but there's several castes that even basic runners and drones can grow into.

Bruce: Drone -> Warrior -> Praetorian -> Queen (Winged)

Barbara: Drone -> Warrior -> Alpha Warrior

Dick: Runner -> Carrier

Jason: Runner -> Prowler -> Crusher

Cassandra: Runner -> Prowler

Stephanie: Drone -> Warrior -> Praetorian

Tim: Drone -> Warrior -> Praetorian

Harper: Drone -> Warrior

Duke: Drone -> Warrior -> Tusked

Cullen: Runner -> Aquatic

Damian: Drone -> Warrior

Carrie: Drone -> Spitter

Terry: Runner -> Prowler

Mathew: Runner -> Prowler

Random fun facts & rabmbles:

Tusked were, well, tusked xenomorphs specifically bred by yautja to act as forced attack dogs, and the ones we know who were released and escaped were accepted by a queen as her own

Alpha warriors are canon and are slightly larger than other warriors, can command other warriors, and in some cases are more intelligent too. They're almost between warrior and praetorian in ranking.

The praetorian caste is also known as royal guards, because that's what they are in most cases. They protect the nest and eggs and queen, and if the queen dies they may replace the queen.

Canonically there was a comic where Batman fought against a giant crocodile alien (no it didn't come from Killer Croc thankfully lol) that he defeated by bleeding it out until the floor collapsed into lava

The xenomorphs have had a civil war before on their home planet for the Royal Jelly, the black xenomorphs and red xenomorphs both fighting each other for their queen to become the next Queen Mother

Did you know there's further castes beyond the queen? A queen can become a Matriarch, then an Empress, and then a Queen Mother

Crushers are the equivalent of praetorians for the runner castes, and are canonically the most armored outside the queen castes themselves.

There's a theory about the spines on the xenomorphs' backs, where the longer they are the stronger the xenomorph, at least for basic castes. However there's another theory that this is an age thing. Neither is confirmed.

Did you know that xenomorphs have worked with others several different times when they're under threat, especially the queens or young.

Xenomorphs have Eidetic memory, and can even access memories from previous xenomorphs along their bloodline.

Normal xenomorphs can eventually become queens, but a xenomorph can be born as one from a Royal Facehugger, which unlike normal facehuggers have two embryo: a queen and a drone/runner to protect said queen

There have been exotic xenomorphs that are individuals such as the tusked or the winged queens, usually altered genetically or with an incredibly rare host (for example a winged queen has canonically come from a vampire in the comics before)

All xenomorphs are female, save for a single individual created using human dna and other genetic manipulation that was known as the king xenomorph.

Other genetic hybrids have been created as well, the most well known being the Newborn but there have been more balanced ones as well such as Eloise (a vat-grown android-xeno hybrid) which can have abilties of both species

Fun fact: A chestburster will not emerge in someone with leprosy, staying dormant, and other xenomorphs will not attack the people due to them carrying said chestburster.

Yautja hunting parties will hunt hybrids more enthusiastically than normal base xenomorphs for both the challenge and in some cases thinking they're abominations, such as a Predalien (in which case elders are usually the one to hunt them)

However they will also use xenomorphs as mounts, attack dogs, and other such things. For example one yautja rode a xeno-rex in ancient times as a hunting steed.

@phoenixcatch7 I summon thee mutual lol

[x-candy-guts-x]

PaRT TWO

•You were going to head for the door when it opened before you could get to it. In its doorway stood a tall, muddied grey and black crocodilian scaled individual in his classic dark mask.

•”NOT YOU-“ you tried to bolt past him when you were shocked. You grasped at the collar in pain. You were going to attempt to get it off but you were grabbed by the rear of it and thrown back into the room onto the bed.

•”Ooman of mountain not in danger!” Next to you a little voice rang out. The little toddler bastard, the chubby youngest of the group that you’d saved previously rang out and you pulled back in shock. You looked to the big one and back to the little one.

•”oh. Great. You sent your fucking kid to drug me.”

•a chuffle and rapid clicking came from the adult, The one who bought you in the first place. He strides across the room in just a couple steps, ruffling the kids head and leaning down to your eye level.

•”I will remove.” He said lowly. Pointing to the collar around your neck. “If you behave.” nodding you agreed. His scaly hands came up and with surprising care removed the clasp. His claws just barely grazing the bruising. You rubbed your neck and remained silent. The door was still wide open. You could try to make a run for it. But where would you go? They knew of your cave. You could try running up river but the tracks would be obvious. Swim? Maybe.. but with the recent rain the current would still be pretty hard to work against.

•he stood up and offered you his hand. Carefully you took it and he guided you to the living room. The place looked small, cozy, and sort of like a bungalow. It was and dimly lit and the front door was wide open. He gestured for you to have a seat while he walked into the kitchen. His son now across the room playing with his wooden T-rex.

•You considered making a run for it. But looking outside you had to guess it was every bit of a 100ft drop. The stairs spiraled down the trunk and to the ground but it would take you much longer to navigate that than it would him. On one of the larger seats you saw your stuff. Your pelts were in a small pile and your knife and wood for carving where sitting on top of it. He’d went and gone out of his way to bring your things here. Sitting down you began carving until he brought you some food. It looked like some sort of dried meat and mashed potato. Only the potato was a blue color. You’d fallen asleep towards the end of your next carving. This one being a praying mantis about the size of your fist. It’s wings splayed out like it was flying. You were rather proud of this one. Your yautja picked up your limp form and his sons and brought the two of you to the main bedroom. You were laid on the floor with some soft furs and the one you’d managed to kill not to long ago was draped over you like a blanket. It was like a wild boar but it had six tusks and large spikes went down it’s back. You debated even trying to hunt it but upon seeing how docile it was and how absolutely hungry you were you went for it. Using the spikes and tusks for more carving material. It was covered in cotton soft black fur only about a cm thick. It felt much like a chinchilla, just big and scarier looking.

•When morning came the two yautjas were nowhere to be seen. You took the opportunity to explore the tree house. It wasn’t too big, mostly just tall and decor was fairly sparse save for the mounted skulls and one picture on the side of his bedroom. It had him, a taller female and his son but as an infant. There was also a furry six tusked pig. ‘Ah shit.’

• all day long for the coming days you carved away. About two weeks in youd assembled a whole menagerie of wooden critters. You gave the little yautja who you came to know as (bro I have no idea someone help me or he’s gonna be called timmy 🔫) quite a few over that time and his dad you called crock. His scales and color reminded you of the salt water crocodiles back home. You began carving him one when they both came through the door. You stood up and greeted them and the little one hugged your legs. He didn’t really speak much but the wonder in his eyes said it all. You were his magical ooman of the mountain. Bringer of wooden creatures. Smiling you reached for the chair and held out a large cloth. Wrapped up in it were several carvings. Pointing at the door you looked to his dad. Hoping they would get the idea to give these carvings to the other children.

• crock shook his head. You could see his face due to the mask but his posture loosened. He took hold of the cloth in one hand and yours in the other. “It is time tiny ooman met her little followers.” This puzzled you but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it when you were slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and out the door y’all went. Making it to the ground he sat you down and the group went quiet. The kids all stared at you wide eyed as crock handed you back the cloth. He nudged you forward. There was a pause. You laid the cloth on the ground and opened it. The pile of maybe six wooden figures revealed and the children ran to you.

•he watched from the side with the other adults as you told them stories of the creatures of earth. You still didn’t have the heart to tell them that deer were in fact not massive dangerous carnivores. His chest filling with a sense of calm joy as you played with the little ones. And also, a bit of sadness.

This is so bad and I can’t believe it took me like three days to come up with it ugh. Anyway I’m debating doing one last part but I’m not entirely sure how to wrap it up. I have a rough idea but let me know if you want me to include anything specific :) I also have requests open so feel free to slam one into my inbox lol.

Edit: welp here’s the next part lmao

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Yautja x preschool teacher reader

Yautja x GN! Preschool teacher reader

Word count: 521

Warnings: children, drama

Summary: being a preschool teacher has us ups and downs, but thankfully your lover is waiting for you at home ready to hear all about your day

A/N: this was an idea from a friend. I thought it was cute so here you go. @spacialshrimp

The yautja don't have a concept of work the way oomans do. So it took a lot to explain. School hours are from 8am to 3pm, but you have to be there by 7am, drop off starts at 7:30. And even though pick up starts at 3 it goes until 5, and even still there's this one parent who despite being told repeatedly that pick up ends at 5 and that you and the other teachers need to go home they keep showing up late, up to an hour late sometimes. Your lover finally put a hand on your shoulder, politely calming your rage induced ramblings.

The biggest thing that they didn't understand was child rearing. In yautja culture it is common for mothers to live in groups with each other, either in villages or on clan ships where they would raise the sucklings together. Caring for, feeding, and looking after each other's children. So when explaining that you and two other teachers were responsible for one classroom that made perfect sense, but you lost them entirely when you told them that none of the children are yours and more, the children all go home with their own family's at the end of the day. 

Eventually they come to accept your strange earth ways. They even find it quite endearing that you so dutifully care for the little creatures. Everyday they look forward to hearing about them. Some days you have nothing but good to say about the kids. You'll come home with drawings, crafts, and other trinkets that your kids have given you. Other days you have nothing but complaints. You try not to complain about the kids, and usually you don't need to, they're just kids trying to figure out how to be a person for the first time ever. No, your complaints are usually about the adults.  

If your job was just getting to play with kids, even with all the mess and smells that entailed then your job would be perfect. But there is so much more to it than that. You have to keep your boss happy, which is never easy given the mounting demands that she places on you. Some, not all, but some of your coworkers are the most catty, backstabbing, manipulative people you've ever met and it's a wonder they're even allowed around other people let alone kids. And the parents. Oh the parents. They're demanding, entitled, selfish, shortsighted, ignorant. Not all the parents there are few who remind you of why you do this job. But you have to desperately cling onto them like a life preserver in order to keep you going. 

However you come home after work, whether it's glowing from all the cute things your kids did today, or fuming at the abuse you had to  endure from the other adults, your lover knows how stressful your job is and makes sure to take care of you with a warm mug of your favorite cozy drink and some comfy cuddles. Allowing you to turn your brain off and just relax in the company of someone who loves you. 

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Predator and Prey

Somewhere within the deep woods of the forest around Mount Fuji, it was clear blue skies and high temperatures this fine summer. For Kirishima, after exams and a well earned break, he knew he’d love to right about now be on a beach with Mina and Maya or just hanging out around them in general. But instead of being skin on skin intimate with his alien queen and shapeshifting lady of the waves, he was here in the closest equivalent Japan had to a jungle, the sun baring down as he found himself in a literal life or death struggle. It’d seemed some simple enough,the JSDF had been around here conducting training exercises and for reasons unknown, one of the platoons had gone missing, presumed captured.

Of course he was passing by when he overheard the situation and stepped up, volunteering to go find and rescue the band of soldiers. That’d been several hours ago, the noon day sun hanging high above as the Red riot hero rested against a tree trunk while catching his breath. So far there had been no sign of the platoon and he had the sneaking suspicion that whatever got them was up to something. As if whoever or whatever was around here was following him....tracking him down and stalking him, akin to a wild predator seeking its prey.

Unknown to the sturdy hero was that indeed his suspicions were correct as perched high up above on a tree branch, he was being watched. A transparent figure shimmering in the sunlight, its form implied to be very well built and power as its hidden gaze was locked upon the himbo. A distinct clicking or chittering sound heard as its point of view was an infrared spectrum, seeing Kirishima's body heat standout clear as day. Clearly it was liking what it saw as if it could sense the raw strength presiding within the humanoid tank.

Whoever or whatever this figure was, it certainly wasn't human and it seemed to take an interest in him. So much so that unknown to him, the platoon of soldiers had already been released, let go back into freedom as they were deemed unworthy prey. Yes as far as this creature was concerned, the Red Riot was a more worthwhile quarry as the shimmer distortion around it faded in crackles of static electricity. Revealing this enigma to be a female of one of the most notorious urban legends around, a creature from a race of intergalactic hunters who went from planet to planet during the hottest times of the year in their climates, seeking out targets to hunt and worthwhile trophies to claim.

There were many names and titles given to these beings, most common being Predators or their proper designation, the Yautja and this distinct femme fatale had felt itself in the presence of a worthy quarrry. Its ultra-violet vision gazing on him as distinct clicks could be heard beneath its chrome helm as static flicked along her being, rending her invisble once more as she began to stalk and track down the hero in training. She couldn't quite think why exactly, but there was something about Kirishima that stood out compared to those soldiers. He was strong, that much she could tell but seemingly, was it the idea that he came out here all alone?

Whatever the reason, the hunt was on and this femme fatale was on the prowl as the day passed on, seconds into minutes which moved into hours. So far she had to say she was finding the sturdy hero an impressive specimen, as her quarry made the most of their terrain seemingly getting the feeling someone or something was following him. The maze of trees, rubble and paths providing plenty of means for Kirishima to find himself a hiding place, to which the Huntress had to say, was plenty resourceful. The soldiers prior to capture had been panicky, desperate and clumsy but this one was no stranger to navigating his way around in the wild which only made him a potential worthy trophy pending in her mind.

Yet for every moment her quarry eluded her, the huntress found that his survival skills were putting him quite a few steps ahead, enough to have her wondering if at some point that the tables had been turned on her. That she had become HIS prey instead and if that were the case, why did this not worry her in the slightest? Rather if anything it excited her, dare she think it aroused her, sensual pleasure coursing through her very being. To think that on this simple little planet she would find not only a challenging hunt but perhaps a worthy mate, a prime specimen of male that made the Huntress' body burn with a need, a desire to bare his young.

Yes indeed perhaps children from a man such as him would become nothing less than the finest hunters to grace and stalk throughout the galaxy, as her determination intensified along with her libido's thirst. The hunt was on as once the pair caught sight of each other or got within range, combat was engaged. Kirishima quite puzzled as well as surprised to find he was dealing with some sort of alien, a literal extra terrestrial who of course was packing some major heat on her. The Yautja of course only felt validated and vindicated by her instincts and impression of the hero in training as his quirk proved to be more than affective against some of her bladed tools, to say nothing his being able to tank against her plasma shoulder cannon.

Whenever the opportunity to escape and gain some distance to recover and re-strategize presented itself, they'd take it especially to patch up any major wounds. Kirishima wasn't worse for wear bar some damage to his outfit while the Huntress found some of her equipment had taken some of its own. Her cloaking device was now on the fritz, her shoulder cannon bent in disarray and to say nothing of the chips to her blades and yet it only made her all the more aroused. Truly such a thrilling hunt and such an impressive specimen of Man, it was intoxicating compared to the thrill of the hunt.

Particularly when she found her quarry setting up traps here and there, proving no doubt that Kirishima had himself some experience when it came to wilderness survival. Some she was able to avoid but the few that managed to spring up on her naturally lewd to the chivalrous himbo ambushing her for some close quarters combat. His will to fight not out of some need to prove some sense of superiority but the need to survive, it was only serving to further arouse her. Their eventual game of cat and mouse at a pint where they stood across from each other, panting as the sun was setting in the horizon, both a little worse for wear but still raring to go.

Kirishima:”Had enough? Or you thirsty for more? I can do this all day you ugly motherfu-“*Whatever Kirishima was about to say next was interrupted as he heard the Huntress make a strange sound, like a mix of a purr and the chittering of mandibles that dare he say sounded rather sensual? As piece by piece, she began to disconnect and discard her equipment and tools, save for her wrist device as she then began to actually strip naked right before him. The Red Riot’s eyes bugging out along with his jaw dropping as the still helm masked alien babe now stood before him laid bare exposing a thicc, powerful body that’d been trained and honed in the ways of her culture. Her chittering purr growing in volume as unknown to him, her visual scan and visual spectrum could pick up signs of arousal.*

Kirishima had a feeling this now naked Huntress couldn’t quite speak any human language but her body movements were ones he was definitely understanding right now that was for sure. You didn’t sleep with the girlfriends he had and as many women as he had been with sexually and not be able to tell that this dreadlocked scaly alien Amazon was saying “I want your babies you stud”. As she easily dwarfed him at height having to be something like six feet plus If not taller, looming over him as she stood up close and personal to him, her clawed hands on his bare chest as she caressed his muscles. If her message wasn’t clear before, his face being near between those quite firm yet stunning tits of hers was definitely hitting the nail on th head, that was for sure.

What followed from dusk onward was the labyrinth like forest of Mount Fuji echoing throughout long into the night with the sounds and cries of animalistic, passionate mating. The huntress experience a better thrill than that of the hunt, that being claimed by her new alpha male as his quite impressive length and girth thrust and pumped into her slit. The sturdy bingo proving himself quite a capable sexual lover as he displayed and proved his virility an prowess which showed her there being more to sex than she ever thought capable. And she was loving every moment of it, especially whenever he would cum inside her thus ensuring she’d end this encounter carrying a future generation of hunters.

Even in positions where she topped him, she knew she was submitting before him, he was the victor and she was his trophy. Being claimed as only a prime specimen of man like him should, every slap of her ass and squeeze of her tits tempting her to remove her helmet just so she could kiss him and give him oral pleasure. Perhaps next time as she was already thinking of her next return trip to Earth, knowing she needed, had to mate with her alpha male enough to ime to make a tribe’s worth of children. Okay so maybe she was getting a little erotically addicted. Ut why woildnt she with a man like this?

From cowgirl to full nelson, to the intimacy of a standing fuck, being pinned up against a tree or laying on the grass taking it doggy style or prone bone, The huntress welcomed and relished each and every round. Her alpha male not stopping until his powerful cock and balls felt drained, as the pair laid together within the wild, basking in the afterglow. Come the morning Kirishima would’ve thought it was all some bizarre dream had it not been for the fact he woke up naked and alone…save for a necklace of strange exotic animal teeth left by his side. He just knew this would be quite a story to tell Mina and Maya, that was for sure.

The yautja woman of course was seated in the cockpit of her spacecraft, heading back to her home world. Rubbing her stomach contentedly having no doubts she had claimed Something far better than a hunting trophy. Yes indeed the first of many children she hoped to receive from her alpha male that would be raised and trained to become skilled and strong hunters for generations to come. Already awaiting and counting down the days until her return to earth and the pleasure that would follow meeting her stud once again.

[eclipseshotel]

I love to give my yautja shit (and sometimes it nearly warrants my execution) but he’s a good man who treats me like a princess

[astoldbyaja]

Primal: The Clan of Blood and Water - Ch. 7 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

The rain was harsh as it fell over the grotto. Scorpion just purred down at my naked form as he rubbed my stomach, his white eyes not leaving my own. I smiled at him with a gentle gaze feeling his scaly hand move about me.

“Are you feeling alright? Are you hungry… warm enough?” he asked, his eyes showing a bit of concern. He was such a worrisome mate. I hummed gently.

“My mate is such a worrying male. I am fine my darling.” I replied. His mandibles click as he lowers himself to my stomach and lightly nuzzles my round stomach.

“I can feel the suckling’s movement. When the time comes, we will enter the water together. I will hold you from behind and coach you through the birth.” he said lightly, and I smiled and nodded as I watched him.

“I cannot wait to hold them in my arms.” I replied. He purred gently in respond pulling me closer to him.

As the days went on, Scorpion was anxiously hovering around me as he taught me about the different wild and plant life around us. He watched every step I took, quickly kicking and breaking vines and fallen branches as so none of it would pierce my feet or that I would trip on it.

If a creature was moving to close to the grotto, he was there immediately roaring loudly to scare it off. He brought home numerous animals and skinned them immediately presenting their skull and pelt to me. I would mount them on the wall near the area where our suckling would call its room and play area. It was filled with bones and blunt objects scorpion put in to use as weapons.

As I sat on the beach with a smile, Scorpion approached with a look of happiness in his eyes, holding what looked like a wrist gauntlet.

“Teleya… I have something for you.” He said. I was sitting up when he approached, and he lowered himself to me with a sharp shrill. He held up my wrist gently and then placed the gauntlet on my wrist. I noticed the intricate patterns on the gauntlet but what really caught my attention was the small pad in front of it, it didn’t look like yautja technology it looked like…

My eyes widened as I looked at Scorpion who’s eyes seemed pleased with my look.

“Is this my phone?” I asked. He nodded.

“Yes… it was on my ship and I thought of merging it with this gauntlet. I know you use it to sing. It can be used for such now.” he replied, and I looked at him completely taken aback as I admired the gauntlet.

“How? How is that possible?” I asked.

“It was not difficult to do. It took a bit of rewiring. Our language is in it too. If something ever happens, if there is danger and we are separated, then we can find each other.” he said with a purr. I looked up at him with a loving smile and I nod placing my hand on his face.

“Thank you.” I replied gently. He leaned into my hand and purred. Suddenly, I peed all over myself. The sand was covered in clear fluids and blood. Scorpion and I both looked down between my legs and a slow ache began to form in my stomach. I began to moan out in pain and now everyone began to look at us. Oh my god the baby was coming! It hadn’t even been a fully month. Scorpion raised me up immediately and just moved toward the deep sea. My thighs were bloody and red, and I just stared in complete shock, the pain already shooting up into my body. My head fell back, and I let out a cry of pain.

My muscles feel tight my body seeming to want to just curl up. I feel the water at my fingertips as Scorpion goes just deep enough that the water went to his waist. Now he lowered my legs into the water and pulled me to his chest holding me by my underarms.

“It is alright my tempest I am here.” he cooed. Shouldn’t there be a doctor here or something! My mind was starting to race as well as my heart. I can see blood pooling into the water and I cry out more as I felt my body breaking almost.

“Aaahhh it hurts!” I cry out. My face was wet with tears as I feel Scorpion nuzzling my face.

“Your pain will be over soon. Here take hold of my hand.” He purred and I did squeezing it tight as I felt my vagina ripping. I felt my stomach muscles pushing and I could feel many yautja’s eyes on us, watching our most intimate moment. Everything was stretching and I felt I would break!

“Scorpion, I’m scared!” I cried panting heavily. He nods and holds me caressing me more.

“It is alright to be afraid. Push all your fear into me… the suckling will start to move through you. Try and push.” he coached. My face was sweaty and hot and I took a breath and tried to push and I was met with searing hot pain and fire through my whole body. I yelled out hard feeling my body immediately try and stop pushing.

“I can’t! I can’t do it!” I cried out turning away in shame.

“Yes you can Teleya… you have endured so much in your life… you can endure this you must for our child.” he said. I sobbed more still feeling pain and fear devour me. Even with Scorpions nuzzling and gentle shrills I still did not feel ready. But I think about that moment… that moment I died and came back to live. How could I give up now when my baby was not willing to give up on me. I began to pant more, hyping myself up. I began to spread legs wide and started to push.

I was met with another stabbing pain, but I didn’t care. I screamed hard as I began to push through the pain. My throat felt bruised and sore, but I didn’t care. I inhaled and took light breaths before I pushed again. It hurt even more, but I didn’t care. More and more blood were coming out of me and I let my head fall back as I felt something was coming.

“That’s it Teleya, you are doing it! You can do this!” Scorpion cooed and as I tried to rest, the pain still very much here, I thought of Gaia’s words of how she thought I was weak. I felt a stab of anger through me. I would show her I was just as capable of any yautja here. I inhaled and started pushing again, my body only answering me with more pain. I didn’t care. I screamed more feeling something pushing its way out of me continuing to move. It was slowly coming, but coming nonetheless.

I feel Scorpions purrs and shrills of encouragement. I focused only on that feeling the baby sliding more out until finally, I’m left empty, and I cry out as we both made attempts to grab at the floating object. I caught the heavy ball and he backed us closer to the shallow water and now I looked at this curled up bloody thing, blood already washed off by the water. I see hands and feet on a tiny body and slowly the ball uncurls, and I look with wide eyes as a soft face begin to stretch with a deep yawn.

“Oh.” I said breathlessly as the small face began to scrunch, eyes beginning to slowly peak open. My eyes widened at the brown and white eye that slowly looked up at me. A soft shrill began to escape its mouth. It had no mandibles just yet, but it did have tiny little locs. My heart rate lowered and I couldn’t help but stare down at the small pair of eyes that were opening more. The shrilling grew a bit as small, chunky little arms began to raise up, tiny claws reaching out to me. Droplets of my tears had landed on its face and its eyes closed on instinct. I let out a breathy laugh as I raised my hand finally to touch its scaly little face.

The baby cooed and I feel Scorpion’s face nuzzling against mine as he looked over my shoulder our baby.

“You did it, my love.” he said, and I found myself crying more as the baby cooed and shrilled loudly testing its voice. Its body was the same color as scorpion, and it had both our eye colors. I raise my finger to its body, and it takes my finger happily cooing. I cried more at its tiny hand, and I leaned forward and nuzzled my cheek with it and it made a happy hissy as our cheeks touched. I then bring it to my body, so it knew my heartbeat, my scent. Scorpion quietly lifted us from the water and began to walk through the sand.

The feelings I felt in this moment were intense and protective. This was our baby. Our suckling. I felt my nipple leak milk immediately and I watched my suckling lean forward and attach its tiny teeth to me suckling quietly. I was too busy looking at our baby that I didn’t even notice Scorpion hissing and growling around us, making all the other yautja back away bowing with respect. I just stared with exhaustion at our child. I could not tell if it was a boy or a girl yet, but I was sure to find out soon enough.

The baby sucked greedily, and I could definitely feel the pain from its little teeth, but after pushing it out of me not even thirty minutes ago, made me not even notice after a moment. Scorpion returned us to our grotto and lied me carefully on my back. He then shrilled lightly as he loomed over us both. The baby leaned up and looked up at Scorpion with a curious hiss. I watched Scorpions eyes soften on its small frame as he raised his hand to place it on its head.

“It is a girl…” he said lightly. My eyes widened at his words.

“How can you tell?” I asked. He chuckled lowly.

“I can tell.” He replied before looking at me and leaning his face into me as if to mimic a kiss. I kissed him gently before we both just moved down and looked our cooing suckling who reached out for her father’s large finger. She was finally here… our daughter.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Tailored To Fit

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x Reader

Word Count: 4308

Summary: We'ar-ow drags you back to her room forces you to take another bath. With a fleeting glance in a nearby mirror, you see what she done to you. You asked her what the symbol is. Hers. Dwainet didn’t mark you, another mistake on his part. Now, you are hers forever. After said bath, you are next pulled along to another place on the ship. How many times will this occur before you lose it?!

Author Note: I promise yall I'm not dead, just went on a trip then got covid afterwards. So… sort of dead but not fully, yet. Thank you for all your wonderful comments! I love reading them. I do promise We'ar-ow will lighten up, but you'll have to wait and see!

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The metal elevator doors whooshed open before you, snapping you from your scattered thoughts. Physically, you jumped with your shoulders scrunched but had to relax. Pain spiked up from the new wound on the back of your neck. A hiss pushed passed clenched teeth.

Yesterday was shit. Today was shit. Tomorrow’s forecast looks to be heading in the same direction. A pained sigh had most of your muscles relaxing. You finally took the first step out of the metal box to join We’ar-ow. Said alien was heading straight towards the door of her apartment like dwelling. Her tall height helped her long strides. We’ar-ow was already at the door and inputting a code for it unlock. Something you noticed this time. Hm.

More metal slid out of the way to reveal the Monarch’s courters. You’ll never get used to the sight. This place dwarfed what Dwainet had. It made sense. Royalty got everything. Lower-class got nothing. The Monarch gets what she wants. That unfortunately had you stuck in this mess of a new life.

We’ar-ow wasted no time stepping into the room. On the opposite hand, you had paused until taking the unnecessary movements to pass the threshold. Behind the duo, the door closed with a soft hissed. The noise making you jump again.

Yet, there was a sight before you that held your full attention. We’ar-ow’s body completely relaxed after the privacy of her room was completed. Your head tilted slightly, brows furrowed for only a moment. The next, the Monarch huffed and marched towards her room. You were back to be tense all over again.

Flashes of what lies beyond appear each time you blinked. Skulls. Skulls of your own kind mounted on her wall. Decorations and prizes she’s been either gifted or collected herself. You didn’t know anything about her. Is she more of a hunter or are most of the bones in the collection are gifts? If so, then most of those came from during the… mating season. You were about to shiver at the reminder when a harsh voice tore you from your thoughts.

“Pet! Follow.”

Instinctively, you felt yourself ready to turn back around and head out the door, tail between your legs. Steeling your frantic nerves, you stayed facing the predator all the way on the other side of her living room. Even with that much space between both of you, there was not a chance you would make it to the elevator before she caught. Like a little game of cat and mouse. A game so easily won before it even started.

The thick lump in your throat made it hard to swallow, throat bobbing with the action. One foot, slowly after another, had you losing the safe distance you had unintentionally created earlier. Before you knew it, now you stood before the Yautja you felt uneasy about. Her gaze reveal nothing of what she felt. She guarded everything about herself, not letting a single drop be seen. A mask well worn. A mask well crafted.

Once you were back in arm’s length, her hand shot out and grasped your wrist. Without further ado, she pulled you into the nightmare that was her room. Immediately, your eyes find the five skulls hanging in the same spot as before. Maybe a minute part of yourself hoped she would’ve taken them down. Never. Not for you. She wasn’t like anything that had made up Dwainet.

Maybe that was a good thing? Seeing this in your new home for the time being.

You were promptly dragged through the room and over to the bathroom once more. She let go after passing the threshold and marched over to the in ground bathtub. Oh god, not again!

To save yourself some trouble, you find your voice, even as small as it is. “I-I don’t need, need another bath.” In all honesty, it sounded like a squeak in your eyes.

As the Monarch messed with the dials and tested the temperature, you saw her mandibles twitch. It was minuscule but nothing she could hide. She finished up with the tub and stood back to her full height, forever towering over you. Her feet barely made a sound as she marched over to you. Another scoff leaving her alien mouth.

“Yes, you do, pet. You still stink of that male. Your branding needs to be clean. Oomans get infections easily.” Wait. Hold up. Back up. Rewind. ‘Branding’? What did she do?!

Anger prickled uncomfortably up the length of your spine, but you did not act on it. The fear still crawling around like a cold, frozen bath put out the fire. You bite your tongue to hold it back. Instead, you found a question to take it’s place. “Can I get some privacy this time?” Something simple. Something any-

“No.” Just no. No explanation. Nothing but a single word to answer your question. “Strip.” Gods, not again! You’ve been humiliated enough today out in public. Especially when she just simply pinned you to the dirt mats and carved something into your flesh.

Two days! It’s only been two days. Already, you could feel this wasn’t going to last long. There was only a certain point you could wait to until harsh words were lashed at her. The Monarch would return fire with probably snapping your neck. Nothing but a pet. That’s all what you were to her. Meaning nothing more. How much could you endure before your lid popped off?

Again, you swallowed and found a spot on the ground more interesting. The clothes given to you by We’ar-ow were stripped from your frail body and held in your hands. A snarky remark sitting like a hot coal on the tip of your tongue. So close to touching the air and spewing burning fire at the person who owns you. Like a good pet, you kept your head bowed and listened.

We’ar-ow stalked around to the back of you and disappeared from your sight. Your body far too tense to turn around and find out what she was doing. She stayed a foot away from you, body heat rolling off of her like a dragon’s fiery breath.

Warm, calloused pads rested on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. Like prey, you tensed, ready for a finishing blow to wipe you from her presence. The hit never came. Just the softest of strokes over the clotting mark. You hissed from the pain. We’ar-ow did not react, ignoring your movements and sounds.

All you do was glance over to a nearby mirror. A chance to see what the mark looked like. Red, anger, a spitting image of how you feel reflected in the glass. The symbol was strange. Nothing you’ve seen before or heard about from Dwainet. Part of you wants to reach back and run your fingers against it. To see if it was truly there or a part of your imagination.

When We’ar-ow stroked it once more, the newly clotted blood was brushed off. More of the red, hot liquid poured from the wound. She had gone deep. Deep enough to scar. Shit. It was a mark of ownership over you. “What is it?” you had asked, needing confirmation of your suspicion. If she would reveal her hand, you would take it.

“My Monarch symbol. That male never marked you. Another mistake he’ll pay for. Yet, it works out in my favor. No mark on you makes you free rein. I warned him cycles ago to do it… but he never did. His loss is my gain.” The desperate need to ask her why she wants you sits on your tongue again. Her original answer of her being the Monarch didn’t sit right. There was more beyond the façade she put on. Something that you wanted to peel back and reveal, to learn what made We’ar-ow, We’ar-ow.

What was itching in your throat more was the need to yell. To scream at her you aren’t hers or her pet, no matter what mark she put on you, no matter what she called you. Dwainet may have abandoned you, but you aren’t free rein.

Human or not, they’ll learn you aren’t some weak-minded creature.

Heated hands slipped from your body and almost left you cold and shivering. The tub was close to full at this point. No steam rolled off the surface. We’ar-ow stepped around to stand at your side. “Enter. Keep scrubbing at your skin until that wretched male smell is gone from you. I don’t want to catch another whiff of him again,” she spoke, eyes on the water.

About an inch before the water touched the edge, We’ar-ow sat down on her haunches and turned the dials off. You observed the way she stood up. A touch of grace, a hint of caution, most importantly, the ferocity in knowing you could die so quickly to her. Before you would’ve probably know it, your neck could be snapped.

She didn’t turn back to you as she walked over to the bathroom sink. The words from before echoed in your mind. You carefully entered the tub before anything damning could escape your feeble lips. Your barrowed clothing set right the edge. The small piece of jewelry given to you was set on top of the pile.

You took her order seriously, nervous of what she might do if she did smell him again. Your skin scrubbed with just your bare hands till you believed it was good enough. Once more, you kept everything hidden below the water line.

Throughout the whole process, We’ar-ow stood at the counter, both hands resting on the edge. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what she was doing or thinking. But if she stayed over there, eyes off of you, there was not much to complain out. You continued to scrub with your hands until you felt ready to exit.

After finishing up, you waded through the water towards the edge closest to her. Your chin peacefully resting on your crossed arms relaxing on the metal that made up her bathroom floor. From this new spot, you observed the mighty Monarch be in her own world. It seemed strange to see her like this, her guard more lowered than you’ve ever seen it before. You wondered if there was a big enough chance to kill her where she stood.

Where would you go from there though? Her clan would be infuriated with you. Fuck that, they would be a thousand times worse than just that. You would probably not be even killed right away. No, they most likely would torture you for however long they feel like it. That’s a quick death you’d beg for like the pathetic prey you are.

Truly, this life offered no escape. Surrounded by a species born to hunt and kill. Is death better? Is death the only escape than being a pet to the Monarch?

Yet, the Monarch has nothing but been fair to you. Excluding the branding. Before that, not a wrongful paw or claw had been laid upon you. Clothes, food, a roof over your head, and your own room. Though, a room that is decorated for a pet than an actual person. It was something better than what Dwainet has ever given to you.

Maybe you were blinded by love the entire time. Here you were, a young adult. The first whiff of love and now you’re stuck on an alien ship, god only knows how many miles away from home. Your lungs quivered with a huge intake. Then, you realized a large, pink form crouched down before you. You squeaked and pushed back from the body.

Water splashed about, licking up the sides of the tub and over the edge. Your arms instinctively curl in to cover up yourself as you stared wide eyed at We’ar-ow. How in the world did she just appear there?!

Similar to a cat, her eyes slowly blink as she observed you. A hand reached down and tapped the ledge, her talons making a clicking sound. The move in your mind was instantly reminding as an owner calling their dog. It was hard to steel your expression from turning sour. This. This was ridiculous. This was humiliating!

And, you listened. No other choice but to listen. Punishment was something you didn’t want to learn about from her. Dwainet never harmed you but that was because you believed he loved you. Maybe he fell as quickly in love with you just as quickly as he fell out of love. You pushed through the water, arms crossed firmly over your chest, and stopped before her crouched frame.

We’ar-ow simply offered a hand in your direction. Surprise morphed your face before you gently rested your hand in hers. The strength of a freight train drove her to pull you up, out of the water, and deposit you on bathroom floor. You stood before her, in shock on how quickly that occurred then shook your head. Water was flung side to side with the motion. Whoops.

Crystal clear water ran rivers down your exposed skin, creating a small pool at your feet. Said pool soon rolled down back to the tub. We’ar-ow used a toe to press a button next to the dials. The water is now retreating from the bath.

A curled finger used your chin to guide your face back to face the creature in front of you. We’ar-ow bent down slightly, pink tongue flickering between her mandibles and tasting the air. Like a predator, she slowly moved her head to scan you over. A content grunt sounded. She stood back at her full height and grasped your bicep in her hold.

Like before, you were dragged over to a familiar spot and blasted with warm air. Your skin dried within seconds. We’ar-ow movements were swift, demanding, and left you no room for a word. No chances were offered before she had you dressed and trotting after her through the halls. Every one of her steps light, feet bare on the metal, clanship floors. Just like you. But your feet made small slaps no matter how hard you tried. It was either her skin or the way she just stepped.

The pink Yautja stopped before a door and inputted a code. The movements of something you found familiar, just like back at her own door.

A beep sounded and the metal slid out of the way. What was revealed to you was something out of a book or movie. We’ar-ow stepped forward, completely ignoring the way you just stood there, eyes sparkling.

It had a strange appeal to it. Clothes, armor, and anything of the sort were everywhere. Organized but everywhere. On mannequins or hangars. From tall ceilings to floor, the place was filled with all sort of different fabrics and clothing. You were enamored and felt like a child in a candy store. This was all knew and boy was it cool!

“Pet.” Shit. You snapped out of your joy, eyes finding We’ar-ow’s back to you. How did she know? You took the necessary steps to walk over to her, behind her but more to her side.

That’s when you saw a new Yautja. Instinctively, you wanted to take a step to the side and hide behind the Monarch. Yet, you stayed rooted in the same spot and gazed upon this male Yautja.

Cliché enough, a monocle sat on his left eye. The other was gone, a deep, ugly scar replacing it. You could only cringe on the inside of the pain he had to endure from that. He wore something unusual for Yautjas. More of a suit or uniform adorn his brown/bronze body. He was a beautiful color. He messed with his gauntlet device on his arm before picking up his head.

In slow motion, you watched as his laxed body tensed under the sight of We’ar-ow’s new presences. Then, he bowed his head, eyes going towards the floor. Respect instantly given to her. “Monarch! On time, like always,” he spoke, voice sounding a higher pitch in the Yautja he used. The translator in your ear almost drowning him out.

She stayed where she was without moving a single inch. “Ruach,” she greeted the now nervous Yautja before reaching over to you. A massive paw landed on your shoulder and guided you forward.

Ruach’s eyes were on you the moment you were pushed into the spotlight. There was indifference in your eyes. Good. At least, he didn’t have a hatred or disgust for your kind. “Ah, the ooman.” He took a step towards you. The hand on you twitched, fingers slightly digging into your flesh now. A sight he caught on quickly and reframed from taking anymore steps. “I will need to touch it for measurements.”

Your face twitched, anger flashing in your eyes at his jab. It? These spineless pricks! You breathed carefully through your nose and just watched the Yautja pull out a measuring tape.

The hand slipped from your shoulder, brushing down your back. In its wake, goosebumps sprouted to life. You had to stop yourself from shivering.

“The clothes must be removed as well,” he spoke as matter-of-factly. Your head jerked back, mouth falling open. One threatening step was taken in his direction. A finger pointed straight at him as you glared deadly daggers at him.

“Now, wait a fucking minute! You-“ a hand engulfed your mouth and yanked you flush to a boiling body. You stiffened, knowing who did it without having to look. The grip on your face was firm but not anywhere near hurting you. Just a warning.

Heat flashed in the male eyes, mandibles twitching. Now disgust pooled in those once gorgeous eyes of his. “My pet is still learning their place.” Is all she does to deviate the issue away from you. That hurt as well. You were half tempted to bite viciously at the hand covering your mouth. The rational side of your brain was quick to snuff out of that thought. Nothing good would come of it. All you had to do was bide your time currently and hope to survive.

Your hot breath fanned over the hand cupping the lower part of your face. All you could do in this moment was pray she doesn’t just snap your neck for the sudden outburst. Yet, you were still seething at the fact he wanted you to strip naked. Over your dead body.

The male grunted and tried to keep an indifferent look on his face, but he failed. On the other hand, you were full blown glaring this alien down.

We’ar-ow yanked your head tighter against her, officially drawing your attention away from him. Your throat bobbed as you looked up at her. All you could see was the bottom of her jaw and lower mandibles. Her eyes probably on the male.

“The clothing can be removed,” We’ar-ow said, dismissing your disapproval. If you weren’t in front of others, you would’ve cried. This was just downright shameful.

From the angle We’ar0ow held your head and pressure on your throat, speaking was next to impossible. There was no room to voice how embarrassing stripping naked in front of her, let alone him was. You didn’t know him! At least, you’ve been around We’ar-ow for two days. Not much but still something! Your hand balled into fists at your side as you burned holes into the underside of We’ar-ow’s jaw. Not that she was paying you any attention.

He looked at you with a glint in his eye. “It won’t try to bite, right?” Inside of you head, you thought ‘the fuck I won’t’. Your confidence went down the drain though.

The hand around a soft, vulnerable area slipped away. Sharp, lethal claws dragging across your skin, a warning to be on your best behavior. She nudged you forward towards the other Yautja. “Strip, pet.” The bone of your jaw creaked as you did everything in your power to not react aggressively.

“Why? Can’t he measure me with my clothes on? I’m not getting naked in front of some random person!” I yelled and whipped around to face We’ar-ow. The Yautja looked at with a mostly indifferent look in her bright eyes. But there were specks of something else floating around.

All she did was bend a little at the waist to get closer to your face. The look in her eye told you everything needed to know. Either you did it willingly or she’ll do it for you. With tight lips and anger flashing across your face, you harshly tore your clothes off and threw them next to you. “I hope you’re fucking happy for continuously embarrassing me,” you snarled, fists shaking at your sides.

Nothing was said as Ruach got to work and began to measure all different parts of your body. During this time, you found the floor to be far more entertaining. Thankfully, he worked quick and efficiently. His hands rarely even skimmed against my skin. Once it was all done, he stepped back and inputted the new information on the screen on his gauntlet.

“I’ve recorded all that is necessary. If you need something, Monarch, let me know.” With that, he turned around and sat down at his desk to begin working on my new clothing.

Part of you is jittery at the fact We’ar-ow is getting you new clothes, somewhat spoiling you. On the other hand, this Yautja has constantly disrespected your boundaries constantly. You could care less about it being her culture or what not or the fact she’s top dog. All you were was a pet to her. Nothing more.

The loss of body heat close by drew your attention away from Ruach. We’ar-ow was making her way back to the door. Your feet slapped against the ground as you retreated after her form like a lost puppy. But before you could take a step out, you realized you had no clothes on.

Still in your hand, you were swift to pull on the fabric back into place. We’ar-ow waited long enough for you to finish. The place gave you an uncomfortable feeling, so you were quick to race after her once more. Away from this embarrassing place and that infuriating male. Your body trembled for the last time in the hallway outside of the room.

We’ar-ow you straight back to the safety of her suite. No stops or letting anyone talk to her. Not that anyone would. A Monarch is a busy person. She had no time to pause and chitchat.

The threshold of her room started to offer relief. We’ar-ow wasn’t someone you trusted but having your guard up all the time wasn’t good. Your mind already starting to lag after the last two days of action and agony. A broken heart isn’t something to brush off. Blindly, you followed We’ar-ow to a room you’ve seen before.

Before you know it, you’re sitting down on the human sized dog pet. Your legs are crossed as you peered up at the big hunk of muscle in front of you. A look of indifference on her pink face. The Yautja leaned down and softly grasped your chin. Her mandibles twitched in thought. A mind you wished to eavesdrop on. Whatever was rolling around in there had to have important.

A left her mouth, eyes slowly closing. “Adapt to this new life, pet. Quickly or else I cannot save you.” Your first reaction was to tilt your head but her hold stopped that. What did she mean about the saving part? You held your tongue and watched as she stared into your eyes. It was like she was trying to find something, whatever that might be.

Either she did or didn’t, We’ar-ow returned to her full height, hand slipping away. “Stay,” she ordered and motioned with her hand in a universal sign to ‘wait’. And you did.

The Yautja left for a few long moments but returned quickly with a red, wooden bowl. From your angle on the floor, you couldn’t see what the contents were until she handed it to you.

Fruit. Exotic fruit from what would like Pandora. A hidden smile graced your face, one she spotted. You timidly accepted her offer. Before a taking a bite, you gazed back up at her. She quirked a brow down at you. “What is it?” The harsh voice added with the rudeness of her words made you flinch, clutching the bowl tightly. Like she would rip it from your hands and yell at you.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered and bowed your head, refusing to find her bright eyes on you. You chewed on your bottom lip and gazed at the fruit.

The Yautja ‘hmpf’ed. “We need to work on that.” You don’t know what she was referring to but went along with it. Anything to get to leave quickly. Today was already a disaster. The last thing you wanted was her anger to be directed strictly on you.

Two stiff pats to your head and she was leaving. The sight of her feet facing in the other direction had you picking up your chin to watch her go. You observed her powerful walk. Each step firm and calculating. A powerhouse of strictly muscle and will to survive made up this woman.

Your new bedroom door slid shut. When it did, your body slumped as you did everything in your power not to just sob into the bowl of fruit. Half of you wanted to chuck the damn thing away from you in a fit of rage. The logical side thought of waste it would be to toss it away. Food gave strength. You need strength to survive, let alone escape. You needed to take everything she gave you to keep living on.

One day, you’ll return home.

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[prey-4-me]

Yeyinde Ch 3 - Interlude

He grumbled. “There is no ��plan,’ I just… I just couldn’t leave her there. Her own kind killed her whole clan. She had nowhere to go.”

“And that’s your problem because?” She tilted her head, looking down at him.

“It’s… sad.” He shrugged.

She softened and stopped bullying him. “You always were gentle,” she said kindly. Clicking her mandibles softly, she continued, “That’s why I tolerate your otherwise dumb behavior.” He laughed softly, amused and somewhat cheered up by her teasing comment. “Anyway, I guess she’ll just stay here with us. She said she wanted to go on hunts… but what type of prey could she accompany us on?” ”Hm. I’ll think about it.” Hashori took off down the hallway. Sighing, he walked into Ai’s room.

“Hi, ooman.” He clicked a friendly greeting.

She turned and smiled. “Oh, hi there, you.” She walked up to him. Hugging him momentarily, she asked, “Where have you been?” ”Trading… uh, skulls.”

“Human skulls?” ”Well, some of us were. But not me personally. I like my collection. I mean, uh —“

“Haha! Where is this collection? Let me see.” She insisted, so he took her to the communal living space. They were on display, nicely lit and professionally mounted.

“Wow, what year are some of these? Some of them look… really old.” She gingerly touched his oldest specimen. ”My father harvested that one. I always liked it, so he gave it to me a few years ago.” He clicked his mandibles, feeling soft.

“Oh. Wow. When did he harvest it?” ”It was from a group of oomans that lived in Zhongguo.”

“Where?” ”Uh.” He was at a loss.

“Well anyway, it looks old.” She backed up. “So… when is our first hunt?” He snorted. “So… fast to hunt, hn?” “My father was a hunter too. He taught me. I want to continue his tradition.” She puffed her chest out and threw her shoulders back, defiant.

He held back a laugh and carefully said, “Okay. There is a hunt soon. But I need… uh…” He clicked his mandibles thoughtfully. “Okay from another Yautja.”

“Hashori?” She questioned.

“No. An Elder. He leads this hunt.”

“Okay, I see. Well, in the meantime, can you teach me about your weapons?” ”W-weapons?” He didn’t know the word.

“Killing tools?” She tried.

“Ah. Yes. Alright.” He motioned for her to follow him. “We can start now.”

[yautjalover]

Aquatic Yautja Concepts

So, I've been discussing with fellow Yautja fans in Discord Servers how the world and objects in an aquatic Yautja species look like. I've taken a couple of weeks to pull this all together. I'm no artist, though I try! Maybe some of the actual artists in the community would want to join in showing what they picture, too! I'd love to see what they look like. :)

First is a concept of architecture for the aquatic Yautja. I picture them as having the ability to hold their breath for longer amounts of time underwater because of bigger lungs, and thus a wider ribcage. They would situate their homes in the shallower waters along the shoreline with easy access to the ocean. Their homes would have skylights to let in the light. These skylights are made from dried out leaves that were left to bleach in the sun and painted with a compound derived from a coconut-like plant that hardens the leaves to withstand the hurricane season. The bones of the structures are made from ethically harvested trees that were culled to prevent overgrowth. The lighter brown on the walls are dried reeds and fronds from the trees used to build the internal structure.

By the entrance there is a window that they hang fish to dry on a net; this differs from home to home depending on individuals. Some may prefer to dry theirs inside, hanging from the ceiling or special nets mounted just for this purpose. Their beds would on raised daises covered in fur from local animals and woven fabrics. They bath in the shallow pools along the shore with soap that's derived from a sweet tasting fruit. I was inspired by architecture in tropical areas where they utilize what they have to build and live their lives.

These aquatic Yautja are largely fisherman and don't really have blooding rituals. They are focused on a quiet lifestyle living among nature. Unlike their cousins in the jungles, they prefer a sedentary lifestyle.

Here is a concept for a potential pattern of an aquatic Yautja. I imagine they have an array of blues, greens, yellows, and browns to help them blend in with the water when they swim. They evolved to have fins on their arms and legs to aid in swimming, a dorsal fin that can be retracted into their backs. Their arms and legs would be a little wider, the forearms and calves, to better aid in swimming. These Yautja would have evolved to have little fins on their necks as well. Below are more ideas I have for skin colors. I'm horrible at art and kinda gave up on putting it on a base figure. Use your imagination, lol.

V2, V3, and V4 are some of the colors that I picture them having. I also threw in a version of a more colorful aquatic Yautja in V5 and a skin color palette for one that lives in murkier waters in V7.

I also have created concepts for a few accessories. I think that they would make jewelry out of netting, shells, the bones from the sea creatures they eat (they use everything from their meals to leave no waste), and sometimes dried scales from fish that have been preserved to keep their shimmer.

Here are zoomed in versions of the necklace. I didn't want to put too much detail in them...since I don't know how. I left them simple so the idea can get across. Their accessories can vary from flashy pieces with big shells and teeth or simple necklaces like the one on the right made with small rocks.

Lastly is a single concept I had for clothing. I have SO MANY ideas for clothing, but I've been sick the last week and haven't felt like drawing them up. I imagine they wear netting that's been sewn into fabrics of light tan, brown, green, and blue with some pieces of red. They achieve these colors through dyes made from the blood of various sea creatures and plants.

Here is a simple concept for a bandeau. I like to think that the females wouldn't care about showing off their breasts due to the warm climate of the tropics that these Yautja prefer. This bandeau is made up of loose blue dyed fibers with a see-through burlap type fabric to back it. Their clothing is loose, colorful, and derived from the world around them.

That's all of the concepts I have for now. Maybe eventually I will make more if I'm feeling up to it. I'm more of a writer, so these take time. I'd love to see other folks ideas about aquatic Yautja! ^^

Concepts created in Paint Tool Sai v2 and Photoshop CS6 by me.