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This is my first story and I know i'm not the best. But I'm willing to give it a try and see how it turns out in the end. I hope you enjoy the story!
The blood splattered across his claws as the yautja tore through the human's flesh to get to his spinal column.Ripping it out from its old vessel with its skull attached and quickly set to work preparing the body. Usually he would skin his kill and observe the unique differences between his race and their own, but decided against it knowing anyone could appear at any moment. He was at a popular area of the ooman city, 'the park' He thinks they call it. The park was quite massive in area and a perfect place to hide and watch for prey.
Once the Yautjan was done securing the human male to one of the many trees, he made his way back to the others, making sure to fasten his new acquired trophy to his belt, ignoring the blood that dripped on his leg. He was certain the others of this clan got many skulls. The city was crawling with rouge humans that carried weapons, making them worthy prey.
Stroking one of his many skulls as he thought back to when he got his first trophy, a human skull. The Elders always sent the young yautjans they believed were able to manage on their own to Earth for their first solo mission. They didn't see humans as a real threat but were perfect test subjects to see how their young were progressing. When he was first sent to Earth to prove his worth. His interest in humans was formed, he was shocked when his saw the small creatures. They held the same body shape as his race but their face was all wrong. He always thought as them as ugly creatures but became amazed by them as he continued to observe them.
After he passed all his test and proved himself a honored hunter, he trained harder so he would be able to hunt when and where ever he wanted. He wished to return and further his research. He snorted when he remembered one of the elders suggesting to change his career to that of a scholar. Yes, he loved watching and observing the humans but he loved hunting more. He dreamed of becoming a powerful elder passing his knowledge to his future pups.
"You shouldn't daydream like that, D'arik, it may just cost you your life."
D'arik stopped himself from jumping and eyed his older brother and snorted, "No one has snuck up on me yet and my scanors don't pick up any life forms, F'ghan.
F'ghan crossed his arms and growled, "You've been comming here far too often for my liking, D'arik. Soon you'll be thinking and acting like these filthy oomans."
"And since when have you cared what I do in my spare time?" D'arik asked, deciding not to respond to his brother's obvious insult. He knew the real reason why his brother held such a grudge against him. He was 450 years younger than his brother and managed to receive more trophies then him. His father valued him more than his eldest son, which didn't suit well with his older sibling.
"When your slowly bringing dishonour to our family name!" F'ghan roared, "I will not allow that, just because you want one as a pet, or Worse... Take one of as a mate."
This time D'arik didn't stop the surprise to show, 'A Mate?!' He was close to laughing but thought against it, seeing the fury in his brother's eyes. He did not wish to fight his brother and diappoint his father, so he quickly bit down on one of his manibles and looked at the gound. Hoping his bother didn't notice his slightly shaking shoulders.
A devilish smirk crossed his brother's face, thinking he finally go he advantage over him. "So I see its true, You do fancy Ooman woman than yautjan."
D'arik looked up from the ground and up to his brother, confused. 'What does he mean by that?'
"I heard some of the others discussing it over but never thought it could be true." F'ghan continued as if he wasn't there, looking up into space. But soon drifted his attention to his brother, he smirk appearing once again on his face. "What is it, D'arik?"
"What is what, Brother?" He hissed through clenched teeth. He was furious knowing the others were talking about in such a matter.
"What is it that attracts you to them." F'ghan purred mockingly, knowing how this was frustrating his brother. "Is it there smooth skin? or is it their intoxicating scent when they're aroused?"
D'arik froze, willing the images to leave. Many other Yautjan Males have fantasized about taking a human female and some even accomplished the fantasy, not once have it even crossed his mind. But now with his brother filling his head with images of the soft skinned creatures, he can't help but become curious.
He quickly shook his head and roared at his brother, pushing him out of the way and quickly made his way into the ship.
F'ghan chuckled after his brother's retreating back and thought of all the things he could do to bring his brother down. He could smell the musk pumping out from his brother's body and knew he could use his desire against him. He knew his brother hasn't taken a female before leaving on the hunting party and knew his body would be demanding for realease soon. He made his way back to the ship. The wheels turning in his head.