Title: The pleasure of the Hunt
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Chapter on1: Warriors
Heavy footsteps marked down the muddy path. She is being hunted for about 15 minutes and she's already tired as hell. Well, if it were not for the big Yautja she had just killed.
A trail of sweat ran down from her forehead to her eyes, burning her vision. She was dropped on this planet for about two weeks ago. Her heart was beating uncontrollably like a chest-buster ready to leave his host's warm body.
"Shit." She cursed tripping on a trap that she had planted.
"Ooman." A grotesque voice called her, at the same time the owner landed in front of her, making the ground shake with the impact. "Bpi'de, H'chak."
"Ah shit." She cursed, crawling away from him.
The grown Yautja cocked his head to the side and growled in amusement. "Sain'ja." (Warrior)
Namid tried to counterattack when he reached down for her. She was easily held by the throat like some kind of rag doll. Her legs twisting frantically.
"You are a little Sain'ja, but the fight is over."He spread his lower mandibles in aggression, squeezing her throat with his huge hand.
She struggled to get free when in a flash the huge Predator fell on the ground roaring in pain.
"Finish it." Namid's broken voice commanded while clutching onto her throat with her eyes watering.
With a swift movement, the blade slashed his neck with a clean cut. His head fell forward and vivid green blood painted the dark ground.
"Are you ok?" Sola asked, putting her huge hand on Namid's shoulder.
"Yes." She coughed, taking his spear with her. "They are coming."
Hideout
On their safe nest, the two females made sure they were not followed. The last thing they wanted was a new game.
"We cannot take anymore risks." Sola said, breathing heavily, her hand gracefully sliding down the cavern's humid wall.
"What? Don't tell me you wish them to take all the girls we find." Namid looked at her, eyes accusing exhaustion.
"Namid." Sola knelt in front of her. "Our resources will end quickly and they will eventually find us. Even if we kill them, more will come. We were dropped here for a reason."
"Leave me." The stubborn human pushed her aside and moved away. Her limbs still shaking from the fight.
"We cannot save everyone. The last time we did it, two were captured and one tried to kill us." She threw her blade to the ground. "The next one might even sell us out. We must focus on surviving."
"Sola. I need to rest." She admitted, trying to keep her feet in place. "Let's change the topic. I'd be happy if you finish telling the rest of your culture costumes." She sat on the ground not looking at her friend.
Sola angrily stood there for a while, looking at Namid when finally she sat by the fire, grating her wish."In my planet the female Thark, are nobodies. Males are the dominant….And each time, we show some affection, we are marked with a hot iron."
"Like those you possess?"
"Most of the times, i think with my heart rather than my head. And that's unacceptable." She locked eyes with Namid. "When there is no more space to mark, we are executed."
"In my homeworld, there are still… males who see us females as weak dolls and some as an easy way to get a few extra dollar's. Come to think of it, the majority of my kind is like that." She rolled her eyes.
"Then, i believe there's no point asking you to take me with you." Sola crossed her long greenish legs.
Namid smirked in irony. "Only if you want to be dissected and studied."
"I rather stay here." She said, secretly feeling desperate.
"Here, this is the leftovers." Namid still felt the previous events crawling under her skin.
Looking at the food Sola exhaled in annoyance. "This is exactly i was referring to."
"Please don't start. If we hadn't done anything, they would have followed us here. "
"I'm not going to start a fight with you." Sola rose and went to the opposite side. "At this rate, we will be captured in no time."
""Look, tomorrow we'll try to get some food."
"Of course we will. With them turning every single rock they find. Great idea, Namid. Great idead indeed. "
"I'm sorry, ok?" The human said angrily. "But i had to do something."
"We have to worry about us. Next time they find someone to hunt we turn around and leave."
"Even if it is one of your own kind?"
A momentary pause was made with vicious glares and a heavy atmosphere "I think we should rest." Sola said, picking up her blade and going to her bed, leaving Namid standing there in anger.
Outside, the jungle became aggressive and far more dangerous. Not because of creatures capable of tearing and smashing everything they see, but for certain players who were seeking more than just mere preys.
Yautja translations:
Bpi'de- End, finish, Enough.
H'Chak- Mercy
Sain'ja- Warrior