"We will not lie, steal or cheat, nor tolerate among us anyone who does.

Furthermore, I resolve to do my duty and to live honorably, so help me God."

- Yautja Prayer of the Honorable Worrior

September 8th, 2001

Nara yawned, her wide jaws stretching and revealing her rows of glistening razor sharp teeth. Her scales glistened darkly as she stood to face the night. No moon hung in the sky, allowing her black form to blend perfectly with the black and clouds around her. She was hungry. Nara walked silently to the edge of her small outcropping of rock and shifted her ton of scales, claw, and muscle to her back legs. She pushed off the ledge and opened her massive wings without a single sound, leaving gashes in the rock below her. Nara breathed the cool night air, something was coming and she could feel the shift in the wind. She brought her wings against her glistening scales and plunged to the earth below. As she closed in on her prey, she snapped her wings open and hit the forsaken animal hard enough to break bones. Nara carried her bloody kill to the river she loved and dipped it a few times to rinse the life from it's' carcass. She dug in without another thought.

She had stripped her meal of skin and muscle quickly and was on her way to its innards when she heard the shuffle. She looked up. Unlike most animals, Dragons saw in two different spectrums of light. With all lids open, they saw an extreme mix of colors and heat that things put off. With their first lids closed, it blocks most of the heat, allowing them to see like humans. With their second lids closed, all they can see is light and dark, no colors; like a human with their eyes closed. Nara opened her first lids to reveal her true eyes. It was right there. She opened her wings slightly and crouched like a cat watching a mouse. When she leapt with the slightest movement of air and leaves, she was met with the tip of a spear. It nicked her upper arm and stuck itself in her upper shoulder. She howled in anger. How dare him! She thought. Nara threw her clawed hand out and snarled as it hit and pinned him to the ground in a lightening flash. The humanoid struggled for a few seconds before giving up. Nara grumbled at the pinned idiot. To attack her meant death. She opened her lips and rumbled in his face, breathing in his scent. Ugh. She thought. Smells like dead Lok-nar and adrenaline. Disgusting. Drops of her warm deep purple blood splashed against his legs. What was he? Suddenly, something hit her in the side of the head. She roared in agony as the liquid splashed and melted the slight skin underneath her scales. She jumped back at the sight of the Queen. Crap. I'm so not in the mood to fight a Lok-nar Queen. She mused on her options long enough for it to turn on the only other option in the clearing, its black and bony corpse dripping with its own bodily fluids. The scream of hate that came from the masked figure woke her from her agonized trance. He was screwed, a broken-looking shoulder, and covered in his own glowing blood. She smiled inwardly at his loss. No, you won't be getting this honorable kill buddy, it's mine. Nara screeched a sound that rang in the creatures' ears for minutes.

"He's mine Bitch!!"

She launched herself at the Queen and slammed the giant tusks on either side of her skull into the creature's fragile skeleton, pinning it to a tree. It retaliated quickly, screeching and throwing its tail into her side. She snarled and jumped away, landing behind the now crouching worrier. Without thinking, she jumped again and spat her venom in the Queens' face, following it by igniting the remaining fluid in her mouth and breathing a slick, oily flame into the Queens' mouth. Nara hit the ground on her injured leg and side, dropping her body tiredly to the wet grass. Moments later, the Queen rose again. Hate seething through her body Naralina, the pure essence of darkness, threw her horned head at the Lok-nar in a roar. It met with a sickening crunch and squish. The Queen toppled to the dirt letting out one last hiss, when Nara backed away, dead on impact. Nara turned her head to the creature from before and bared her fangs, still angry. He dropped his spear and froze. She smiled a teethy grin and stepped cautiously up to the humanoid. He flinched as she inhaled deeply in his face. She sneezed, the snotty liquid covering him. He smelt even worse now. She lifted her great head as others stepped into view. They were all wounded in various ways, not much of a challenge to her, even with her wounds. The one in front of her uttered a few random clicks and guttural barks quietly, obviously thinking that she couldn't hear that well. The others responded in kind and lowered their weapons. She returned her gaze to the original. In a clear and angry voice she snarled strait into his fogged mind, "I don't ever want to find you in this area again. Unless you intend on fighting me." With the last word resonating in his conscience, she turned and faded into the nightmare of the forest, leaving only the dead Queen and fire in her wake.

Characters:

Male Yautja

· Dachande: an honored Hunter as well as one of the yautja on the Elite Counsel. 1000 years old and has 75 children and has a single broken tusk. 8ft, 3in. tall

· Tichinde: Young Hunter and is usually quiet and reserved. Very skilled with a spear. 300 years old. 6ft, 9in. tall

· Gr'it-in: one of Dachande's sons and is skilled with his wrist blades. 250 years old. 6ft tall

· Oc'djy: a Blooded Hunter on the Elite Counsel, sharp shooter with a Burner and hates the very existence of humans. 987 years old and has 58 children. 8ft, 1½ in. tall

· Ga'mmoh: a Blooded Hunter teacher that only chooses the best of the best to take on. His "rival" and match in teaching, Dachande, hates Ga'mmoh for killing his first pup. He stands 6ft, 5in. tall.

· Lar'nix'va: a Bad-Blood exiled to Earth in the 1780s (earth time) nothing other is known of him.

· Nat'ka: one of the High Elder's chosen protectors, a hybrid of Xeno and yautja. He loathes Tichinde for stealing the heart of the one he loves. Skilled with any weapon, he stands 7ft, 2in. tall.

Female Yautja

· Da'dtou-di: the youngest Huntress on the trip, a daughter of Dachande. Loves her Spikers. Only 100 years old and has fallen for Tichinde.

· Nihkou'te: Oc'djys' Mate. A very responsible Huntress who also doubles as the ships healer. She only fights when pushed to do so.

· Ky'lar-ra: one of the Head Elder's Chosen protectors. She is a hybrid between Xenomorph and yautja, she only uses her body to fight.

Female Doranol (Dragons)

· Naralina of the Twilight Clan: known as Nara for short. A great black Dragon proficient in spitting a venomous acid capable of melting things like Xenomorph armor. She can also breathe a deadly blue/green flame using poison from her glands and sparking her teeth together. Her Dragon form stands at 24 ft tall, and 56 ft long with a wingspan of 28 ft each limb.

· Meirikara of the Fiannia Clan: known as Meiri. A glistening Copper Dragon capable of sending out a shock wave from the thick horns on her head known as a Burst. The shock wave can destroy buildings and temporarily disable electronics. (it takes a massive amount of energy and concentration) She has huge thighs and shoulders, and she is excellent at jumping and climbing. Like other metallic Dragons, her scales were dull at birth and will become shinier with aging. She loves sharing jokes and will eat almost anything. She is only five feet smaller than Nara in every dimension.