He had allowed himself to become distracted, and the weather of the island was quick to change. It was giving way to clouds and rain. It was one of the worst forms of precipitation he had ever experienced. Water flowed through the rivers, not fell from the sky! It was absurd and annoying and it shut off his cloaking device. On his planet, there were hot springs, rivers, fog—but never did water fall as rain. A few tiny drops collided with his skin and he made his way silently back into the cover of the jungle. He was frustrated. However, he was determined to get his trophy.
His bright green eyes watched from behind his bio mask as the animal continued to sing as the rain picked up. Then it began to dance and spin. That was obviously courting behavior as the male grabbed a hold of her waist possessively, his mouth catching hers. They were still a mystery for him though. What purpose did that mouth touching have? Did they share food? Did they mate that way? That would be odd...but he had seen stranger. They kinda looked like they were trying to eat each other.
As soon as they broke apart, the male began to lead the female away, towards a white boat with stiff flames on the side. Rain or not, if he wanted the girl, he would have to act now. They did not even appear to be armed though, and that was a cautious line to walk. If he used no weapons though, then all was legal...Why he bothered with rules and morals when he was a Badblood anyway, he did not know. He was sentenced to death anyhow. What did it matter? What did it matter if he broke any more rules if the result was the same no matter what he did now?
A new desire suddenly took him over. He still wanted the girl-but now he wanted her alive instead.
Even though it was raining, he did not want the boat to leave and so he trudged out of the forest towards the boat waiting just a few feet out in the water. His cloaking device sparked and waved with blue electricity over his body before shutting off completely. The couple moved around the boat, touching each other and things, too preoccupied and innocent to take notice of the predator. He heard the boats engine come to life as he waded through the warm tropical water to grip the side of the boat. He was not small-a full seven and a half foot tall-and easily pulled himself aboard.
The woman saw him first, letting out a shrill noise he presumed to be some kind of defense. It was a horrid noise, but his species was capable of much more volume and so he was not deterred. He thrust forward and his muscular hand wrapped around her forearm easily just as the male came running up from the boats lower cabin. As soon as his eyes landed on the thing holding his woman, he froze. The yautja tensed for a struggle as many species heavily defend their mates and pups.
The frail woman kept screaming and squirming uselessly. The male did not attack-not even as the predator threw the woman overboard into the salty water. He heard the woman's chokes and splashing as he advanced on the male now. He was not worthy as a trophy in stature, nor for his actions as he had not even tried to help his mate but he was still a good sacrifice for the god of life, Paya.
The male disappeared down into the dark lower cabin of the boat as the predator advanced. He boldly followed him down the creaky wooden steps. The male began pelting him with various small objects, throwing them carelessly and without proper aim. He continued his advance, undeterred, even as the man crouched and attempted to hide. It was a pitiful display, and he plunged his serrated wrist blades into his chest.
He slung the body over his broad shoulder armor and carried him back up the stairs with ease. The woman was long gone, but he was confident he could track her down in the jungle. He hopped off the boat, still carrying the dead male, and trudged to shore. Then, he aimed his shoulder cannon at the boat, and destroyed it. He watched the pieces fly, the boat igniting in flames, and then it sank.
Sure that the other ooman could not escape the island now, be began to ready the body for sacrifice to the god Paya. His prayers for forgiveness-for the crime he committed that marked him a Badblood and the future crime of capturing the singing female were quickly uttered before he grabbed his ceremonial dagger. He cut off the oomans clothes first, and rolled it naked onto its back. Then he stuck the blade down beside its genitals and began to make a shallow cut all the way up to its neck, careful not to cut into the stomach cavity.
Since he did not plan on keeping the hide, he made quick sloppy cuts down its feet and hands. He removed the guts and then flipped the body over to drain it of blood as to not make a mess on himself. Then, he peeled up the cut edges of skin with his fingers and began to remove the entire hide, leaving muscle and tendons exposed. With a little tugging, the skin peeled off all of the fingers and toes, leaving holes where its nails used to be. He worked until the entire skin was removed from the ooman, including its genitals, and the ears he cut from the skull to go with the skin.
He tied the skinned and gutted body high in a tree, liquids dripping from its open body cavity. Its skinless face dangled down, its mouth open and teeth exposed, eyes staring wide. He praised and thanked his god, and offered the oomans body as sacrifice. He brought out a small vial of blue liquid and let a few drops fall on the hide and guts, disintegrating them quickly. The gruesome body was left to nature as the yautja set out in search of the female.
A small amount of the ooman male's blood was left on his fingers, and he decided to load the substance into his wrist gauntlet. That way, he could download a new vision mode into his bio mask that would highlight the most similar substances. It would quickly lead him to the other ooman. Though he did this, it proved to be completely unnecessary.
She was even easier to find then he had thought she would be. The creature was loud and obviously out of place in the jungle. Her odd hair clung to her face as she stumbled and clamored about. She was jumping at every little sound and movement and tripping over her own bare feet. And if that did not give her away, she kept stopping, bending over with a hand around her middle as she made louder sounds, sucking in air and then coffing. He supposed she may have swallowed the toxic water that surrounded the island, and its salt content might have been the reason behind her difficulties.
Since she actually seemed to be heading closer to his ship, he was content to keep watching her. When she stopped, he uttered a clicking noise to get her heart started again and her legs running. Keeping her going in the correct direction was easy, and blasts from his cannon and small disks kept her running right to his ship. She was almost boring to hunt, too easy.
When she was close enough to the ship, he dropped from the trees to land with a thud in front of her. She let out a high-pitched scream and spun away in the opposite direction. He trudged after her and grabbed her forearm easily. For not being very muscular her wiggling and squirming was quite effective and a kick from her leg almost hurt. Strong, for such a small frame.
As she kept trying to yank herself away, writhing, screaming, and squirming with madness he had to admit she was hard to hold onto without worry of tearing a limb off. So, he captured her soft waist and flung her over his broad shoulder, one arm pressed on her back and the other holding her legs down. Her small fists pounded down into his back. He only gave a jolt when he felt her bite down on him. He was glad ooman teeth were so flat. But again, what use were they? Sharper pointed teeth held so much more advantage.
By the time he found his small ship in the heart of the jungle, the girl was sedate. He released her to touch the keys on his wrist controls and the invisible craft opened a ramp and door. The ooman still had fight in it though and hearing and seeing the ship caused a new wave of panic and flailing from the creature. She kicked and writhed, her arms shoved at his head.
It was only when she yanked a thick strand of his hair that he threw her down onto the hard ramp, the rain clinkng on the metal. He let out a booming growl. She quickly tried to scramble away but he snatched her wrist and drug her inside, her screams cut off from the jungle by the close of the ships door.
He drug her through the terminals, her fingers clawing at the ornate walls and her feet kicking about. He took her into his bedroom and sealed the exit to play with his new object. He did not want the skull of this particular prey, he wanted to hear her voice to hear her sing again.