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Chapter 4: Confrontation
Kra'vyx didn't open his eyes immediately after regaining consciousness. The first thing that greeted him was the throbbing pain from the top of his head. He wanted to rub it, but he remained still, he didn't know if he was in danger. His last memory flashed through his mind of the demon bad-blood bringing a closed fist down on him. He had brought both his hands up in a cross guard, but the power of the demon broke through; rendering Kra'vyx unconscious in one blow. He turned his senses outward.
Kra'vyx could hear breathing from two individuals nearby. With his tendrils touching the ground, he could feel through the soil they were very close, no more than twenty nok away. Taking a breath he tasted the air and recognized the scents of K'on and Ja'anya. None of them had bathed since they crashed, so their odors were fairly strong as well as the pheromones they produced. He could tell they were stressed, afraid, and depressed, hidden though under these scents he could detect salt. Not the salt from perspiration, but from tears, one of them had been crying.
He had been crying, not recently, but over the past few days he had. The loss of his brother still vexed him terribly. It was as if a bad-blood was gutted him every minute of every day. Ripping how all his internal organs leaving him a hollow figure of bone and muscle. The throbbing from his head was but a pin prick of pain while the gaping hole from his brother's death felt like a Kiande Amedha larva was eating his insides.
"Where is Hehk'eki?' Kra'vyx asked quietly as he opened his eyes. Both K'on and Ja'anya turned to see Kra'vyx still lying on the dirt floor looking up at the bottom of the tree they were hiding under. There was silence.
"She didn't make it," K'on whispered mournfully back. Kra'vyx closed his eyes again saying a silent prayer to Cetanu that her soul would go with gladness to the eternal hunting grounds.
"May Cetanu be merciful," Ja'anya added with sorrow. The dwindling hunting pack held the moment in reverence for their fallen sister. Kra'vyx slowly sat up then crawled over to where K'on and Ja'anya were sitting. Between the three of them a small pile of supplies was stacked. One food ration, two vials of healing serum, first aid kit, three power packs, some ointments and salves, the emergency beacon with a few odds and ends. Their stockpile of weapons were even more meager. Beside each of their dah'kte on their wrists, two chakt-ras, one ki'cti-pa, a dah'nagara and a small assortment of knives was all they had.
"This is all," Kra'vyx stated.
"This is all," Ja'anya confirmed. The statement hung in the air like an announcement of doom; none of them wished to address it.
"Ja'anya," K'on said weakly before coughing to clear his throat. "Ja'anya was telling me about a new plan before you woke up."
"Oh?" Kra'vyx said half interested.
"She wants to attack," K'on said with conviction.
"Wha?" Kra'vyx was confused. They were taught as pups if they were ever to run into bad-bloods to run. Run, don't look back, and find a blooded hunter that could protect you. The fact that they had tried to set traps and lay an ambush was against want they had been taught, but they did these things in order to survive. Now that they knew they weren't going to survive and rescue wasn't going to happen…
"We're going to die here," Ja'anya said definitively, "but if Cetanu is going to have my soul, I'm going to give him the gift of a dishonorable bad-blood before I go." The statement stoked a small fire in Kra'vyx; vengeance. Revenge for having his Kiande Amedha Chiva ruined, revenge for the sleepless nights and long days of running and most of all vengeance for his brother.
"The bad-blood pups have not been blooded yet. They think we are pyode amedha. We have proven we are better than them, if not for the demon protecting them, we would have been victorious multiple times. So tonight while they celebrate their non-existent victory, we hunt them."
"So," Kra'vyx asked with his mandibles twitching excitedly for payback, "what's the plan?"
Ja'anya explained the plan in great detail and also talked about several back up plans. Kra'vyx was amazed at the brain this female had, granted she was the Clan Matriarch's daughter, but the level of strategy and planning she demonstrated was well beyond that of her peers. The first stage was the preparation.
The one food ration while meager needed to be split three ways. So they cut the dried meat and fruit while Ja'anya continued. Next was a bath, because they needed to keep their scents hidden. After cleaning themselves should head back to where they last fought the bad-bloods. Find their trail and follow it back to their camp.
Next was the tricky part. Once they had found the bad-blood camp they need to stay hidden. If they didn't have the element of surprise then this whole mission was a failure. Once they got in position they needed to strike in a coordinated attack. The question was when should they attack? The longer they stayed hidden the closer to the bad-blood camp the more likely they would be discovered. So once arriving they need to strike at the first opportunity. What that opportunity might be Ja'anya didn't know.
"It could be when one of them goes off to get more fire wood. Maybe when two of them start fighting over something stupid. They need to provide the distraction to their own demise."
"Why don't we strike when they're all asleep? It's sort of dis-honorable to kill an unconscious opponent, but this fight hasn't been fair from the start." K'on looked towards the other two for their input.
"They will most likely activate their automated defense or alarm systems before they do. After they do that there is no way of sneaking up on them. Sure they will be tired but so are we," Kra'vyx said.
"True, but they'll also have full stomachs," Ja'anya stopped after saying that, realizing what their stomachs would be full of. Kra'vyx and K'on caught why she stopped, the thought of Hehk'eki dampened their hopeful mood.
"Before we start all this, there is one thing we must do," Ja'anya took off her computer gauntlet. Picking up the emergency beacon and a power cell she held them in her hands. "We need to send a message home about what happened here. I've rigged the emergency beacon to start broadcasting in five days. I'm hoping by then the bad-bloods will be long gone, the jamming signal they're using will be turned off and our Clan will be out searching for us. The transmitter is on the strongest setting and with this power-cell, it should last a month. Plenty of time to recover our messages."
"Messages?" K'on asked.
"While you two were asleep I gave a full and detailed recounting on what has happened to us. I then made a personal message for my bearer and sire. I suggest you two do the same. Give some sort of closure to our families when they find this."
"Last statement, will, and testament," Kra'vyx muttered softly.
"Mind if I go first?" K'on direct at Kra'vyx who gave slow nod. K'on gave a slight bow to the other two as he excused himself to have some privacy while he recorded his message. Kra'vyx was already thinking about what he was going to say. He knew he needed to comfort his bearer first. Tell her that he had kept the family honor and that she should be proud despite the overwhelming odds that they had not strayed from the path.
Kra'vyx glanced up to see Ja'anya with a distant expression. Probably thinking about her family back on the Clan station, reminiscing about better days at home. However, something about her posture told him that she was doubting herself. If their leader wasn't confident in their course of action it could be hazardous for everyone.
"Your strategy's solid Ja'anya, it will work," Kra'vyx reassured.
"Don't be delusional, we aren't leaving this planet alive," the confident voice that Ja'anya had while discussing her plan to attack the bad-bloods was gone. A weak, terrified pup huddled before Kra'vyx. Her legs tucked to her chest as her arms wrapped around them. Ja'anya mask betrayed her as the seal around the edges did not hold the tears now dripping off her chin.
Kra'vyx was in a dangerous position. Their leader had lost faith in her abilities to lead as she watched her hunt-mates fall. As a huntress she had suffered defeat after defeat in combat leaving her doubting her skill. If they were to go into battle this instant, Ja'anya would not be in the right state of mind to come out victorious. Her thoughts full of the worst possible outcomes.
Slowly crawling around the small pile of supplies and weapons Kra'vyx sat next to Ja'anya. The two Yautjas were just about the same size except Ja'anya was little taller. Gently Kra'vyx leaned into Ja'anya's side, when he had pressed as much of himself he dared against her, he softly began to purr.
Purring for Yautja held several different purposes. They purred when they were happy or content. Purring with a certain pheromones and body language could signify they are not a threat or the intent to copulate. Infant pups purred in their bearer's arms to tell them they were healthy, felt safe or wanted to be comforted. Bearers purred at their offspring at any age to display affection or sometimes use it in a loving scolding. The most common effect when one purred was a calming sensation.
Ja'anya's heavy thoughts dominated her attention allowing Kra'vyx to get close to her without noticing. However when a foreign feeling of calm and comfort started to conquer her depression she soon became aware of Kra'vyx close proximity. She was shocked at first to have a male who was not a member of her family purr to her. Her father and couple of her brothers had purred to her when she was very young. She was about to protest, but the now welcome comfort began to heal her spirit.
"Ja'anya," Kra'vyx whispered, "Lilka will not forsake us. She will hold Centanu off just a little longer."
Ja'anya began to purr back pressing against Kra'vyx's vibrating body. Beneath the mask Ja'anya's tears stopped, the worried brow became relaxed. Her eyes closed completely submersing herself in to the warm rumbling body next to her.
Ja'anya had been raised to challenge her own mother to be the next Matriarch of their clan. She was constantly at her mother's side at all times learning firsthand what it took to be a leader of their clan. When she wasn't with her mother she was with her tutors, filling her mind with knowledge and training her body to be a pillar of strength for her clan. She only had a social life when her mother deemed it appropriate for her.
The only time she would interact with her peers was when they shared instructors. So the majority of friends her age she met in the sparring ring. Hehk'eki was probably the closest true friend even if she was slightly a rival. Even then Ja'anya had never been with her like this.
Kra'vyx was glad his plan worked, because he honestly been missing the closeness of another. He had always had his brother, Syl'vyx, to relay on when he felt down. He had shared a close bond with his twin brother. Through any trials and difficulties they would always console each other.
Kra'vyx and Ja'anya's purring grew in volume, matching in perfect harmony. Kra'vyx's been a very low baritone rumble while Ja'anya had more of a tenor. Kra'vyx's purr trembled like a cough. Then Kra'vyx began to laugh. Ja'anya leaned way from him to cocking her head and let out a low growl displeased that he had stopped purring.
"Heh, I'm, hfm hfm hm, I'm sorry, ehem. I was thinking about my brother and it reminded about one time," Kra'vyx took a few breaths. Ja'anya continued to let a low growl, demanding an explanation. "It had been a long day, I had broken my forearm while sparring and was in a lot of pain. So Syl'vyx was purring to comfort me. He made comment that I broke my arm because I was slow. I said he couldn't beat me because he was weak. We started making jabs at each other. I said he was dumb, he said I was too short, I said his aim was shit… He made one about my arm, for a comeback I told him he stunck like a knu'ks. I don't know why, but ..." Kra'vyx let out a few more chuckles before turning towards Ja'anya.
"Ja'anya," Kra'vyx playfully said, "you smell like a knu'ks."
Ja'anya at first didn't react. Then taking a deep inhale she caught her own scent and Kra'vyx.
"Well, you're no bundle of se'sor either," she jokingly shot back. Kra'vyx stopped laughing to look at Ja'anya lopsided. Letting out a giggle then burst out roaring in laughter. Ja'anya watched for a moment before also joining in laughter. It wasn't as comforting as Kra'vyx's purring, but Ja'anya had to admit it felt good.
"I think we skip the 'cleansing' part of your plan and try and kill them with our stench."
"What are you guys laughing about?" K'on asked looking from around the corner. Slowly the two youths began to calm down and recompose themselves.
"Nothing, just needed to let go of some bad gas," Kra'vyx said rising. "My turn to leave a message?"
"Yeah," K'on offered the recording device which Kra'vyx took with a slight bow. K'on watch Kra'vyx go out of sight before turning to Ja'anya.
"What was that all about?" Ja'anya had been staring at ceiling of their hiding spot. Ja'anya let out a slow breath, feeling worlds better after interacting with Kra'vyx.
After Kra'vyx was done recording his message they gathered their meager belongings and headed for a nearby river to bathe. Each of them took turns in the water while the other two stood on guard. Without the proper cleaning salves they had to make do with hands full of sand or a rough rock to scrape their skin clean.
While K'on was bathing he suddenly called out for a Ki'cti-pa. Thinking he was in some sort of danger Ja'anya threw it without question. K'on caught the weapon the brought it down fiercely into the water. Not sure what to expect Ja'anya and Kra'vyx were dumb founded when K'on brought the tip of his spear back above water with an eel like creature wriggling wildly in its death throws.
"Paya blesses us with a meal before our hunt tonight," K'on called out, mandibles spread happily. K'on proudly marched out of the water with his kill in hand as if he was parading around the head of a kiandi amedha queen. Ja'anya prepared a small cooking fire while K'on cleaned his kill and Kra'vyx took his turn bathing.
The creature's meat provided much needed nutrients for their bodies. All of them felt rejuvenated after the meal and they retraced their steps to where they last confronted the bad-bloods. They soon picked up their trail as the bad-bloods thought their prey would only run and hide.
The light from the central star in the solar system soon hid behind the horizon as the air became colder and the shadows grew darker. The three unblooded silently continued to follow the trail left behind by the bad-bloods. Soon echoing off the trees they heard loud and boisterous singing. A hot glowing light in the distance informed the young hunters they had reached their destination.
Cautiously the trio approached the enemy camp as the loud singing continued to conceal their approach. Ja'anya motioned for them to split up and be mindful for any defenses. They spread themselves out equally around the perimeter of the camp far enough away to remain undetected. As Kra'vyx reached a good perch a wave of anger, disgust, and horror hit him as he looked down into the camp.
The first thing that got his attention were the three smaller bad-bloods dancing around a bonfire shouting and roaring songs of victory and carnage. Occasionally one would take a long drink from a jug each of them held. After consuming its contents their singing grew in volume and their chaotic dancing became more uncoordinated. Their masks were removed revealing them to be possibly just a little older than himself.
Not far from the bonfire the body of Hehk'eki hung inverted by a wooden tripod. A rope tied around one leg where the other was just a stump. The arms were bound to her sides. Her head was cut off and placed on a stave next to the body. Beneath the beheaded body a large bowl was paced as Kra'vyx watch several drops of blood fall into the full basin.
Adjacent to the body of Hehk'eki sat the Demon bad-blood sitting in a chair made from the trunk of a tree. He was leaning back relaxing as he watched the young members celebrating the kill he had made. His exposed face told of many battles he had experienced by a great number of scars and a broken mandible tip. His eyes, like his mask seemed to be super natural. Instead of glowing like fire they were cold, almost appearing like two black voids of a soulless being.
Hehk'eki's missing leg sat across the Demon bad-blood's lap. Kra'vyx stomach lurched at the sight of the half eaten limb. He knew to expect this, but it still didn't prepare him to actually see it. His was never shy around blood or gore before, but seeing someone he knew being the prey… he had a hard time taking in the sight.
Kra'vyx noticed one thing in their favor. They were all without their armor or weapons, only wearing a few choice articles of light clothing. Their armaments were stacked haphazardly in several different piles around the camp. He knew even without their weapons and armor they were still not to be under estimated.
Now all they had to do was wait for one of them to open themselves up for an attack.
Kra'vyx and the others had been hidden around the perimeter of the bad-blood camp for nearly an hour until the opportunity had finally presenting itself. The three younger bad-bloods had ended their dancing and appeared to be getting ready for sleep. One of them slowly walked into the shadows of the night beyond the light from the bonfire. Seeing the bad-blood shifting his loin cloth made it obvious he was doing.
Ja'anya was closest.
Kra'vyx had to smirk at how embarrassing a death the bad-blood was to receive. While he wished to see the bad-blood's life end he knew that he must be ready to attack the others still in the camp. Kra'vyx posed himself ready to pounce on the nearest bad-blood youth when Ja'anya finally attacked.
There was a soft sound of metal piercing flesh…
"MFFffff!"
Even though she covered the bad-bloods mouth the muffled cry of pain drew the attention of the other bad-bloods. By the time they had turned their heads to see a pair of blades sticking out of their companions chest Kra'vyx was already in midair heading for his target. The quick movement caused his cloaking field to disappear revealing himself to his intended target.
The bad-blood looked at Kra'vyx wide eyed with the Ki'cti-pa fully extended, intending to put a hole between his eyes. Realizing the mortal danger the bad-blood guarded himself with his forearm, catching the side of the Ki'cti-pa pushing the sharp point to stab thought his hair tendrils on the right side.
"ROOOOAAAAAARRRRR!" the bad-blood bellowed in pain. His cry was cut short as Kra'vyx after missing the killing strike fore went the weapon and full contact body slammed the bad-blood. Still recovering from the swiftness of the attack and now the pain of having a spear through his sensitive tendrils the bad-blood soon found himself receiving a beat down from Kra'vyx stranded above him. Kra'vyx watched gleefully as the bad-blood's head violently jerked left and right from the flurry of blows dealt on the dishonorable warrior beneath him.
"GAH!" Kra'vyx paused to look away from his opponent to see K'on knelt over as a bad-blood punched him in the gut. Ja'anya on the far side of the camp engaged with an unarmed demon bad-blood. She had done the smart thing by swiping a few of the bad-blood's weapons after her first kill. Now armed to the teeth she danced around her larger opponent delivering glancing blows, hoping she could wear her prey down from small wounds. All the while keeping the demon bad-blood away from weapons he might use.
"Stupid amedha," Kra'vyx felt himself being pushed over. Rolling away he was nearly hit by a kick from the bad-blood before righting himself into a crouch. "You only look away from a corpse."
"You are a corpse," Kra'vyx growled, "let me put you back in the dirt." Clenching his fist and flinching his wrist extending two blades from his gauntlet to their full length with a satisfying ring of metal. Kra'vyx lunged forward with a horizontal sweep of his blades. Nimbly the bad-blood skipped back, weaving, and dodging as Kra'vyx pressed his attacks.
Kra'vyx stepped forward closing the distance from the bad-blood bringing his blades down horizontally. The bad-blood hand grabbed hold of Kra'vyx wrist halting the assault. Snarling the bad-blood punched Kra'vyx in the side, making him grunt in pain. As the bad-blood wound back for another blow Kra'vyx intercepted it before it could hit him. The two hunters struggled against each other, pitting all their muscle and weight to throw the other off balance.
"You smell like the first one we killed," the bad-blood grinned as the words caught Kra'vyx attention. "Being the first time tasting the flesh of you weak amedha was hardly appetizing. The female though," the bad-blood looked at the inverted body of Hehk'eki, "she tastes sweeter. The teacher says if their unsoiled flower is just broken in it is quiet the delicacy." Despite having his mask on the bad-blood could tell Kra'vyx was reeling in disgust. "Maybe if I get that one," the bad-blood nodded in Ja'anya's direction, "I'll see if I like the flavor."
Something in Kra'vyx snapped.
*CRACK!* The bad-blooded didn't know what hit him but the world around him was unfocused as it seemed to be spinning around him. *CRACK!* The pain from the middle of his face rocked his senses again. *CRACK!* He couldn't see anymore, there was a film of something warm over his eyes shading everything in orange. *CRACK!* Whatever covering his eyes reached his mouth and he recognized the taste of blood. *CRACK!* There was pressure on his face like he was being smothered, but it was inside his skull. *CRK-SQUELCH!* It felt like his face was being pressed... *SQUELCH*…*SQUELCH*…*SQUELCH*…*SQUELCH* *SPLOCHT* *SPLOCHT* *SPLOCHT* *SPLU-UT*
*HUFF*, *HUFF*, *Huff*, *huff*,…*huff*…
"*ROOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!*"
*huff*…*huff*…
Kra'vyx couldn't see anything. Turning his head left then right, all he could see was black. Blinking a few times he finally thought to remove his mask, the imaging display apparently had broken. Removing it, the world finally came back to color. The first sight that greeting him was smashed face of the bad-blood. The front couldn't even be considered a face. It was an indent of blood, bone, muscle and flesh that was unrecognizable. He could maybe make out a tusk, possibly a bit of tongue, there was definitely a pieces of brain. Looking at his mask it was covered in blood and bits of flesh, he blinked, his mind was a bit foggy as if he was just getting over a headache.
'I just head-butted a bad-blood to death,' Kra'vyx finally realized as his short term memory finally caught up with whatever battle haze he finally emerged from. Before he could celebrate his victory something blindsided him.
"I'm impressed; you pups killed two of my students," Kra'vyx turned in panic to look for the source of the voice only find himself restrained by a net. Wiggling his head around he was able to make the massive demon bad-blood standing over the corpse of the student Kra'vyx had just killed. The massive demon looked down at the body with indifference, then an almost curious looked flashed onto its face.
Bending over the demon bad-blood reached down to the corpse's head as scooped up a wad of flesh. Kra'vyx mandibles dropped in disgust as the demon took a greedy bite out of the clump.
"Mhmmmm," the demon bad-blood purred in pleasure. "I might just keep you alive pup, you make a nice brain salad."
"…"
As the demon reached down to scoop another handful Kra'vyx wriggled against the net enough to see the rest of the camp. At the base of one of the trees Kra'vyx saw one of the smaller bad-bloods restraining Ja'anya to a tree. Her head lulled to one side as the bad-blood tied the rope tightly around her neck then wrapped it around the trunk of the tree. Her hands and feet were also anchored to trunk.
Kra'vyx eye continued to dart around the campsite looking for K'on. However, there was no sign of him. If he wasn't captured then that meant K'on had either escaped or had been killed.
"Looking for your boyfriend?" the demon asked watching Kra'vyx. "He's up there," the demon pointed. Kra'vyx followed the finger to see K'on with three spears pinning him to a tree at least halfway up the trunk. Two of the spears pierced through his torso and the third imbedded in his thigh. The warm blood flowed down the bark of the tree painting it in a bright color to Kra'vyx's eyes.
Despite the somber moment as Kra'vyx recognized the corpse of his fellow hunt-mate, he was now filled with fear as he twisted and struggled against the net that held him. He was now at the mercy of the demon bad-blood now looking over him. At the mercy of the one who had killed his brother.
"Master, the female is restrained," Kra'vyx head snapped to the younger bad-blood who was now bowing to the demon.
"Good work, and congratulations on your first trophy and prisoner. Your trials are nearly complete," the bad-blood half-heartedly praised. Kra'vyx could see the younger bad-blood's face light up with joy at the praise from his mentor. However, soon controlled his emotions to respond in a despondent tone.
"I have yet a long way to go before I am as-"
*snap*
Both heads of the bad-bloods turned to startling noise of a stick breaking. Kra'vyx turned his head hoping to see Ja'anya had somehow freed herself. That was wishful thinking as the image of their hunt leaders still restrained to her tree and unconscious. His eyes soon focused across the camp.
Being on the ground and having the blazing bonfire at the center of the camp did not help him see what had caused the disturbance. However, from what he could discern there was a bipedal figure on the other side of the camp.
"What is it? A native?" the young blood asked his master.
"Probably," the demon answered. "Just scare it out of the camp. We can hunt it tomorrow if these two don't prove to be entertaining."
"Yes, master," the younger bad-blood bowed in compliance. Walking toward the intruder the younger bad-blood started yelling at it. "Get out of here, move it," he use wide arm motions trying to shoo the creature away. The bad-blood kept this up until he had crossed half the distance to the creature.
"You certainly are dumb amedha," the bad-blood comment as the figure hadn't moved through verbal encouragement. Picking up a rock from the ground the bad-blood hurled the stone at the creature, "GET!"
The animal hoped out of the way of the thrown object. The bad-blood seemed dumbfounded that the creature had dodged the projectile. Thinking it was a fluke the bad-blood picked up another stone, throwing it harder than the first.
"LEAVE!" just like the first the stone missed its mark. "MOVE!" the third missed, "FUCKER!" missed, "LEAVE!", "BITCH!", "SHIT!", "MAGOT!"
"Having trouble?" the demon asked with a smirk.
"Just-just a little master," the demon rolled his eyes with annoyance as he walked forward.
"ROOOAAARRR!" The loud bellow from the demon vibrated the ground Kra'vyx lay on. The amount the dodging the creature had done avoiding the thrown stones had moved it to a spot where Kra'vyx could see it more clearly. It did not appear to be very tall, maybe 5 nok or so. It was definitely bi-pedal and it seemed to have a large mane around its face. It was warm blooded as it stood out from the cold night in a vibrant red. Around the face what Kra'vyx guessed were eye sockets and nasal cavity appeared in a slightly colder hue. "It is a stupid piece of meat," the demon agreed as the animal only cocked its head at the roar.
"ROOOOOOOAAAAARRRR!" The demon roared again doubling the volume. The creature stood its ground and at the second roar its posture changed. It stood up straight as it could appearing just a little taller. Its shoulder straightened to face the demon bad-blood directly. It slowly crossed its arms across its chest, its chest expanded as inhale before jutting its arms out.
"RRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!" The amount of volume the small creature emitted was beyond staggering. As it put the demon's roar to shame as Kra'vyx swore the tree swayed and the wind was suddenly being summoned from the still air. However, the immense volume of the roar wasn't what truly amazed Kra'vyx.
In the maroon eye sockets a pair of white halo appeared. Beaming with a divine heat of a thousand suns, it gazed at the demon bad-blood.
A/N: Thank you all for waiting for this next installment and I do hope you comment, follow and/or fav. Again thank you to all you who have provided input and I hope to rely on your advice in the future until next time, Peace.
Yautja word index:
kiandi amedha – hard meat, xenomorph
Cetanu – God of Death, the Black Hunter
Dah'kte – wrist blade
Chakt-ras – hunter disc or smart disc
Ki'cti-pa – combistick/spear
dah'nagara – short sword
Kainde Amedha Chiva - hard meat hunt
Lilka - Refered to as 'The Goddess', Goddess of home, hearth, and Life
pyode amedha – soft meat
chiva – hunt
knu'ks – I don't have a list of Yautja animals so "knu'ks" is skunk backwards. So that sentence reads "stuck like a skunk"
se'sor – Same concept as skunk, so flip it around, remove the apostrophe and what do you get? (you're a smart bunch I don't have to spell it out for you) You know I'm starting to wonder… should keep doing this whole Yautja language thing? Don't get me wrong I'm having fun doing the how word reverse thing with an added apostrophe. However as a reader do you find it annoying? Comment on this please.