Chapter 10 It's special
Gor'ah sneered fiercely at her wound having just rubbed a simmering blue concoction over it. A pong of burning flesh punctuated her nostrils for a few seconds as the solution did its job, sealing the gaping hole shut. As the blue transformed into a carbon black the colossal female stood from her rock perch to admire her catch. The human was now awake and glaring, upside down, at her captor. Gor'ah couldn't restrain the tickle of laughter such defiance brought to the back of her throat as she chuckled with impending excitement.
Now, the fact of the matter was Gor'ah, as a creature of violent prowess, was not in the traditional sense of the word evil. Quite the opposite in fact; she often performed great services for her people, occasionally worshipped her cultures deity and had raised several young to be noble and honourable warriors.
The current situation, however, was the creation of what could only be described as cat on cat bitchery. Gor'ah was affronted that a male, temporally in her employ, could demonstrate such gentle and fond characteristics towards another female he was known to have passed desires for. Even though the other female was unwilling to such a notion the simple fact the male showed tender tendencies was enough to set Gor'ah on a territorial frenzy.
This form of behaviour is also common within human girls normally between the ages of twelve and twenty four. The hormones rush, the use of rational thought escapes the planet and everybody forgets that the man is to blame also. Yes, he is to blame. If the male had not allowed the advances of the second female or made the advances himself then the alpha female would not be upset; but why get sad over the fool?
Unsheathing her hunting knife, Gor'ah, tested the edge of the blade with a single digit as she sauntered over to her human captive. The dangling woman was still bleeding from various abrasions though most had already clotted. From the current level of damage to the human, Gor'ah, surmised that the female could still probably survive two to three hours of slow methodical skinning. As long as the huntress did it just right that is.
Squatting down until they were eye level with one another, the goliath warrior reached a hand back behind her head releasing the tubes connecting her mask with a pop and hiss. Sliding the mask from her face she frowned as the human simply continued to glare, annoyed that the creature wasn't in a state of complete awe and fear. Sucking in a chest full of air, Gor'ah, roared like the devil in the young woman's face conjuring up lashings of spittle to go with the blast of air giving her captive a ghastly blow dry.
When she was finished the human re-opened her eyes and spat in the aliens face. For a moment Gor'ah stayed perfectly still, letting the mucus descend her cranium before tilting her head in confusion. Reaching a hand up, she wiped the moisture assaulting her forehead and looked down at the secreted fluid on her fingers.
"That means 'fuck you' in case you didn't already know." Susan growled. "Liked my heel did you? Why don't you let me loose so I can rip your fucking nipples off too, bitch."
Gor'ah titled her head the other way in a state of utter bewilderment before a rumble of laughter surfaced. Standing up from her crouch the huntress latched onto the woman's clothing and tore it from her body. The human gave a surprised yelp and shiver from the exposure before attempting to bite the aliens thigh. Gor'ah shook her off, pressing her back firmly against the wood pole via pressure to her abdomen and ran her knife along the creature's leg. The human squirmed at the cold sensation, desperately flailing her arms to scratch at her captor but always just out of reach.
"Don't you fucking touch me!" Susan tried to give the colossal female all hell. "Get your- STOP THA-AH!"
Susan screamed as the knife dug into her skin and shaved along her outer thigh. Gor'ah shuddered with anticipation as the first scream echoed across the mountains and the line of skin parted from the human's body. Discarding the first patch of hide, the huntress savoured the smell of fear emanating from her captive before teasing her knife along the opposite leg.
Susan whimpered as she watched her own flesh disappear past her eyes to the ground. Her ears felt numb and her body fizzled with electric shock as she sensed the blade sliding across her opposite thigh, ready to cause the next trauma.
Wy'strn ground to a halt as a high-pitched scream echoed around him. Twisting his body, trying to locate the source of the sound he spun in circles unsure of which route to take. Growling the warrior switched between optical visions trying to find something of use, some clues to lead him in the right direction. Snarling at his technologies lack of help he ripped the mask from him and tossed it angrily into the desert. Gripping his tresses the yautja shook with rage as the second cry filled his ears from all sides. He felt helpless, pathetic and unable to prevent the tarnishing of his own honour.
Dropping to his knees as the wailing only continued, muffling in his mind's eye until indistinguishable with the wind, he chattered curses to the gods and a couple aimed for his sisters hide. The human was dying, was going to die and take a piece of him along with it.
Opening his eyes, Wy'strn, got up and stumbled towards his expelled mask. The silver coloured visor had dug itself into a crevice between a patch of rocks and a rather prickly cactus. The dishonoured warrior reached down to retrieve it, ignoring the uncomfortable lacerations from the cactus, and lifted the mask from the ground. As he did so something strange caught his eye; a dark splatter, red now he looked closer. Trailing a finger across the coagulating substance he brought it up to his scent glands and breathed it in.
Ooman.
"Thank Paya your creatures bleed." Wy'strn mumbled as he locked his mask back into place.
He now had a trail but by the lack of enthusiasm left in the human's screams a complete lack of time. The human was dying, might die but he wasn't going to let it take a piece with of him with it.