Sara watched the amazonian alien in horror, fascination and dawning realization. It was a female… her eyes had widened. There was almost no visual difference between Wolf and the female. She did not have breasts, she was bigger (wider and taller), and she wore the netting and loincloth same as Sara. Her dreads were a lot longer too. Her colouring was magnificent, a perfect blend of beige and brown, and speckled.
The female had then grabbed Wolf's dreads and Sara gasped. He did not move while the female spoke to him. Sara understood not a word of it, she wished she could though, for Wolf remained unmoving despite the blatant caressing she was doing. Sara frowned, slightly confused as to why the other female touching his hair was bugging her, cause it was. There was a sensual manner to it...
Wolf finally spoke after she was finished. Whatever he said, she released his dreads and stepped out of his way. She purred at him, her mandibles clicking. Wolf merely continued forward. Sara's eyes were wide as they slowly made their way back towards his ship with the big coffin. She assumed it contained the remains of his nephew by the way he was treating it. What had that female said to him? And more importantly what had Wolf said back?
She was relieved when they finally walked through the doors and passed the two guards from before. Nothing was said as Wolf pushed the floating table towards his ship. They were almost out of here, Sara fought a relieved smile as they entered the airlock. She wanted to run for the bedroom and lock her own chain in herself.
That's not what happened… on the contrary. Wolf was merely strapping the coffin in, and then turned on his heels, making for the airlock again. Her heart rate increased and her mouth went dry. "W-why are we going back?" She whispered, her voice a croak.
He clicked at her, the eyes of his mask flashing (though she was behind him, she saw the lights). They walked passed the guards in silence. Her eyes widened and she hurried to stay as close as possible to Wolf. They didn't go back towards the canteen this time, but off to the right towards an elevator. The walls were black and crystal-like, now that Sara was not as scared as before (she was still very much afraid, just not mind-numbingly so), she noticed her surroundings. Flashes of blue lights and lines would light up across the walls (but not floor or ceiling), like visual messages being sent.
Wolf pushed some buttons on a panel and a set of black doors slid open. A soft white light illuminated the small space. Sara squeezed herself in behind Wolf and the wall, praying gently under her breath. She was still reciting the Lord's prayer like a mantra, when the doors opened on another floor. She hoped they weren't going to see the female. Wolf was silent as the grave as they passed more ominous looking doors, a calmness came over Sara (she had stopped shaking like a leaf).
In her mind she could see her mother, standing in front of her counter, rolling pin in hand. Mom had always been a baker, the type you would see in a 50s household. Her apron covered in flour from the numerous pies she would forever be baking for some church sale, or pot luck or homeless shelter… This day was no different, the smell of apple pie heavy on the air, even in her mind, except mom was crying. Grandpa had passed away… her beloved father.
And mom had cried, but had continued with her baking. Reciting a small prayer over and over again. Serenity, in her thick Southern accent.
"God," Sara spoke silently, facing forward as she walked beside Wolf, not looking at anything or anyone they passed, "grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change." Sara straightened beside Wolf. She could not change this. She had to accept that this was her life, "Courage to change the things I can." She was dependent on Wolf, and she had offended him earlier with her fear. She was an Anthropologist. When in Rome and all that such nonsense, it was time for her to come to terms. This society was built on strength. "And wisdom to know the difference." She could do this.
She licked her lips. Wolf was confident in his ability to protect her, she had to trust his confidence. They kept walking until they arrived at big double doors. Her heart fluttered as he led them through the doors and through what looked to be a large training room. There were weapons along all the walls, and yautjas of all colours were fighting, sparring and training in the centre of the room.
Wolf did not pause or slow as the noise suddenly died down and all predatory eyes locked on Sara. Her fear wracked up, but no one made to grab her or stop Wolf. In no time they were out of that room and down more black hallways.
Sara decided before they arrived at their destination, in case they were going to the female's room, she would tell him how she felt (she'd apologize first). She was an intelligent woman, she understood that she suffered from Stockholm Syndrome, but that didn't matter. She didn't want to take the chance that maybe Wolf would abandon her, or leave her unattended and one of the other aliens would kidnapped her.
"Wolf…" she began, not waiting for an acknowledgement of any kind, "I am sorry for earlier," she murmured, "I wasn't questioning your strength, or implying you were weak…" she sighed heavily, "I fully trust your capabilities. I trust you will keep me safe," she paused for a heartbeat, "Which brings me to another matter," she refused to look at him as she forced herself to continue, "I know we... " she stopped and licked her lips, "I mean I'm suffering from Stockholm's so unsure how honest this is," she rambled more to herself than him and then cursed under her breath as she stopped talking altogether.
She wasn't making any sense, so she decided to try again. They were still walking determinedly through a maze of hallways. She didn't know how much further they had. "Wolf," she started again, "I want you to know…" she swallowed, and muttered under her breath as she froze, he wasn't even looking at her, "I mean," she started up again, "we've been together a while…" she licked her lips again and blushed as she cleared her throat, "I know you're not taking me back, and I know I am going to be with you until I die…" she trailed off. That didn't even sound like she meant it. She might as well say, 'Since there are no other options, settling on you for life!'... It would be less awkward.
Her face was flaming when Wolf finally stopped in front of a set of black doors. Oh god… Was this the Amazon's room? Were they here already ? She was running out of time! Sara wasn't thinking when she reached out and grabbed Wolf's belt.
"I love you, Wolf," she said clearly and quickly, dying of mortification, "Please don't leave me…" Since silence reigned supreme, she snuck a tentative glance up at his profile.
He wasn't looking at her, rather his head was tilted down and he was clicking buttons on his wrist computer. She blinked as she stared at him. Had he… a couple more blinks, had he heard anything she had just said?
Before she could ask him, the door opened and Wolf pulled her inside the darkened room. She tensed when she heard the familiar clicks and growls coming from Wolf, and they were answered from across the room, but not by the Amazon from earlier. Rather it was a tall, red and white alien that Sara had never seen before. He was impressively dressed, with a long flowing black cloak over his shoulder and down his back.
Who was that…?