(A/N: I'm excited for this chapter and I can't wait to see if you guys are too. I have to do the hard part, but it all usually pays off in the end when I know I've caught someone's interest or made their day.
This chapter will be more from the Yautja's perspective, but I will eventually write a chapter that's more from the human's perspective later on. That's not to say that I won't occasionally write a chapter or two that's a combination of the two perspectives, which is something I'm already doing with my other "Predator" stories. Things like that can be a bit challenging with franchises like this, but I think I handle it pretty well.
I will be using terms in the Yautja language just to practice with them so I can get into a bit of a habit with it to use it in my other stories, and not just for "Predator" but others too. With that in mind, be warned that genitals will be mentioned in this (both male and female) and the Yautja mating season, not too much, only a couple of times at most.)
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The young Yautja waited for his father and the others to come to him. He knew it wouldn't be a long wait, not with his father leading them. All they had to do was follow the beacon in his wrist gauntlet.
He was anxious about the human female they would be observing and investigating, both excited and nervous. Excited by the prospect of being able to observe humans, even if it was only one, and nervous because of the Bad Blood that was still somewhere on the island.
The Bad Blood went renegade before the start of the most recent mating season, spending the entire time since then to flee with the kainde amedha eggs while figuring out a way to prevent them from hatching too soon. Every Yautja instinctively knew when the mating season happened - an individual could be on the opposite end of the galaxy in a different time zone and know the time it happened on the home planet. If it was missed, they would have to wait until the next year for it.
He never participated in the mating season himself, he wasn't old enough, he had to be at least Blooded to mate. Oftentimes, very drastic lengths had to be taken to prevent young males from losing control of their hormones and libido. He was fortunate to have never had such treatments inflicted on him, he always figured himself to be more mature than his peers.
He knew the Bad Blood's reputation before his betrayal to his clan and his species, he was the type of male that had females flocking to him and would even push other males away from females they were mating in order to impregnate them himself. He suddenly found himself pitying the females who allowed his ze'pha to penetrate their yon'i, but clicked his mandibles at the thought.
What that meant was an aggressive male who missed the mating season was on an island with what could be a lone female. It was illegal to mate with other species without special permission from the Elders of the clan, but laws and honor no longer applied to him, which meant the human female was in danger if the Bad Blood knew she was there alone.
That was what made him feel anxious, the idea of the Bad Blood doing anything to the human made his heart pound against his rib cage. To discover what he dreamed of observing for years assaulted and beaten to death by a sex deprived rogue was his worst nightmare.
He heard leaves rustling behind him and instinctually readied his wristblades. Although he was not allowed to hunt on his own, he was allowed to defend himself if needed, the only exception for young Yautja in the rules of hunting.
He relaxed when he saw it was only his father and the other Yautja. He noticed that those who had separated into the other team had joined them. With the possibility of a deranged Bad Blood targeting a possible lone human he figured help would be needed.
"W'ura ooman-di?" his father questioned.
He pointed at the beach below, "Ooman-di hult'ki."
"Hult-de ooman," he stated. He gazed at his offspring, "Pe-bpi hult ell-osde' wei-ghe'h. Wei-ghe'h hult ell-osde' h'ka-se." He sounded angry, he expected as such because he did leave his team without telling his father.
He hung his head in shame and began to climb through the trees in the direction he saw the human walk towards. He did not tell him that he discovered her by accident while chasing after an animal he had never seen before, he feared what would happen to him if he did.
He mentally prayed to both of their gods, Paya and Cetanu, as he led them through the trees. He should have felt a sense of pride, but his mind was circling with various scenarios of the human, how he may see her when she was found.
Immediately, he thought of the possibility of sand soaked with blood and her body gradually losing heat due to the heart no longer beating. He wanted to be optimistic, but he could not rid his mind of a bloody scene upon finding her.
Yautja were often taught that expressing emotion was showing weakness, he didn't want to feel fear, but he couldn't fight it. Attempting to banish it from his mind caused his heart rate to increase.
Suddenly, he thought he smelled smoke, it was close but still some distance ahead. He thought it had to be connected to the human, but he wasn't sure if it was something to be concerned with or not.
He followed the smell and they followed him, he hoped that it would take them to the human. He almost shuddered at the possibilities of what his sire could do to him as punishment if he was unable to find her again.
The scent was becoming stronger, they were nearing the source. He looked up for a moment and a discoloration in the ordinary color for the sky through the Bio-mask's infrared vision, it had to be smoke.
Eventually, it became so powerful that he figured they had to be right on top of it. He stopped moving and looked down to see below the trees.
He saw yet another beach, but there was something else about it that made him excited. He saw the same type of discoloration he saw when he looked up at the sky. It was considerably more noticeable and brighter the closer it was to the sand. It meant only one thing, a fire, and that was what he saw.
That wasn't all he saw, he discovered a circular structure with a slight dome-shape applied to the top. It was near the fire, but not close enough that whoever had built it would have to worry about it setting ablaze.
He also saw a thin structure of sticks holding up the corpses of fish. They had been near the fire for a prolonged period, the fish were bright red.
In addition, he saw more of the unusual items the human female had been holding when he saw her. One of them appeared to contain more fish inside of it, freshly caught or recently killed based on the cooler color.
He scanned the sand and discovered a pit of some kind, it was giving off a warm reading and had small amounts of smoke emitting from it. He wondered if it was some type of trap, but he was skeptical because it was too small, too shallow, and not well hidden.
What stood out to him about the campsite below was that there was no occupant. The fire was still active and the fish was uneaten but there was enough to supply a Yautja for a few weeks, or a human for about the same amount of time if it was rationed. That left an important question: who lived there and where did they go?
He got his answer when he suddenly saw bubbles rising from the ocean and a person arose from the water a moment later. He remembered that he did not cloak himself and quickly did so before the individual could see him.
Once they raised themself higher out of the water, he saw that it was the human female! He couldn't believe it, he had found her!
He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it or how he should, but he felt excited and even prideful. This wasn't something his father and the other hunters, who were older and had more than tenfold the experience he had, if not twice or thrice more. Yet, he found her, both before and now, not them.
He heard a growl beside him and knew immediately that it was his father. He must have sensed his excitement either by scent or the scanners in his gauntlet. Shamefully and with reluctance, he calmed himself and his sire stopped growling at him.
He focused on the female and watched as she placed the fish into the pit before covering it. She then proceeded to inspect the fish impaled on the stick structure before biting into one of them. It seemed she was determining whether or not it was safe to eat.
He thought it was strange that she felt she had to cook her catch. Yautja typically ate the meat raw, their sharp teeth and tusks were well equipped for such a feat.
He discreetly focused on her and changed his vision to better view her. Instead of infrared or thermal vision, he changed it to a clearer type, similar to binocular vision. It was simply Yautja's natural vision, which often varied from horribly blurry to clear as crystal, enhanced. He felt blessed that he was born with a clearer vision than most.
When he viewed her better, he discovered that she had blunted teeth, almost square-like. Humans were essentially evolved hominids, which were typically vegetarian, although some were omnivores, and therefore their teeth were made for grinding. Raw meat was usually very tough and chewy, which made it very difficult for a human's teeth to eat very easily.
It was also full of bacteria that although Yautja could easily fight, humans could not. The way modern homosapiens developed made it impossible for them to eat raw meat that was not specially prepared. Although he had learned that humans did occasionally eat their meat raw and still live long lives, perhaps some bodies were weaker than others.
The more he thought about it, he did think that cooking her catches was the best idea, especially if she was afraid of falling ill. He had also heard that some fish were venomous and dangerous to humans, maybe cooking them killed the venom or made it less potent? He wasn't sure, but it was certainly intriguing.
He averted his attention from her teeth to examine the rest of her body. Sometimes simply looking at a potential prey species would be enough to determine whether or not they were worth the time and effort to hunt.
She had strands on her head, not like the thick tresses that they had. They were quite long, reaching the middle of her back, straight as well, and gave off a slight sheen in the sunlight. He thought the strands were likely to keep her warm or protected from the harsh rays and heat of the sun.
Her skin was smooth, not at all like the scales that blotched them. It appeared to be quite delicate in comparison to the tough hides of the Yautja. He could tell by the fact that she evidently needed the straight fur on head that her skin likely could not defend itself, even from Earth's own star.
She had five fingers on her hands, just as they did, and they were surprisingly thin, even the thumb. The claws that tipped her fingers were blunt and short, she could not defend herself with them. Yet, the thin appearance of her fingers led him to believe that she was likely dexterous, as evidenced by what she had created for herself using the island's natural resources.
She had the same number of toes on her feet as she did fingers, five. The toes were quite close together and slightly bulbous but not large, actually very small. The toes led up to feet that were slightly flat and appeared to be very delicate, as they had a couple of abrasions to them. He could see visible veins under the skin of her feet that led up into her ankles before disappearing.
He was tempted to believe that humans were in fact an unworthy prey after all of these observations, but that would be a biased assumption. He already knew that she was capable of surviving on her own and even crafted her own traps for catching fish, who was he to say that she didn't have any weapons?
He began to look at her body as a whole instead of parts that may or may not be significant. He should have done so from the start, but his curiosity got the better of him. He had never seen a human before and wanted to view as much as he could in order to sear it into his memory in case he never saw one again.
He first looked at her arms, which were long and slightly muscular, especially along her biceps, indicative of an individual who was likely a decent swimmer. She had been able to catch many fish, he figured whatever strength she had in her arms was likely quite useful when gathering food, and other supplies as well.
He looked at her legs next, they were noticeably longer than her arms and seemed to become thicker as they travelled from her ankles to her pelvis. She had rather muscular calves, indicative that she likely ran quite well, but that wasn't to say that she had no muscle development from the knees upward, it was simply not as noticeable.
Then, he looked at her abdomen, but he wasn't sure why, it wasn't an area that was often particularly useful, at least as far as he knew. He quickly noticed that it was flat with some protruding flesh, but he couldn't tell if it was muscle or fat, which he was told was extremely common in humans. Just above the pelvis was a small hole, he was perplexed by it as it didn't seem to have any particular use. He wondered if perhaps it was vestigial, which he knew humans had quite a bit of, body parts that had no real usefulness.
Oddly, he felt his eyes unconsciously moving upwards from her abdomen to her chest and to her prominent breasts. Yautja females did have breasts but they were typically only salient when they were pregnant or breastfeeding, and especially when they were young.
The bodies of females began to transform into a more masculine shape as they became older, signifying to males that they would no longer be able to carry a baby as well as they would when they were young. It was almost as though their bodies instinctively knew that younger females would carry a male's offspring better and would ensure that their race would remain strong.
He had no idea how old the human female was, but he had to assume that she was fairly young. He had to imagine that an older human likely wouldn't be able to survive for however long she had been alone on this island. He could be wrong, with age came wisdom and experience, but he wasn't one to dwell on it.
As much as he wanted to stare and observe the human female for as long as he could, he figured it was time for him to stop. He, his father, and their entire hunting party still had a dangerous Bad Blood to locate before he could instigate whatever he had planned for the kainde amedha eggs.
Then, he saw something that made him feel something he never thought he would for a human… aroused. The female saw something in the sand and started to dig, leaning forward while on her hands and knees to see what it was. The position her body was in seemed so vulnerable and although she wasn't necessarily facing his direction, he could still clearly see her cleavage as well as the shape of her ample rear.
The shape and position of her body strangely caused his body to heat up with arousal. The heat travelled down to his crotch and he suddenly felt his gonads tighten and his flaccid length quickly engorged with blood as it became phallus; his mind began to fill with thoughts of her bare yon'i exposed to him. The loincloth he wore quickly became a tent over his erection, constricting it and urging him to have the will and audacity to remove the simple article of clothing and expose his hard nudity.
'Kainde ze'pha-ki,' he mentally grumbled.
His father smelled the musk emitting from his body, the scent of arousal. He growled at him and grabbed him by his tresses, roughly pulling up his head, forcing him to look upward at the sky. He extended his wristblades and grazed them against his loincloth, the only barrier between the sharp serrated blades and his phallus.
"M-di h'dui'se!" he growled in a low and menacing voice before releasing his tresses and slapping the back of his head. "M-di ooman-di ell-osde' pauk."
His words made him feel oddly disheartened and crestfallen, he lowered his head and eyes, "Ki'sei, mei'kalei'e."
He doubted his son's words and couldn't understand why he would become aroused at the sight of a human female, although he would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised. He was young once himself and it was a struggle for him to control his libido at the ambitious age range of his fifties.
Suddenly, he smelled the musk again, although it wasn't as strong as before. He growled at his son again and slapped him before grabbing his tresses again, this time with a tighter grip.
"H'ka-se h'dui'se!" he hissed, his grip tightening on his tresses.
"H'ko! M-di ki!" he cried, gripping his own tresses to ease some of the pain.
"Va'stbon," he heard one of the others of the hunting party speak. The one who spoke was a crimson Yautja with brown tresses named Akeit, his second hand and long time friend and occasional rival.
He released his son's tresses and climbed to where Akeit was, he was perched on a slightly higher branch of an adjacent tree. He gazed in the same line of sight as he did and his eyes widened behind his Bio-mask with fear.
In the sand, the human female had discovered a metallic orb and examined it in her hand, but that was not what worried him. No, what worried him was a Yautja who stood not far from the human's campsite... and this Yautja was the Bad Blood.
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(A/N: How do you guys like the new chapter? It's a little bit longer than the last one (at least in terms of the word count), so hopefully that makes everyone happy. :)
Yautja language translations:
1. kainde amedha - hard meat (Yautja name for Xenomorphs)
2. ze'pha - penis
3. yon'i - vagina
4. W'ura ooman-di? - Where is the human female?
5. Ooman-di hult'ki. - I found the human female there.
6. Hult-de ooman. - We will find the human.
7. Pe-bpi hult ell-osde' wei-ghe'h. Wei-ghe'h hult ell-osde' h'ka-se. - You found her before. You find her now.
8. Kainde ze'pha-ki. - My penis is hard.
9. M-di h'dui'se! - No musk!
10. M-di ooman-di ell-osde' pauk. - You will not fuck the human female.
11. Ki'sei, mei'kalei'e. - I agree, father.
12. H'ka-se h'dui'se! - Musk again!
13. H'ko! M-di ki! - No! Not me!
A few of these words are borrowed from other stories that I've read, but don't ask me to give any names, some of them weren't even on this website. When push comes to shove, sometimes you have to improvise, and other times you have to borrow.
I do plan on going more into the human woman in the next chapter and also go more into the Bad Blood's motivations. I don't plan on using as many words in the Yautja language, mainly because of what's going to be said and what'll happen. Stay for the next one if you want to see what I'm talking about.)