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Alrighty, This is a mighty long one, so without further ado! Let meet Mr. Sexy!

Oh gosh I'm so nervous! fans under her pits Ok here it goes be nice to my baby...he's an asshole!

Also, this chapter is also important a LOT of hints.. anyways read on we'll chat at the bottom.

Sins of the Stars

Light So Dim

"Am I just a lost soul blowing in the wind? Or a coward scared to look within? Or do I have a brave heart with a light so dim? Is that who I am?" ~Is That Who I Am, Chris Carmack

Ch. 7

So this was their future now? Reduced to using the help of these weak creatures? They were once prey, and now they were the saving grace! How truly pathetic and yet without them they were sure as dead!

The observatory room was filled with many other Yautja, all standing in front of the large window looking out into the display floor, filled with many female oomans. Crying, shouting, attempted suicides, more crying, blank faces, fearful faces, hate-filled faces, so many damn faces!

Ke'Nai dropped his head into his right hand, running it up the length of his forehead and down to his dreads, his left hand crumpling the "how to care for your Ooman" packet. Pauk, was this his life now, having to breed with an ooman? How can something like them birth a true warrior as the Yautja, even if their honor prey, they're just prey!

"C'jit." He groans rubbing the back of his neck, he been so tense lately, it's like his aches had aches and their aches were having grandchildren! He needed a hunt, a real hunt and not this damn gathering c'jit.

A pair of clawed feet appear in his line of vision followed by a small throat clearing. The yellowish green eye slowly traveled up in a dark look, making the Eta twitch just slightly. Etas' were Yautja born too weak, with/or attained a handicap making it impossible to hunt, so they are made to sever the strong. Ke'Nai noticed this one was very thin but the alarming part was that the whole right side was thinner and shriveled looking. This Eta was born a slave never knowing anything else and would never know.

"The Queen wishes to see you." The eta managed not to squeak, keeping their head dipped low and eyes cast to the floor, not in meekness but out of respect; that didn't mean the Eta did reek of fear.

There wasn't such a thing in the Yautja society as Kings and Queens, there were the Ancients, Elders, and Clan Leader in that rank order, but the case with the Queen was special. She was close to being an Ancient while being a Clan Leader, normally when a Yautja becomes an Ancient they usually step down being too old for battles, thus they are referred to for counsel and wisdom. Yet their Queen being as old as she was still holding her strength and a sharp mind to hold her position, she was feared and respected rumored to be the daughter of Paya herself!

Huffing Ke'Nai gave a childish tug at one of his dreads before rising to his full height of 8'3 and turned his back to the Eta and walked off in a slow prowl, the other males in the room all parting for him. The Eta scuttled past them all in a rush to open the door with a bow, chuffing a dismissal Ke'Nai made his strides longer and brisker, his steel toe shit kickers making loud booming thuds as he walked. His dreads swishing and swaying over the mid of his ass, the metal rings clicking and clanging along, some Yautja would either stop and stare, some would bow, others chuffing in respect.

Tsh respect, pauk that, they didn't respect him.

Thundering into the throne room, he spotted three other Yautja waiting but an empty throne, no one else not even Etas' were here. Slowing down he chuffed a greeting, as the other walked over the shortest of the three bore a wide grin, his top mandibles pulled inward while the bottom two spreading out. His dreads only came to his mid-back, he bore no metal rings as he rushed over; the male's coloring was a deep vibrant green, his moss green eyes shining, his eye color was rare among their kind and J'tor eats up all the attention, he was the type that could steal a spotlight by just walking into a room.

"Looks who finally decided to join us!" J'tor clapped him on his shoulder, he wore cuffs made of long claws with an oddly matching clawed necklace, that was digging into flesh as the male leaned in, his head barely coming up to Ke'Nai's height. The bright male was a foot shorter than the rest standing at only 7 foot.

"Shove off." He gruffed shoving J'tor and his painful cuffs away, looking over at the other two as they strolled up. Ku'ya was the second shortest but taller than J'tor by 6 inches making him 7'6 in height. He's lean with rust orange color eyes, that seem to set you on fire just with a look, his hide was that of a dusty yellow color, bearing a station necklace with crystal varying in sizes, even his dread that dropped down to mid butt was laced with small jewels.

"Evening." Ku'ya voice was like a soft deep rumble as he dipped his head, despite his fiery and silent appearance, he was very laid back and calm, it took a lot make him react to pretty much anything.

Lastly was the tallest of them, even taller than himself, was Zi'don. Standing at 8'8 he towered over all of them, baring the marking of a rusty orange with autumn red eyes, the coloring made him look poisonous as he bore a silver bib spiked necklace, his wrist cuffed in silver, his dreads reaching down past his ass laced with many jewels and metal rings.

"Mei'hswei." Zi'don dips his head eyeing Ke'Nai his top left mandible twitch in a smirk. The tension in the room was thick as the two males dare the other to make to the first move.

"Would you two just hug already!" J'tor shouted shoving them both together, with the tension shatter Zi'don grabbed Ke'Nai by the back of the neck and bumped foreheads clapping each other on the back.

"Never can come home after a hunt can you?" Zi'don chuckles patting his brother back, before shoving him to Ku'ya who knocked foreheads in greeting and a strong clap to the back, while J'tor all but rammed his head against Ke'Nai's.

"Ow c'jit J'tor, still childish I see." He snapped rubbing his head.

"Hey I'm the baby I can act as such!" He snorts.

"And that's why you're still an Un-Blooded." Zi'don chuffed his mandibles wiggling in a teasing manner.

"You're still not Blooded!" Ke'Nai snorts.

"Who's gunna teach me? You're never home anymore and I'm stuck with these jewel encrusted asses!" He jammed his thumb over to his two older brothers.

"Well, at least my ass sparkles," Ku'ya mutters making the brothers snort into laughter, it was like they were all pups again, and everything was way funnier than it seemed.

J'tor bounced on his feet in excitement. "Oh, oh since we're all here we should spar!"

Laughing at their baby brother, a new voice hummed through the air, it was deep and smooth filled with warmth. "May, how long as it been since all my pups were in one room?"

The four turned and spotted kind golden yellow eyes that could cut you down with just a look if needed. Their hearts warmed at the sight of her standing there with mirth in her eyes, it was clear she had been standing there for a while, just watching them and they had been none the wiser.

"Mamoon." The chorused making the mirth in her eyes warmer, as they greeted their Queen and mother.

Le' Nona, like most females, were, was tall standing at 8'2 her dreads were long with many jewels and silver rings, her cerulean blue markings were vibrant with her honey-toned belly, a trait she gave to four pups as well as their bright coloring.

They noticed that she was a bit more hunched today, she was slightly leaning to the side needing the help of the great Spine staff she used to intimidate other clans as well as a weapon, nowadays it was more like walking stick. The four brother's looked down as the Queen lowered herself into her throne slowly and stiffly no longer with ease she once had.

Once seated, the two eldest walked briskly to either side of her, Zi'don to her right, the Crown Prince so to speak, Ku'ya to her left, the second Prince or moreover the second head to Zi'don once it was time.

The last two younger one, kneeled at her feet as she brought her staff between her legs, she evaluated them all before sighing. "You four know why I called you, time is running its course." She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, such simple things thing made her so tired.

"You all will be the examples, not only for our Clan but for the rest of the Yautja. Once my time comes to walk with Cetanu, they'll look to each of you in different ways and don't fool yourself into thinking they won't be watching. Everything to how you lead, how you listen and handle a crisis to even how you'll treat and pick your Ooman."

Her eyes snapped to Ke'Nai when he tensed at those words, her eyes narrowed at her troublesome son. "You will pick one, no matter how we once viewed them they are critical." She snips.

"They are weak." He grumbled back dipping his head lower.

"For now they are, yes but in time they will not be." She pauses taking a labored breath. "Do you think so little of me that you think I'll let them stay as they are? That all of this is just for fun? With the time I have left, that the rest of the females have left we are not going to let our future diminish. It's going to take a lot of changes and getting used to, the ooman females are not Yautja. Majority pair off and raise many young, unlike us who sire from many, it's the many breeding cycles they possess in which we need."

She leans back into her throne and sighs, when did speaking become such a chore? "While time may be running short, the time I do have I will ensure a solid foundation. If I'm to do my part then you must do yours, have you ever gone to the display floor? Do you know what type of ooman, or maybe even who you might want?"

Ke'Nai looked away, he couldn't bring himself to go to the floor and look, this isn't how they did things and no matter how much sense his mother was making, he couldn't just let go. "What of our traditions, do we just throw them out? Change everything, from how we mate to how we live in general?"

Such a stubborn pup…

"They will learn of our traditions, don't get me wrong pup of mine, just because we take on Ooman mates doesn't mean we stop being Yautja, you'll get your traditions." She looked over to her last and smallest.

When she had birthed him she was so sure of herself, having birth and reared three others, picking their Hunting Captains, seeing them through their Chiva and all the way either to Blooded or Elite.

She was sure this pup would be like a first level hunt, easy.

J'tor took everything she knew, learned, thought and discovered and took a shit all over it. Her pup was a tormenting beast, terrorizing all her ideology, nothing worked on him! He made her question the very bases of life, potty training, eating, fighting, hunting all the basics one needed to learn before being handed off to a Hunting Captain. She had to relearn it all, coming up with different strategies each night to put the monster to bed, it was war negations at meal times, and bath time and personal hygiene? She had to call in his Sire for that battle.

Yet it was her youngest who was behind, at his age he should have been Blooded but because this sickness that was spreading, her pup was procrastinating; thankfully not for long the Chiva were beginning, that should get him into gear.

"Speaking of traditions, J'tor you can't participate in the Chiva." She began only to have him cut her off.

"Wait, what why? I even have my ooman picked out!" He whined looking between his brothers. "That's more than Ke'Nai!"

"Tradition still stands not Blooded, no mating rights." She shrugged at her pup, while he was a terror growing up he was now very laid back not as much as her Ku'ya but enough that not many saw the monster beneath. "Well, then I suggest you get Blooded."

With a grunt she stood tall squaring her shoulders looking into the faces of each one of her darlings, there was never enough time her strength was being robbed. It was only a few short Sun years ago that she was so full of life, even at her age that she was she knew she still had the strength to carry on to lead the Clan further into their future.

Now just the smallest of things made her so tired, but that wouldn't stop her no she still had time and if not, well she'll make the time she best she damn well could.

"Come now let us address the Clans." She spoke firmly just a small group of Eta walked in from the side hall, they bowed before them then turned to the large throne doors and pulled them open, letting the room be filled with the many Yautja Clans.

Ke'Nai and J'tor moved to the left and right of the throne behind their older brothers, watching was the clan flags were presented as each member stood silent and waiting. Not all of them allies but all had honor and respect for the Queen.

Le' Nona did not rule them but if they sought her leadership for the race who was she to turn her back on her race?

"Gkaun-yte, s' N'jauka" She greeted spreading hand left hand over the crowd. "Hello and Welcome, I will not start with words of encouragement or sweet nothings, I suck at all that as most of you know. This sickness is now well known, it plagues your sisters, bearers, and Mamoons, this isn't just a female thing, but a Yautja thing. It has spread across the galaxies affecting each clan even the females out on hunts, who never had contact with their clans in many moons have come down with the same. A female pup that is born do not last, this my Yautja is death. We are dying."

She walked down from the stage of her throne, walking along the clans looking at each of them, she was no longer hunched over but exuding power. Her cerulean coloring grew vibrant pulsing with her words and energy.

"I know what you're all thinking. Oomans, how can they really help? But do we not call them Honorable prey? Are they not cunning and ruthless as any of us, have they not taken some of our bravest, and with such trivial weapons, some with no weapons at all. Yes, I know they are not Yautja but what if they can be? They can be taught our ways; we can make them Yautja."

Le'Nona looked at the Clan Heads, staring each of them in their eyes as a group of Female Yautja walks out from the side halls. Lining up shoulder to shoulder they stood tall and strong, but everyone knew the strain it was taking on them. Their dreads and coloring dull, mandibles pressed in tight, eyes squinting and rapid blinking.

Looking to her sisters in hunt she splayed her right hand out, "Let Yautja Females teach the Ooman females how to be, they will never be full Yautja but they can give our race a change that it is losing. New genes, better hunters, better thought process, this is nothing but a step in our evolution. Life on their planet will soon go back to normal and when it does, all that has happened to them will be nothing but a bad dream, a time in history then rumors soon to be myths and when that happens they will once again be hunted. You all gather here in hopes for a better future, don't let pride be your Clan's downfall."

She had no more to say, it was up to them now to make their decision, some had already been down to the display floor, but the mass majority stayed put. She couldn't force them, with that she turned and walked back to her throne were her sons stood tall and strong. Le'Nona stopped next to her stubborn pup, placing her hand on his shoulder she looked down at him pressing her crest to his before walking away.

Ke'Nai stared down at the floor his body tense as his Mamoon left, he could hear the Clans leaving until it was nothing but the brothers once more. His mother last words ringing in his ears as he rolled a silver ring across his knuckles in thought; could he really do this?

A heavy hand was placed upon his crest, another on this left shoulder and one more on his right. The weight on his brother support held him together, he didn't like making rash decisions much like his hunt he likes to lurk upon a choice.

"How do I even know if I'm picking the right Ooman! Plus, they're freaky looking how am I supposed to mate with that ugly!" He ranted but his brothers just add pressure to their holds grounding him.

"You'll just know." Zi'don soothes.

"Bullshit."

"She'll call you." Three brothers looked to J'tor as he stood left of Ke'Nai, this was one of the few moments where they all saw the hunter J'tor didn't often show. His green coloring shimmer in excitement. "It's like a song only you can hear, and you want nothing more than to silence it, like a hunt."

"I think what J'tor means," Ku'ya chuckles. "Is that this 'song' is like a challenge call, you'll want nothing more than to prove just who is the better hunter." His dusty yellow marking flashed in pulse.

"I repeat Bullshit." Ke'Nai rolled his eyes at his brothers shaking them off.

"We can only tell you how it was for us, Ke'Nai." Zi'don sighed rubbing his crest. "It's almost like a female Yautja mating call, you want to woohoo her, show her your kills and trophies, and if she lets you, you'll want to show her you can mate her through all her attempts of throwing you off."

"None of you are making any sense." He sighed rubbing his neck, his aches were back.

"Just go down to the damn display floor and have a look around geez." J'tor slapped his brother on his back. "Well I'm out, Captain wants us to run drills." He gave a two finger salute before heading off.

Ku'ya nodded to his brothers muttering about a new book on ooman he wanted to continue before leaving as well.

"J'tor right, go to the floor look them over, you don't have to pick one right now, but it'll give you an idea of what you might like." Zi'don shrugged. "You'll be surprised, anyways I have to head out, there's a Clan Head meeting I like to attend, mei'hswei." He clapped Ke'Nai's shoulder before leaving the throne room.

Sighing the purple marked Yautja rolled his neck before giving a shot roar of frustrations, scarring a few etas that were passing by.

The walk out of the baths was a slow one, the Appraiser taking his time. The hallways were nothing of awe just simple metal walls, steel walkways with slight fog at their feet. Mercy looked behind her slightly to see the two males' aliens that chased them earlier, looking back to the back of the Appraiser she tilts her head a bit his pebbled skin was dark green and brown with specks of yellow, while down his chest and the inside of his thighs were light tan. He sorta reminded her of a crocodile, he certainly had the attitude for it.

She was brought out of her musing when the sounds of interlocking gears being turned and pulled, just as a sliver of light beams through a long straight crack down the middle of the wall before them. It took a second for Mercy to realized that it wasn't a wall but a very large door. As the door pulled open and her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in brightness she reeled back in shock at what was before her.

Groups, upon groups of human girls, different nationalities all mixed into different clusters. The Appraiser with his arms behind his back waited for the door to click close then made his way into the room.

The sky could be seen far above them bright and sunny with the awes striking colors in the air mixed with the sounds of the many woman and girls. Crying and shouting, fear and rage mixed all into one as they passed each group and cluster, at first the groups all just seemed random and mixed but as they kept walking Mercy noticed that they were grouped based on types!

They were grouped based on personality and golden ornaments. Mercy touched the jewel on her forehead as they passed a group of quiet girls, they were just staring into space but they had the golden ornament of anklet and wrists.

They passed another group with the same golden ornaments but they were a bit more vocal but when the Appraiser walked by they immediately became quiet and huddled together, much like a herd of sheep.

The groups with the midriff jewelry were a bit more interesting, while they pipped down when Mercy and her group passed, the ladies didn't back down or look away they just simply stared at them eyes following.

Another midriff group they passed didn't even react, they all looked bored like they have accepted what has happened and needed to move on what was the point in crying like some of the anklet and wrists groups were.

Now by far, the most interesting group were collared, they were all either yelling and screaming rage or quietly plotting escape or someone's deaths, Mercy was quite sure it was a little bit of both. While others didn't show much aggression it was clear the collared were the bold action type.

As they kept walking Mercy picked up two things, one was there were no cages locking them in but no one stepped pass the red thick line painted on the ground that held them grouped together. The second was there weren't very many head jewel types, they're little groups were smaller still sorted by personality though.

It was clear why this group was smaller, they didn't react but unlike the other there wasn't any malic or hopelessness just pure calculation, their eyes evaluating. One group stood together watching as they pass, it was clear there was a leader in that one for she stood more in front. One group was the kindest of any Mercy had seen, they dipped their heads in greeting and understanding.

It was clear to pick up on with this group that they recognized these aliens, Mercy saw it I their eyes. Unlike the other groups, these girls and women seemed to tell the difference in each of the aliens as she had done.

Finally, they must have reached a group Mercy was supposed to be in when Appraiser stopped and chuffed a greeting? Frowning she leaned to the right looking around him to see an even smaller group. This group had no young girls but older women, either in their early twenties to late thirties and it was clear why this group was so tiny compared to the other, each woman had a small child clinging to her.

So she wasn't the only one after all, Mercy looked down to Andy and smoothed a hand down his back. Appraised chuffed again as a woman stepped forward, she had the oldest looking child, a girl about 11 to 12 who should have been taken to one of the camps. The woman looked to be of Hispanic descent looking to be in her early thirties, the girl looked to be her spitting image, her daughter Mercy assumed. Looking to her the lady held out her hand to Mercy and waved her over. "Come, come Niña. It's fine come here." She beckons.

Appraiser turned only his torso to looking at her, when she didn't move he slowly he moved his hand gently to her back and gave a light yet firm push of his claws into her the skin and chuffed once more. As she and Andy stepped over the red line the jewel on her forehead gave a heated buzz, the same must have happened to Andy because he touched the bands at his arms curiously.

The woman smiled kindly to Mercy and Andy as she held her hand out patting her cheek, "Look, look." She pointed back to the aliens as Appraiser tapped something on his wrist guard, then a holographic squared pulled up and Mercy, as well as Andy, faces popped up on the screen. He scrolled down the little box as if reading something and Mercy perked up, it was a profile!

Seeming satisfied, Appraiser looked over her and Andy and well appraised them, another chuff he turned stiffly on his heels, paused then walked off the way he came. The two guards that followed behind stayed for a second just staring at them, then they two did an about-face turn and walked off.

Mercy looked to the group behind her but they didn't say anything only watched her. Holding Andy close she went to the red line and held up a hand slowly she reached forward pausing to looking at the group but they said nothing.

She reached to pass the line and was met with what felt like a flexible mesh netting, the more she pushed the more it bent but it didn't give way but it did slowly grow hotter at her touch. She pulled her hand away before the heat burned her.

"Don't pass the line Andy." The boy shook his head like he didn't have to tell him twice because there was no way he was getting close to that.

"You were just going to let me touch it, without warning?" She asked turned back to the lady and her daughter.

"Some people learn better from experience than being told." The lady had a very thick accent but she spoke English well. "My name is Yesica and this here in my Jada." At her greeting and introduction, the other ladies moved forward to greet her as well.

Most of the ladies were the mothers to the child that clung to them, they were a few aunts there was even a lady who wasn't related to the small girl that she held but took in on her run when the child mother was taken, there were also two other ladies who were here with their sibling.

In total there was about 15 of them not counting the children, all from different countries a few from the US none from her state, though unlike the other groups this group had all different ornaments, it seemed Mercy made the head ornament the majority.

After the introductions, the ladies all sat to just watching the children talk and play, in simple awe of how they could find joy even in the darkness, like the youngest a little 4-month old boy who was have a ball to just bounce on his mother.

"So how long have you all been here?" Mercy finally asked.

"We all came in different times," Yesica replied playing in her daughter's hair. "You were the first in about a few weeks for this group but the other groups are getting someone hourly or daily."

"How are you able to tell the exact time here?"

A lady with a with Jamaican accent answered this time. "Dem cut off da lights, and closed da skyline, dem bring food as well three times a day."

"There will also be a guard that will roam before going off, with how smart they are I doubt they do things at random." Another lady spoke up.

"But the biggest thing is the wave," Jada spoke this time.

"The Wave?"

"Mhm, the wave is what I call it." She smiled before pointing up. "When the skyline walls get to about half way to closing a large crowd of the aliens come in."

Mercy looked to the others as they all nodding in agreement. "They just walk around looking at us, some will stop and pull our profile then these things." She pointed to her arm cuff and her Mama's jewel. "Will start buzzing, meaning they want you to stand closer to that stage there."

Again the girl pointed, this time to a small circular platform in the dirt, "When they pull your profile, you stand on it and it slowly turns you around like a display!"

It was clear she was proud of herself and Mercy smiled thanking her for the information but then looked to her mother and the older ladies when Jada ran off to play at the other end of their little box pin.

"What if you don't stand on the platform?"

"Well those little ornaments thangs will continue to buzz and hum, an darlin you gonna get one hell of ah headache, like someone is just a pushin a dull knife into ya skull, just easier ta go." Lina the mother of the 4-month old, supplied with her thick southern accent.

"Now we got a question for you." A blonde lady leaned forward. "How did you come here so clean?"

This threw Mercy off as she looked at all of them they were just as clean as her. "I don't understand."

"You arrived here clean and with three escorts, that not so common. Normally girls are dragged in here all dirty, they are selected for a group then taken off to be washed before being dragged right back in and into their group." A redhead girl jumped in.

"But you were being dragged or held and you are dusted and painted."

Mercy then took the time to notice she was a bit more...put together…then the others. "I eh I don't I was chased in here," Some nodded the other shrug, ok she guessed that part was normal. "I was on the lift elevator thing with Wilma." More nods. "Eh we asked her questions but she wouldn't answer so I and Andy broke her enough so the elevator sto-

"Whoa, whoa you broke Wilma?" a woman named Kelly speaks up. "How she was a hologram."

"Andy and I had a rock that was sharpened enough to use as a weapon, he bashed it against her console making her short circuit. Then she opens up a path for us to go down and when that happen those crab uglies" the girls laughed at the name. "Snatched up Andy and I, and being the sensible person I am, threw a fit biting one of them and breaking his mandible that's when we got taken to the baths, was appraised then we were taken here."

The woman blinked at her in shock before they started laughing and clapping her on the back, apparently, they did something or another like that back on earth as well, for a similar reason. The child was in trouble, Edith the Jamaican lady defended herself with nothing but a can of hairspray and her smoking lighter. She was able to give massive burns to two of the Aliens before she was "taken down".

The comradery of their small group was strong, they were a special group that had one goal despite never meeting and being from all over the world. Protect the child, do whatever it took. Their little bubble of joy was suddenly busted when the skyline walls started to move to their halfway point.

The children all paused in their playing looking up at the skyline before rushing to the respected arms of safety. The women stood close together, the children all held on the hip that was more inside the little circle they created. The very structure around them shifted, what Mercy thought were walls were actually doors as they lifted, letting in a 'wave of aliens'.

At least it didn't smell down here, Ke'Nai thought as he drifted around the many ooman groups. He was bored, none of these small creatures were "appealing" and they were so tiny especially when they were huddled how was he supposed to mate something that didn't even reach his chest?

He stopped in front of one group, they had wrist cuff and anklets, looking at each one but they all either shrank away or tried hard and failing not to look at him. So weak!

Turning abruptly, he marched off to another group only to immediately turn right back around and head into a different direction, he couldn't deal with the beggers and criers. They sounded like wounded animals, he wanted nothing more than to put them out of the misery but that was "wrong" now.

The collar ones held his interest he will admit, the quiet ones were a bit more his speed but after a while, he moved on with a shake of his head. They reminded him too much of Badbloods, the look in their eyes held to much malic, something he didn't want to be breed into any of his young.

Oh, sweet Paya, young! He was going to have to sire with one of these oomans! Holding in a growl he stalked his way to the back, it was quieter back here and less crowded. The number of ooman females was thinning out into smaller groups, watchful and observant.

Looking around at the vastly smaller groups, he finally stepped up to one, these groups had head jewelry. They didn't cry or huddle in fear or shout in rage and hatred, they just looked on with as much curiosity as he had. One ooman particular just eyed him up and down slowly before looking him square in the eyes, unlike the collars her look was calm and inquisitive.

Ke'Nai tiled his head slightly and she did the same, chuffing he spreads his mandibles wide and threatening, she bared her blunt teeth. He snorted making the corner of her mouth quirked up he took two steps back turning away but not before looking over his shoulder, she was still watching him.

Huh, she was an odd one. He thought as he moved along until something even odder caught his eye.

A group of Elites was circling a small group, chuffing and purring even going as far as clicking. Clicking could be used for many things but the tone of the clicks the Elites were using, was the kind you would use to cooed to a small creature out of hiding, mostly used on pups.

Looking around him, he noticed there weren't many Yautjas this far back, the interest held more in the front with the bigger group and yet the Elites were back here cooing?

Creeping closer to the prowling higher-ups, Ke'Nai was more than intrigued to see what had these well respected Yautjas to make such a sound. To say he was surprised was a massive understatement out of all the things he would not have guessed this wouldn't have been on the list.

Ooman pups!

He understood the clicking now, they were drawing the attention of the pups which in turn hopes to draw the females and it was working on all over them except two.

These two weren't even looking at the prowling males, she was up in the platform being observed as it gave slow rotations, her head was down looking at the pup with a quirk to her mouth, the pup looking up at her his chin on her belly. They were in their own world no matter how much the Elites clicked to gain her or the pups attention.

Her ignoring them was only heightening the thrill, she was proving to be hard to obtain, much like the females of their kind, and the pup was showing good disciple in not being distracted. That brought points to her as a good candidate for being a bearer if she could teach her ooman pup such discipline.

She also had stitches of what looked like claw marks that went from the bottom of her left breast down and around her rib cage, but what was really drawing was the marking on her arms, thar'n-dha, Strength. There were also two more words but they were being blocked, one on her belly blocked by the pup and the other on her face being hidden by her hair but the fact remind that a Yautja felt the need to write these words on her.

Ke'Nai stepped up the front, the Elites easily stepping aside for the Queen son. She was of mocha tone, a complexion darker then pup that clung to her, his skin was pale but the wild mane of curly hair was what tied them together, at least from what they could see.

They weren't speaking, just simply standing there as she ran her fingers through the pup's hair his eyes closed, her eyes shielded by her hair but he was sure they were open from the way she tensed as he came closer as he flicked off the rotating platform, only stopping at the very edge of the red line.

She didn't move, he didn't either, the pup was completely relaxed as his eyes flickered open staring up at the female with vibrant green eyes. The pup smiled wide and shook his head and she grinned, Ke'Nai dreads flared at being ignored.

He barked it was deep and low, just a short sound that startled all the females, she even jerked her arms tightening around the pup but she didn't look up. There was no real strength here, whoever put that on her skin was just trying to draw attention, maybe a new tactic they were trying to allure more males to picking an Ooman.

Scoffing he spat "Zabin" before turning and stalking off, this was nothing but a waste of time.

"S'yuit-de..."

The small groups of Elites suddenly became tense, but it wasn't because someone just called the third prince Ke'Nai a "Bastard" but because that it was the female ooman who said it. She clicked the word choppily much like a pup trying to get the handle of talking, but the message was clear.

Mercy looked smug as the alien stopped in his tracks and slowly, very slowly turned around. She was feeling a bit ballzy, she had been stared out and looked over like a damn pet in a window. Being 'review' to see if she was nice enough to bring home or whatever they wanted with all these human females. She was tired and hungry and she will be damned if some alien is going to look down at her and make a nasty comment, and she just knew it was a rude ass comment, and just walk away!

Ke'Nai's mandibles twitched as he tilts his head stalking to her. "Excuse me?"

"S'yuit-de!" She hissing as she slowly looked up into a pair of yellowish green eyes. She was cycling words at the moment, it was all she knew but it was also all she needed, she was getting her point across just fine.

"Big words for a small human." He growled right back, the sound resonating deep in his chest, much like a purr would. Only this time it had the effect of making her take two steps back pulling the pup with her, forfeiting her ground. Chuffing at the win Ke'Nai clicked his mandibles together, turning around dismissing her.

Only for an object to hit him in the back of his head. The impact felt like getting hit with a paper ball, it was just so unexpected that it made him stop and blink as he turned around looking down at the ground at what had hit him.

She…she just hit with her shoe! Her shoe!

Ok so...that was a gamble, tossing her shoe but her hunch was right, as long as they had on these golden ornaments they couldn't pass over the red line, but that didn't mind object couldn't. She came to this theory when Jada was tossing up a small beaded necklace when she missed the catch the necklace fell out passed the redline, Jada was able to push the barrier far enough to grab the necklace before the invisible mesh burned her.

Ke'Nai saw the last two markings clearly now that she was opening glaring up at him with hot brown eyes and the pup behind her. R'ka, meaning fire sat upon her left cheek and upon her belly M-di h'chak, No Mercy.

Thar'n-dha Strength, R'ka fire, and M-di h'chak, No Mercy labeled her body as she stood defiant and glaring, hold eye contact, challenging him.

A burn in his chest started hot and fierce as it seeped into his spine and down his back into the very nerves of his body, his claws tingles his body tense and ready to spring. He was aware of her every move even the slight bounce of her chest as she took deep breathes or how the muscles in her body twitched. He wanted to drag his claws through that pretty little skin of her and watched it glisten red.

Puffing up to retaliate Ke'Nai took a step forward as a loud blaring noise echoed through the air, ending the day's Ooman display. He watched at the other Yautja left the floor, as one of the Elites going over to him and firmly gripping his shoulder giving a gentle tug.

He jerked his shoulder free watching as the ooman female smirked and curtly gave him her back and walked to her group of gaping females.

That little— before he could do much the Elite grabbed him by the back of his neck pushing his head down and roughly leading him off the display floor.

Oh…oh…oh...He was going to show her…ooh was he was defiantly going to show her.

Ok, Well, that's ch7! Yay! I hoped you all loved it! This was so hard to write I had to go over it so many times! Ke'Nai is so hard to write MY way he's such a drama Queen I never knew this about him lol So Next chapter Mr. Sexy Ke'Nai will appear again they will be more interactions lol its also another important chapter with lots of hints!

Also, this story is my own creations that WILL not follow the norm of other AVP stories...at least none that I have found or read... anywho this is how I envision my Yautja, I love creating culture and connections to things, I also LOVE character development so the further we go along the more growth and expansion of characters will happen.

This story my dear readers will be one hell of an adventure, a lot of things will not seem normal to you only because it's new and has yet to be seen in the realm of AVP. So if you don't like it kindly leave and if you do like it please review! I loving hearing you all thoughts and comment trust me the longer the review the happier I get lmao ok ok

I love to have the story unfold slowly as Mercy goes along and she finds out new things you will too, some hints will be dropped in other POV that Mercy will not know yet so don't blame her for certain reactions

So this chapter and the next has taken on a lives of their own and so far I have yet(again) see a Yautja like him personality wise anyways, I never expected him to be so damn stubborn!

All right, so Thanks to everyone who reviewed you all made me excited, and to all of the follows and favorites. I love each one of you! Please remember to REVIEW! They do make me write faster haha!

Until Next Chapter!