I own Iamathe. I own Lequian Rehitnue. THEYRE MINE I TELL YA! MINE!
But i don't own anything else.
Jauk'cha yawned lightly from where he was nestled in the branches of a thick forest tree, his feet clinging to the wood. His eyes opening and he looked over to see the little hunter in her usual position. She was curled up around his shoulders; her scorpion tail wrapped around one of his arms.
Jauk'cha had, after slowly beginning to notice that the female gave off no waste material, come to realize one way her body got rid of excess energy she did not immediately need. It was no explanation for how she could be so strong, light, and tiny, but it was a start.
The little hunter was incredibly warm. She radiated heat like a miniature furnace. At first that hadn't made the slightest bit of sense to him. After all, he couldn't SEE her unless she wanted to be seen, and he SAW heat, so why was she always so invisible. However, after noticing that animals who saw in the light spectrum were also ignorant of her presence, he came to the conclusion that something about her could regulate energy- in short, could regulate waves.
(Warning: The following content depicts a half-insane extra-terrestrial trying to come up with scientific reasons for the existence of a fluffy white kitten. Brains may steam afterwards. Warning: I am not omniscient, I am describing the half-insane extra-terrestrial's theories to the best of my ability and scientific knowledge and coupling it with a fantasy element.)
For example, the only times the little hunter ever emitted heat were when she was snuggled up against him- and in that case she only regulated the heat waves towards him- When she wanted to be visible, she regulated heat in all directions.
HOWEVER, since containing such heat and light energy would probably have some effect on her (He wasn't sure what, probably melting or burning or... or… something!), he had come to the conclusion that some sort of divine or multi-dimensional forces were at work. The way he came up with this conclusion was by comparing her extraordinary abilities to such concepts as 'electro-magnetism' or 'strong nuclear forces' before such forces were discovered. These 'divine or multi-dimensional forces' acted to regulate her weight, and heat and light. For example: light and infrared light are wavelengths. That means they were energy that was transferred from place to place. Somehow these 'forces' could alter the path of the light, or they could remove it entirely and 'store' it- as it did with her body heat.
The various poisons and chemicals she pulled into her body for later use were also 'stored' in this other 'dimension.' In short, she was not a purely physical being. Part of her existed on a level, on a dimension, that he could not comprehend.
All in all, the best word he could pick to describe all this was 'magic'. He figured there were scientific explanations behind it, but it hurt his brain analyzing all the possibilities. So, until he could figure out it, he'd just call it 'power' or something like that.
The Little hunter stirred, yawning and displaying her shark teeth. Upon seeing him awake she smiled happily and then her heated eyes whirled in his vision as she eyed him curiously.
-What- Jauk'cha inquired, stretching his legs.
-You are trying to come up with explanations as to why I exist.-
-Yes…-
-Well, first give me explanation as to why you exist. Then give explanation as to why strong and weak nuclear forces, gravity, and electromagnetism exist. Not how they work, why they exist. Then, in detail, tell me where all anti-matter is.- Jauk'cha grunted.
-There a problem with being curious- She laughed lightly, out loud. Her laugh was pleasing. It sounded melodious- a nice contrast with her purrs, hisses, growls, and roars.
-No, not at all.- Like the affectionate cat she was she nuzzled his cheek, purring, and then hopped to the tree branch above him. –Come, come Jauk'cha! Want to kill alien queen today.-
The Yautja grunted. Oh sure, killing alien queens. They'd killed a small one last week. The little hunter had grown tired of hunting predators and had turned her attention to her more 'evil' foe- the xenomorphs. Easy sport. Killing whole hives. Oh yeah. Easy. He eyed a huge slit down his shoulder and rubbed the spot in his waist he'd been impaled twice during the course of that day.
-Could you please have a better battle plan next time- She blinked, looking at him, tilting her head to the side.
-What do you mean-
-I'd prefer not getting stabbed.-
-But you survived. Just don't get stabbed next time.-
She was intelligent, strong, fast, and deadly. But a general she was not. She had no idea, what so ever, how to plan an attack that included her having an ally. Fight, fight, fight, heal ally, eat, eat, and eat. That was the method, the plan, and the strategy. He decided to have a talk with her about strategy. It was something she had to learn, like speaking with her mind had to be something she had to learn.
He was about to call her down from the tree to have a serious conversation with her on strategic, glad he was a master in something she was not, when he suddenly realized something.
He had be prepared to say, 'come down here.' However, he had attempted to call her name first, to get her attention.
That's when he realized he didn't know her name; he'd always just called to her directly by his thoughts. He paused, blinking; and she leaned over a branch, looking at him with equal surprised.
-My name…- she said softly-is Iamathe. I am a Lequian Rehitnue, and I am the last currently living of my kind.- He blinked, silent, staring at her.
-You're so powerful… what happened to the rest of you…-
-Death. Instant death. Killed.-
-How did they die-
It was the first time he ever saw a look of pain cross the little hunter's eyes. She was silent, only he feeling of upset and pain moving from her mind to his.
-No talk about it- she murmured unhappily. For the first in a long while, she was a delicate little creature in his eyes again, and he reached up, gently patting her on the head. He couldn't help it. Something about feeling a creature's pain touched him more then seeing it. This wasn't a weakness- this was the complete genocide of her entire race. He'd probably be upset too. She seem pleased by the pat and pressed her head against his hand. Then she looked at him.
-So… Iamathe… how come you can be so invisible-
-You were on the right track in your thinking.-
-Then how come you can't control your weight? I've heard you mentally complain about it, that you can't make yourself lighter.-
For the second time he was lucky she wasn't human. Female Humans tended to have very negative reactions when asked about their weight.
-Haven't learned that yet.-
-But you've learned to regulate heat and light-
-Yes.-
-And that took time, so regulating weight is going to take time to learn-
-Yes.-
-How old are you-
-Old.- He growled, smiling lightly despite himself. She was so childish sometimes.
Hmm, having a daughter that could beat the crap out of one's father. A human male might compare that to having a 7' daughter on the high school football team. Or a mother-in-law.
Mox grumbled to herself, adjusting her training armor. It was incredibly light and lucid, allowing her to move without any impediment at all. Unlike the other young males standing in the vicinity, checking their armor, Mox did not bear an assortment of small sculls and finger-bones. They were an impediment. She didn't like them. She did, however, have the fractured upper half of the wing-arm of a particularly nasty bird of prey strapped to her forearm. That was out of the way. Besides, she liked the bone. It reminded her of how she'd proved how much of a better fighter she was then G'tuk. He'd been the one it had gouged the left eye out of. Impaired as he was, he'd been instructed to go an entire year with the loss of vision in that eye. If he survived that year, he could receive a replacement eye.
Every time G'tuk saw the wing bone strapped to her wrist blades, against her forearm, he narrowed his eyes and growled. Oh he hated her. He'd never been so ashamed as when the tiny female bowled into the massive bird with her spear and had promptly torn it apart with her wrist blades.
Mox was silent, closing her eyes as she waited for the trainers to come and take them out into the forests outside. Anyone who dared near her in an attempt to 'wake her up' would be treated to an 'X' carved into his face. Two of the boys in the group already bore the ugly mark. As opposed to most scars, the 'X' was not the one they were proud of. It was testimony to their eternal shame. Oh, Mox bore plenty of scars from where she'd been hit back- had even been soundly beaten by a teacher several times, but it wasn't humiliating for a female to lose to a male. It was the vise versa that was entirely unacceptable in hunter society.
The males ignored Mox. In return, she kept her temper. The males respected the primal female, the feral hunter. In return, she cooperated.
Aic'kan, the trainer who had took her personally under her wing, took a moment to berate her about teamwork and honor. She grumbled under her breath, but took in every word. Aic'kan was the only trainer who could defeat her soundly, without receiving much more than a scratch. He was, thus, the only person she respected and listened to.
Again, instinct. She obeyed those who had proven they were her superiors. Like a wolf, she was below the Alpha male. Until she could beat him.
Aic'kan "This is your first hunt," he cautioned sternly. "Your first REAL hunt. Use your brain, Mox. It's as fast as your blows, even if it's only half as loud. Think. Listen to what your thinking. And for the sake of the god's, hunt! Don't fight your brethren!" Mox muttered out that Uok'ha threw that spear right at her head, he deserved having half his dreadlocks ripped out. Aic'kan cuffed her over the head and she only nipped halfheartedly at his fingers as he drew his hand away. She liked Aic'kan. He was intelligent and knowledgeable about all styles of fighting, including bare-handed fighting. "You have the potential to become a great hunter… I don't know if that matters to you, but you have the potential to be better then all the males you now know- including myself, at least at my present skill level." He was assured Mox was paying attention to him when he received the rarest of rewards- her seldom-heard purr. Good. That meant she would listen to what he said. He sighed, patting her on the shoulder and then turned, moving back to the other trainers.
She had developed well, her mad hacks and thrashes slowly being cultivating and adopting a weak shadow of style. Also, it had only been a year, and Mox had already hit 5'10". That was a good 3 inches, and she had no feminine signs showing up. That meant she had at least a year until she hit puberty, which meant at least 2 years until she stopped growing, which translated into a possible 6 inches. 6'4" might not be awesomely impressive, but at least she'd be tall for a Human- and as she was, after all, half human. Her size would at least be reasonable at 6'4". He winced as he saw her start to clean dried blood off of one of her hands. Oh, the first time he saw her do that he'd had to rapidly keep himself from vomiting. Tongues were disgusting things…