The translator was running frantically, he couldn't nearly feel the ground beneath him as his speed increased. He was flying past the narrow halls of the giant ship.
Her head was bleeding.
Too much, too much blood, way too much.
He had never seen so much human blood before, he had never been on a true ooman hunt before. The only time he had ever been so close to humans was when he studied them, their culture, their society, their religion, their posture, everything.
Everything but blood.
It was so odd compared to his own which was bright green, while hers was red and thick. It had an odor that made his mandibles curve inward like a dead spider and his stomach turn. It had a scent similar to the metal iron that was found on their backwater planet. Bitterly unpleasant.
McKenna hadn't made any movement but he could detect she was breathing lightly, ever so slightly.
The rich red colored liquid had reached his talons, leaving two streams to swim down her face, going in all directions. The blow to her head cracked her head open. Looking down at her, he could see the white of her skull peeking through.
For a split second he had forgotten how fragile she was, how pitifully fragile humans were. For a split second his blood boiled as she hit him and for a split second he lost it.
She couldn't die, if she did, it'd be his head on the line.
Turning the corner, he was stopped by a small crowd of royal warriors huddling around the open door that lead to the evening hall where McKenna had picked her mate earlier. At the sight of them, he without hesitation, got down to one knee. McKenna's limbs hung loosely, touching the ground.
In front of him was the royal clan of Centanu clan, the clan of death and their praised prince. If it wasn't for their high ranking he could of spat at their feet for what one of their own did to his own mother.
Bastards.
They were ruthless, cold blooded hunters. Perhaps the most dangerous ones on the ship. The other thing that separated them from bad bloods was their honor when it came to hunts.
If he could remember correctly, one of the humans had chosen the prince as a mate. He pitied the poor idiot more than he pitied McKenna.
McKenna's blood was now tripping from his sharp finger nails.
Within the crowd of hunters, it was the one with piercing blue eyes that stepped in front of them all and presented himself to the translator.
The prince was truly like any other hunter there.
Despite being as tall and muscular like the rest, his overall presence sent shivers down spines.
His glossy, long black dreadlocks were covered in gold rings that shined as bright as his eyes. He had honorably earned them from the many skulls of monsters and humans he had defeated.
Blue eyes were unusual and rare amongst their kind. Humans had blue eyes. Yautja had red, yellow, brown, and sometimes violent but blue, was something else.
There were many outrageous stories that claimed his mother was a human. But those were just stories.
His light green scales made him look less reptilian than the others and more pleasing to the eyes. But the clan he would soon rule after his father was anything but pleasant.
"Rise." He commanded of the translator.
Within a second, he did was told of him and the translator rose to his feet, widening his feet in a hasty matter. The prince's memorizing eyes narrowed, scanning the human before him. He did it in a gentle manner, almost concerning.
It was almost as if he wanted to touch her.
"My name is Dua'ka, my Lord," The translator spoke blankly in their language, "I need to get her to the medical wing."
Saying the word Lord left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Yes, it appears you do." The prince titled his head, "This one was the one that chose the runt from your clan. How peculiar." He smirked widely.
The translator felt fire burn without the depths of his chest at the sight of the prince's facial features. Trying his best to stay calm, Dua'ka looked behind the prince to see his companions were amused as well.
"Enlighten me, translator. What did you do to this female."
There was something about the tone in his voice that sounded unnatural, angry.
"She fell." Dua'ka made sure to watch his own tone, making sure it sounded vague. Trying to make his lie believable.
The prince reached out firmly with his hand. Gold bracelets hung down heavy, holding back another grin that arched his mandibles. His hellish eyes looked at the translator's, "Or perhaps the human proposed a challenge for you, a female of all things. How humorous, is it not."
Laughter came from behind the prince.
The translator felt his blood come to a boil.
Remaining still, Dua'ka watched as the prince tenderly touched McKenna's pale face, moving away the stain of blonde hair that was now soaked in blood. It stained his giant fingers. He looked at her face with great detail then her chest and then everything else, as if he was a suckling and it was his first encounter with a human.
The only time a hunter laid hands on a human was to ripe its spine from its fleshy body.
"7 pints." The blue eyed alien stated.
"Lord?" Dua'ka raised a brow at his unusual words.
He laughed deeply, "7 pints is the average amount of blood a human has in its body. I'd say," he titled his head playfully, "she have a couple still left in her."
A drop of blood had dripped down onto the floor, breaking the silence that followed the prince's words.
Dua'ka remained still, deadly still. He watched as the prince grabbed Mckenna's necklace and with a flick of his wrist, snapped it from her neck. His finger brushed against the cross and he brought it up to eye level.
"That is for some reason, important to this female-" Dua'ka spoke.
"Then how fun it shall be when she comes looking for it."
"Lord. I don't think that is wise concerning she has a mate."
"Ah yes, that scrawny looking thing."
"Yes."
The prince's forehead wrinkled up as his now frightening eyes narrowed in disapproval, "Hurry along and get her to the medical wing, I'd be quite disappointed in seeing this one dead before the fun doesn't even have the chance to begin."