AN: A shout out to WhiteWolfWoman! If you're still reading this, then, well, you will now see the consequences Kanani suffers after feeding her trophy. J
AN2. OH god. I can't believe how long it's been. Is anyone still even here? Hello? (Crickets chirp) God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But believe you me when I say that A LOT HAS HAPPENED these past years… heh, and yes, it has been years, I'm aware. AND NO, I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON THIS STORY! NOT THIS ONE!
With that being said… There will be a lemon in this chapter. I'll try to mark it out, for those who dislike that sort of thing… although (sweatdrop) I suspect a lot of you actually like that freaky-deaky stuff. ;)
Without further ado, I give you-
Chapter 33
"I'm Not Going Anywhere"
(Kanani POV)
Well… Shit.
Literally.
I'm standing in front of my living trophy, staring at the, um, really gross mess underneath its tail. It, uh, well, I didn't think of it before, but I guess that food has to go somewhere, right?
…
I feel like the biggest idiot in the universe right now as I hurriedly clean up the steaming pile of shit. Luckily for me, Psycho and I had just happened to stroll by the trophy room when the extremely disgusting stench hit our noses… well, my nose anyways… since you know, Psycho doesn't technically have one.
How do they smell any way?... I'm off topic here.
As soon as we saw what happened… Well, Psycho starting laughing. That huffing noise he makes as his shoulders and abdomen quiver and shake. I grabbed him by the edge of his mask and force him to snap back to reality as I pointed out that this ship belongs to his brother, who loves this flying hunk of metal like a son… probably more now that I think about it…
Anyways, Psycho nodded thoughtfully (heh, well, for him it was thoughtful) and went straight to a drawer that was nearby the tools used to clean trophies. He took out these very small bottles that were full of a glowing blue liquid. Then, he walked over to the steaming pile of shit and poured a tiny, tiny drop of the stuff onto the mess. To my surprise, nearly ALL of the shit dissolves, leaving only a thin layer of it on the floor. He puts the bottle away and then hands me what appears to be a towel.
"Oh… do I get a bucket and some water?" I grump.
He nods
"Yes. I will get that for you. We had better hurry, before R'ka founds out what has transpired here. "
As soon as I was given said bucket and the cleaning liquid (it certainly wasn't just water) Psycho stands watch for Spiky. I don't even want to know what my pseudo father/mentor would make of this. All I will say is that I think "Splinter" has gotten even with me at this point for encasing him in metal. Why did I think it was a good idea to name this thing after a character I respected? Then again though, it's not this thing's fault that it exists, right? And it DID put up a hell of a fight… I had never been so scared in my life. It was sheer luck that I didn't get myself killed.
"I guess I can't rightfully get angry with you, now can I?" I grumble to the Hybrid, which hisses at me. It sounds smug and I snort.
"From now on, you wear a diaper, you fucker… And I'm changing your name to Assbag." I growl
(Sighs)
Welp, now that THAT is out of the way, I should go and see if I can find a diaper for my… um… damn it, I guess Assbag is more like my pet then some damn trophy...
I bet if hunters on earth had to keep on taking care of the animals they hunted, they would stop pretty quickly!
Like the way people keep snakes, spiders and other dangerous creatures as pets.
Assbag hisses audibly again and I smirk.
"Well, you should never have tried to kill me. It just makes for a bad relationship, you know?"
Psycho clicks at me, and I turn to look at him.
"All done?" He inquires, tilting his head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm done."
"Good. R'ka is coming."
I squeal as I quickly dispose of the remains of the mess, using the disposal that my mom and I had used for the scraps of flesh and such from our trophies.
As soon as I have finished this, Spiky walks in.
"Um, hi Spikster! How's it hanging?" I grin cheekily. He glares at us suspiciously. And then because he is a fucking professional, he deadpans, "You tried to feed it, didn't you?"
…
"Um, yeah about that, I guess I should get a diaper for it next time, right?"
I wince. Spiky is face-palming hard right now.
"Hey! I am a compassionate, caring woman! This thing tried to kill me, yeah, but it, uh, is not at fault for existing! I couldn't just let it starve! Plus, I was curious!"
"I guess your curiosity landed you in some serious shit, didn't it?" Spiky suddenly responds.
I open my mouth and then close it.
"Did you just…?"
He is wearing his mask, but… there is probably a shit-eating grin under it.
Oh my god… he is making dad jokes… I have no words…
Spiky crosses his arms before I can recover and adds, "We are nearing the Clan Ship."
"How soon?" Psycho queries.
"We will be docking within hours." Spiky replies. My stomach flops uncomfortably. That means that I'm going to be one step closer to my new life and will be leaving this transitional part behind pretty soon.
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(Larja/Damsel)
I have walked back to my designated room, to be alone and to gather my thoughts.
So much as happened, and my spirit is at an unease, almost as much as my body is. A dream assailed me this last cycle, and I was haunted by it. Even now, I can't help but remember the recent past. The helpless state in which I found myself, and the way my ignorance and pride have damaged me echoes through mind. Even after being rescued from the Badbloods, I tried to reassert my pride and arrogance by trying to claim Kha'bj-te. Of course, mating season is encroaching upon me. Which is why those Badbloods… why they… they..
No, I deserved what happened. I was careless, I was foolish, and what have I truly learned? Help the Llonng Sain'ja? No, it is I, who needs help.
I pause suddenly, shame overwhelming me. My body shakes with both humiliation and need as the smell of mating musk makes it way into my room. I tried to avoid it, but with all the couples on this ship pauking, it's drawing me closer and closer to my own time. I need to mate, and soon. But I cannot. If I touch any male on this ship, I will surely die. And yet… what male will want me, now that I have proven myself weak?
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(Sabra's POV)
So I'm walking along, right? I'm not in my half form; cause… really the fact that my horns are sawed off really depresses me. They were so majestic… I had wanted to grow them out when I was a kid, and by the time they fully grew out… I was taken. And those goddamn scientists kept them short apparently. I hiss in anger and shift my thoughts.
Kemp told me he needed a nap, and I, as much as I love him… I'm not tired! I need to stretch my gorgeous legs! I didn't say this before, but it really feels great to NOT be under anyone's control! If I wanna go for a walk, damn it, I'm going for a walk!
And besides… this giant-ass ship needs to be explored. So long as I don't mess anything up, I'm sure good 'ol Kanani's dad won't get mad… right?
Probably, but let's not test our boundaries, yeah?
…
Oh, hi, voice in my head. How long have you been there?
A while.
…
No funny business, a'ight? We're not in the lab anymore and I'm crazy enough without your help.
Honey, please. You wouldn't be here without me.
But… but you were quiet! Ever since my niece and her crew and my honey-pot showed up, I haven't needed you!
No, dear. I've been here the whole time, and you're not getting rid of me so easily. You fucking OWE me, big time.
"I do not!" I snarled, growing angry. My words echo down the hall and I pause. A familiar scent wafts my way, and I hear a rumble. The scent is strong… and I shudder.
It's female heat.
"Um… Damsel?" I call out, cocking my head. I'm pretty sure it's her. Is this where she's been staying? Not that I blame her… come to think of it, everyone's been fucking… except her. She's been left out. A rumble of pity strikes me, but then I wonder. Does she even want to? I mean, yeah, she did go through that business with Bonkers, or whatever it is Kanani calls him.
The giant huntress pokes her head out of a room, looking at me in surprise.
"Ah, Llonng Sain'ja… Do you need something?" She queries.
"Who, me? Naw, I'm just… um, trying to get used to being on my own again." I chuckle. She looks… she looks good. I know I gave her a bad titty twisting, but they seem to be back in uber-perk-city.
She cocks her head in confusion, I think.
"On your own… what do you mean?"
"Well, you know I was held captive for-" I pause. There's distress in her scent, as well as heat. I didn't notice it before, cause I was thinking about sex (obviously), but now that I'm close it's all I can smell. I frown, feeling a blue flow of sympathy rush through my veins. She acts tough… but I can smell the anxiety off her skin. How, you ask?
Bitch, I've been anxious my whole life. I know the stench of it.
"Hey… are you ok? What's the matter?" I ask, walking closer to stand in front of her, looking up into her masked face. I can't see her expressions, which is fine, cause Others are a little hard to read. Their faces are damn weird.
I wonder what it's like to have crab leg-like appendages on your face… shut up, stomach you literally just ate.
She looks away, and this makes me puzzled. She knows I can't see her face right? Does she really feel that vulnerable?
I grit my teeth.
What are you gonna do? You're too weak to help her. My inner voice chides and I snort derisively.
I AM NOT. WEAK.
"Tell me what's the matter. I am very, very persistent and I will keep asking." I cross my arms, puffing my chest and trying to look intimidating. I'm actually not sure if I'm trying to fool her or myself.
Probably both…
She shakes her head at me, looking down at the floor… or maybe she's looking at me. I'm so much shorter then she is, it's hard to say.
"I do not want anyone to hear me." She rumbles quietly.
"Sweetie, I promise, no one's around this way. I wandered off, because I wanted to explore the ship. We're gonna be in a new place soon, and I…" I stop, as something occurs to me.
I don't want to lose her. She's part of our family. Kemp and I saved her. She's… she's part of us.
I look up firmly and swear, "Dams-, Larja, you listen to me. I've been in captivity for the past decade or so. You were in captivity too. I know what it's like. Everything you think you know is just a layer of bullshit that someone set out for you, like a damn stage magician. Reality becomes warped like a broken mirror and before you know it, you're forced to make decisions that you don't WANT to make, put in situations that make you feel things you have NEVER felt before." I swallow back memories, fucking horrible memories and push them away resolutely as I look up at the giant, trembling behemoth.
I smile softly, reaching out and gently taking her hand, which dwarfs mine. She allows this, and I swear, I feel her stop shaking. Her heat-scent rises, but I ignore it as much as possible, trying to be a fucking pillar for her, because damn it, she needs one.
Just like I did.
"I'm not going anywhere. I was going absolutely, bat-shit insane until these people crashed into my life. I'm picking up the pieces, but only because these people are here, backing me up, supporting me and believing in me. And I know you need that too. So if you'll let me, I'll be that for you. I want to help you, Damsel."
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(Larja/Damsel's POV)
I… I forgot. Kanani told me about how they found her father's sister, in that Ooman hell. This slender, brazen Llonng was held by ooman bad-bloods as a captive, for even longer then I.
Before I know what I am doing, I pour out my thoughts like water, the numbness slowly ebbing away with each syllable, as Sabra sits next to me, leaning her back against my leg. The touch is strange… but comforting and most certainly wanted. As I pause in my narrative, she looks up and flashes a grin.
"Sit. Sit with me. I mean, if you want. All that standing looks exhausting."
I reflect. Yes. Sitting would be good. I move to sit beside her, feeling more comfortable.
"I don't know how I can recover. I keep having nightmares about my captivity. How do you make it stop?"
Sabra looks straight at the wall and I see her face shift under her mask.
"You can't. I… to be honest, I used to have dreams, really awful ones, back in The Room. Heh, I think that's why they put me in stasis. My bad dreams scared even them. But ever since I've been out of there, I haven't had a single bad dream. I… I think it's because I feel safe… you know?"
I consider this. It's true… I haven't felt safe here since my fight with Kanani.
Sabra takes off her mask. Now she won't understand me, but she looks me in the face, her soft, gentle eyes looking at me where my eyes would be.
"I promise you, my damsel in distress, I will not let you fall again. No matter what, Kemp and I are going to protect you, even if we have to protect you from yourself. I hope you're ready for some real craziness, cause I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again. I'll die first."
I suck in breath as I gaze at the Llonng Sain'ja, who saved my life. Sabra, I remind myself fiercely. She's not just any Llonng Sain'ja. Her name is Sabra.
Confusion and mottled feelings swirl through my breast
What is this? I just met her, but…
Sabra takes my hand and presses her mouth to it, sending shivers down my spine. I try not to think about it, but a tingling goes through my stomach.
"On my life, I swear this." Sabra affirms, her strange face sincere and determined.
Am… am I crying? I haven't cried in so long… No, that is not true. I lied to myself, saying that I was brave during my captivity. There were times when I cried, tears falling down my wounded face.
I pull my hand away from her face and grab Sabra's shoulder firmly, placing her mask back on her face, as I take mine off, so she can see MY face. I show her my tears, my weakness, and I pound my other fist into my chest solemnly.
"And I you, Sabra. I owe you and Kemp a life-debt. And by Paya, I will not rest until I have paid you back tenfold."
There's a sniffling noise from behind Sabra's mask. She must be crying too. Do Llonng Sain'jas shed tears?
I shake my head and will myself to stop crying. The time for weakness is passed and a new day approaches.
"No more crying. We will grow stronger together. And we will learn from each other, yes?"
"YEAH!" Sabra howls, wrapping both her arms around my one arm closest to her, "That's what I'm talking about!"
I'm not sure what she howled, but it seems she agrees, as she embraces my forearm. A purr rumbles through my chest at her touch and Sabra pauses.
I choke. I didn't mean to purr.
She looks at me and asks, "Honey… are you Horny?"
I swallow and nod. "I will not touch your male, or any male on this ship! I value my life too much for-"
"Shut up. I, uh, I know the feeling, as weird as that sounds." She's quiet a moment. I huff in surprise at her next words.
"Kemp and I are gonna help with you with this too."
…
"What the pauk do you mean?"
Her tone takes on a whole other note as she presses her body to mine.
It confuses and excites me all at once.
"Exactly what it sounds like, sweetie. C'mon, I'll share my pot of gold with you."
…
What in Paya's name?
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(Kemp POV)
Oh no… I'm flying again. My body has once again taken on the form of a god damn dragon and I swear, I must be obsessed or something.
May as well enjoy it.
I soar through the clouds, feeling strangely at peace and suddenly my wings vanish. What?!
I'm plummeting to earth, air rushing through my hair and tossing me like a rag doll.
Suddenly, I'm snatched from the sky. I look up and Sabra's there, flashing me her snarky-smirky smile.
"Hey Honey. I've got you. No more nightmares, yeah?"
I frown.
"What?"
"I won't let you have anymore nightmares. Besides, Damsel needs us!"
She lights on the ground, putting me on my feet. We're in a desert, surrounded by gold sand and a red sky.
"What is this place?" I ask in confusion. I hear a distant roar and stiffen, as my question goes unanswered yet again.
That hardly matters, because Sabra is right. Damsel is in trouble. Sabra and I both run at a break neck speed, our feet flying across the sand, and yet, we seem to move slower then molasses. Damsel stands, in the distance, fighting off a giant cloud of pure, inky mist. Or, she's trying to, but the seemingly intangible thing picks her up and-
"DAMSEL!" I scream, reaching for her, Sabra reaching with me as we scream in unison.
My eyes fly open, jolting awake, I sweat, my hand to my head, my thoughts awhirl as I pant. It was a dream. Reality soothes my soul (sort of) as I sit up, hand to my forehead.
"What the actual fuck." I swear viciously. Looking around, I realize that Sabra's not here. She must have gone wandering….
…
I better make sure she's not getting into anything. Which she undoubtedly will be.
As I stomp through the ship angrily, I think to myself, trying to make sense of my vision.
I feel like… I can't ignore these dreams. I didn't want to admit it before… but my grandmother, she's straight up from Ireland. One of the most superstitious people I have ever met. She believed in fairies, leprechauns and spirits of mischief. She used claim that I was taken by the fairies, replaced by a changeling and then brought back. Fucking bullshit, of course.
But I dreamt of Sabra before I met her. And… I had such a vivid nightmare; it felt like I saw into Sabra's psyche. Now this vivid dream about Sabra AND Damsel…
Does it mean something? Am I going insane? I mean, more insane than this whole goddamn story is?
"Fucking Perfect! Just great!" I snarl angrily. I don't have answers. And it's pissing me off. And with this attitude, I round a corner and slam straight into rock hard abs.
Rebounding, I snarl, "WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE…" I stop.
Sabra and Damsel are standing in front of me… the rock hard abs I smashed into belonged to Damsel.
Fuck.
She's huge.
Her tits hang free and holy shit; they are supple as fuck, even after Sabra tugged on them.
(I think that was three chapters ago, pretty legendary if you ask me)
"Oh hi, honey!" I can't see Sabra's face under her mask, but I can tell she's smiling brightly, "I gotta tell you something important!"
"Um, what?"
"Well, see… I don't really know why, call it instinct I guess, but Damsel is under our protection and vice versa. If we're going to survive our new lives… we need each other." Sabra smiles gently up at Larja. I don't have my mask, and I can't see Larja's face because she DOES have her mask. So, I just look up at her, trying to not think about my dream where she was standing alone against some darkness I can't describe, and I ask her, "Is this what you want?"
Larja rumbles, "Se-ii," and nods in affirmation.
Sabra squeals happily, somehow wrapping Damsel and I in a fucking group hug.
"I love you guys so much! This is gonna be awesome!"
"Wow, this is new."
We pause and look over our shoulders.
It's Lex. I think she's smiling, but in a serious tone, she tells us, "It's time. Spiky wants us in the star room so we can prep for our official introduction to the Clan ship… or something."
Larja sucks in breath. I almost get the feeling she's not ready to go home. She hesitates, speaking what sounds like a question.
"Ok. But don't take too long. Spiky's not exactly a patient guy, you know?" Lex shrugs and turns.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Sabra asks. Her eyes widen as Larja speaks haltingly.
"What, what's she saying?" I grump.
"… Kemp…" Sabra looks at me, taking her mask off, so she can look me in the eye.
"Damsel's mating season is upon her…"
...
"Fucking-excuse me?"
"You heard me. Look at her boobs. Perkier then they were, right?"
"Yeah, but what can we-" I stop as realization dawns on me.
Sabra's grinning in an almost diabolical manner as she lifts her mask to shoot me a wink.
"You know what we can do for her."
"B-but-"
"Kemp, she needs us. She needs me and she needs YOU."
I gulp and swallow as I look at the giant alien huntress. So that's why her tits look so amazing. They're perky with need…
…
Is this actually happening?
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS WHAT THAT GODDAMN NIGHTMARE WAS INSINUATING.
SABRA/KEMP/DAMSEL LEMON BEGINS
Because, if I'm being honest, and as Sabra is pulling Larja and me down a hall we haven't been down (or, at least, I haven't) my breath is hitching and my member is starting to stiffen at the implications of what is happening here.
Sabra pulls us both into a room, shifting into her half-form. Larja speaks with rapid words, it almost sounds like she's protesting, but Sabra quickly shakes her head.
"Don't worry, I've done this before!"
…
"EXCUSE ME?!" I all but bellow in shock as Sabra begins to slip my pants from my hips.
"That's NOT important right now, Cutie. Look at her."
I turn reluctantly to Damsel. She's shaking. Her dreads are cresting, and… I didn't notice before, but the air is filling with this smell. It's … god, it's indescribable, and I think it's coming from the both of them. Sabra kisses my cheek, and her tongue caresses the side of my neck, sending shivers of heat down my groin.
What is happening?
"Follow my lead." Sabra whispers tenderly into my ear as she approaches Larja, her added size giving her just enough of a reach so she can remove Larja's mask.
Larja's four tusks tremble as Sabra stands on tip toe, pulling Larja down enough so she can kiss her neck, nipping, licking and sucking at her skin while running her hands over Damsel's taut nipples, squeezing, pinching and-
"Oh my god." The words leave my mouth almost incoherently as Damsel moans under Sabra's touch, submissively standing still.
Yep, I've got a mega boner, thanks for asking.
Watching my dragon girl press her hot body up against the giant huntress, massaging her massive breasts and hearing the both of them moan in desperation has me swallowing like a fish out of water.
"Kemp… you know how to use your mouth." Sabra breathes, looking over her shoulder seductively, "Why don't you show our girl some love?"
I feel almost drunk as I stumble forward. I wince, wondering if this is really what Damsel wants. But as I approach, Sabra pulls Damsel to the ground, continuing to neck with her while she plays with the huntress' hair and breasts. Damsel's back arches, and her legs spread. Her womanhood is slick and moist. I kneel down and gently, I run my hands over her belly. She hisses gutturally, her hips arching towards me.
Sabra's tail pushes my face forcefully into Damsel's heat and I obediently begin to lick and suck.
The taste is surprisingly sweet, and Damsel stutters a purr.
I moan as Sabra's tail leaves my head and traces down my back towards my crotch.
"Ooh, you're hard, honey." Sabra smirks. "We can't take too long, so you better make her cum!"
I moan in reply, as Sabra strokes my hard-on with her tail, and I redouble my efforts, using my fingers inside Damsel as I lick her engorged clitoris, fast and repetitively. I hear her gasping, moaning, and her hips and legs shake, quiver and-
"PAYA!" She screams, her whole body arching, juices flowing into my faces.
Holy fuck. She just gave ME a money shot!
"Oh my god, that was so HOT." Sabra moans, licking her lips with a hungry gleam in her manic eyes.
Damsel purrs, speaking words neither of us understands, as she sits up. She motions me up and I obey, stiffening as Damsel reaches forward and… and…
Sabra smirks as I moan lasciviously under Damsel's touch, but then the tables are turned on her as Damsel uses her other hand to tenderly reach under Sabra's loincloth.
"OH Holy shit!" Sabra squeals in surprise and I laugh shakily, my breath hitching in my chest.
Damsel pulls me towards her and her desire is clear. I line myself up with her, looking at Sabra for permission. My dragon girl is biting her lips, her cheeks flushed, as she looks me in the eye and moans, "Yes, fuck her!"
Without hesitation, I eagerly thrust into Damsel's heat and I moan as her claws grip my hips, digging into my left buttock. She's probably used to dudes way bigger than I am, but I don't care. They say three inches is hell at sixty miles an hour.
I thrust with enthusiasm as Damsel leans over Sabra, replacing her hands with her long tongue as she licks Sabra's crotch affectionately and passionately.
Sabra squeals, moaning like a slut and as she arches towards Damsel's face, reaching for me as I snarl.
"Fuck, I can't, I…" I moan hoarsely, my pace quickening, as Damsel clenches on me, purring.
"Kemp! Damsel!" Sabra squeals desperately, throwing her head back.
The three of us scream, clutching desperately at each other as we reach our explosive ends.
I don't even think to pull out of Larja, as I bury myself to the hilt inside of her.
END LEMON
There's nothing but the sound of heavy breathing for a moment.
"(Huff, huff) well, I guess we'd better clean up." I observe, panting.
Damsel chuffs, reaching for her helmet. Sabra puts her helmet back on. I repeat what I said and Damsel chuffs louder, speaking.
"She says, ' we need to do this again'." Sabra guffaws, affectionately hugging Damsel and then me. "I couldn't agree more!"
I shake my head. This is crazy… but I've got no regrets. I don't know what the future holds… but something happened here, and I have a feeling that we're gonna be just fine.
Damsel holds out her hand, and… tenderly, she touches my face. She does the same to Sabra, as she speaks.
Sabra nods, and I swear, I almost hear tears in her voice.
"I know sweetie. I know."
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(Lex POV)
1 hour later
Spiky seems just about ready to go on an all-out war against Sabra, Kemp and Larja when the three come waltzing in… no that's not the word. Erm… they're… hobbling.
Oh.
Oh!
OH MY GOD.
Did...did they-
I decide to look away, before my mind can conjure up-too lateFUUUUUUCK.
I think everyone else has the same thoughts, as Kanani swears, "OH MY GOD, SABRA, DID YOU-"
"Shut UP KANANI!" Sabra snarls, squaring up, her eyes flaming as she growls possessively, "Let me make something very CLEAR; I don't CARE what any ONE of you thinks of us. Touch Kemp OR Damsel, I will fucking END YOU."
There's silence. Spiky clears his throat.
"If you are done making a scene, may I now share the EXTREMELY IMPORTANT INFORMATION THAT I HAVE PUT ON HOLD TO TELL EVERYONE FOR YOUR PAUK-DE SAKES?!"
Sabra turns to Spiky cheerfully, "Oh yes! Please do!"
I sigh, shaking my head.
Goddamn dragons are actually fucking insane.
Rosy seems to agree with me as she eyes the trio that walked in late.
"So… apparently that happened!" she murmurs to me.
I shrug, feeling a detached sort of shock.
"I guess things will only stranger from here."
Kanani elbows Kemp, "Dude, you're a total pimp."
"I am not, shut up!" Kemp snarls.
"ENOUGH!" Spiky literally puts his foot down with a loud smack that instantly shuts everyone.
"Now then, if you Pauk Heads ARE DONE BEING IDIOTS… We are docked at the Clan ship. I have already spoken to my- our Honored father, Kha'bj-te, Set'gin. The Clan is expecting all of us."
I hold Scar's hand, squeezing it, as I feel him shudder. This is the first time he's coming home since…
…I can't even imagine, this must be so weird for him.
Psycho just puffs out his chest, being brash, although Spiky turns a baleful eye on him, "Don't even try to bluff, pup. Father is pleased with your safety, but not particularly at your brash behavior."
"So… does that mean he's grounded?" Kanani asks plaintively. She looks like she's healed up from her fight with Larja.
Spiky shrugs, I bet he's not sure what that means.
"Now listen. We will be walking together. No one is to wander off, especially you FOUR." He points to Kanani, myself, Sabra and Rosy.
"You must stay together at ALL times, until you are officially accepted into the Clan." Spiky frowns, and it almost seems like he's hesitating. He finally adds, "I have numerous brothers, besides Set'gin and Kha'bj-te, who are… less then honorable. Indeed, many of our brothers have been banished, branded as Badbloods. It is they, who particularly worry me. They could try to kill any of you, as though you are mere prey, and they would not be honorable in their methods."
"Oh great!" Kanani growls.
Spiky balefully glares, "I am not finished!"
Kanani shuts up and Spiky continues, his tone full of stress, "Our purpose as of these next few weeks are to introduce you into the Clan and integrate you. Larja," He turns specifically to the Giant Huntress, who stands at attention.
"Yes, Honored, Arbitrator."
"I know you have your own duties to attend to… but nonetheless, I ask your help, in keeping my family safe. I also request that, as an experienced hunter, you might lend them your experience."
Larja pumped her fist to her chest with a loud thump!
"You will have all my help, Honored Arbitrator." She vows fiercely.
I actually get goose bumps as Spiky then proclaims, "Then it's settled. Everyone, armor up. We are going to meet the Clan Elders."
Hello everyone… I can't begin to apologize enough. I almost feel embarrassed to be back, however, Unlike last time, I think I can actually start updating regularly. I am going to COMMIT to updating 2 chapters every week. I'll work out some sort of Schedule.
A HUGE SHOUTOUT TO MY BETA, KHALTHAR, WHO IS STILL ALIVE AND AWESOME YA'LL! He proofread this chapter, and has continued to offer me help and advice in this story!
SHOUT OUT TO THE REVIEWERS: THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Guest: Here is more, if you are still there!
AlchemistPrime:I am so sorry, I will try harder!
mizukikage: I do, I do finally have more. J Thank you for your support, glad I could make you laugh!
AnimeDreama: You have been here for so long, I am so sorry it has been so long, but I hope you enjoy the turn this story is taking! Next stop, The Clan Ship!
Royal Lioness: I am STILL going to write a separate story for Spiky, I am not sure when, but I have it in mind still. Thank you for your support! I will not give up!
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Ronniefanficfan 18: Thank you so much, I am so happy you enjoy this story, I will try to not go off the grid again. I am back for the ever-loving long haul!
TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ, REVIEWED, FAV'D, WHATEVER, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I AM BACK, BABY!
*ROARS INTO THE SUNSET LIKE A BEAR*