Confusion
Inspiration: Daft Punk- Something about us
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He didn't understand why he began taking an interest in Kwei-Bhu'ja's human, but he knew there was something distinctly ethereal about the female. He'd acknowledged it the moment his hounds had driven her into the camp on the reserve planet. He had never cared about the way people perceived him; You either showed him the respect he deserved, or you died by his hands. The female had neither disrespected him nor praised the ground he walked on, as any human should. He had killed more intimidating creatures for less. He also didn't understand why Kwei-Bhu'ja wanted her to begin with. Yes, she was impressive in her own right, and she had a very curious perception of the things occurring around her. No matter how hard he tried pushing her, at the end of it she'd always fix him with a stare that left him feeling like a young pup being scolded by his forbearer.
However, she wasn't as strong as a seasoned warrior and she didn't have the instincts of a fighter in any way. He'd watched her walk along the halls of their ship, humming little sounds to herself on many occasions. She was as oblivious as prey could get, and yet he found himself wanting to be nearer to her every moment possible. It was infuriating in every way. He didn't pursue females, he was the embodiment of a warrior: strong, aggressive and able to defeat the best of any opponent with little to know damage on his part. He was a Yautja-prime, a specimen to behold, and yet he found his eyes wondering along the smooth, weak skin of the small female and wondered what it would like to be his.
He didn't understand what he even wanted her for. She belonged to his pilot, his leader, his brother. The one being he'd lived to fight alongside, took an oath to never betray. The only time he'd ever sought out her company was to heckle her in some way, from cornering her in a room and watching as her eyes dilated with fear, to blocking doorways so she was forced to put her hands on his abdomen and weakly try and push him out the way. Her presence had never annoyed him nor excited him in any way before, and still he couldn't get the memory of last night's feast out of his head.
The way she'd leaned against him as he told small raunchy jokes, pressing her forehead to his arm as if he was the only thing keeping her from toppling to the floor in laughter, to the way she'd slammed a tray on his hands with all the confidence of a true female for touching her food. Even, he grudgingly thought, the way she'd slapped his hand the moment he snatched a tray of meat from one of the servants, dropping her voice low and whispering threateningly;
"If you don't stop scaring those poor Meenrah, I'm never ever talking to you again. ANY of you."
He'd laughed it off in the moment, what a silly concept. That she regarded herself so important in their group, that the mere idea of her silence would scare them. But as she turned away, a feeling he couldn't quite place washed over him. She was always talking, either to herself or to them, whether they answered her (or even listened to begin with). In the small passage of time that she had come to live aboard their ship, she'd become almost a background noise. He'd never considered something worth fighting for, that hadn't been rightfully his to begin with. Yet in that moment he'd come to a conclusion. He would fight for her voice, make her realize he was worth speaking to. For once in his long life, he would pursue a female, and it would be the most glorious hunt. He refused to be defeated.
"Kuj'hade, you return so soon. The pups have been delivered to your kennels as requested. Was there something more you needed?"
He looked up to the kennel master at the mention of his name. He was tall for a humanoid being, but barely came to Kuj'hade's chin and he had almost a chrome pallor to his skin that seemed to change hues as he stood regarding him. He shifted forward, raising his arm to point at a tiny lump laying in the corner of its cage.
"That one? He's useless, we plan to feed him to the bigger pups if he hasn't died by morning." The man said with a nod of resolution.
It was a good idea; the pup was tiny compared to the ones he'd purchased. It didn't jump and yip at the doors or rip at shreds of food on the floors, trying to overcome its litter mates. He would make for decent sport even if they left it alive, used it to train the bigger pups. If it lived till the morning that is. The quills on its back were tiny, almost rounded as if they stopped growing in the womb, and from where it lay curled up, he could see it had near non-existent tusks. It would be destroyed if it trained with the hounds he'd purchased, or even during a hunt. But in the hands of a small, annoyingly compassionate female?
"No." He said, a quick gravelly sound at the back of his throat. "I'll take it."
This would become his biggest betrayal of all.
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I roamed the halls with Amani as she explained what every room on the large ship was for. There were 2 large training rooms, one for unblooded warriors to be trained for their chiva, and the main Kehrite where the seasoned warriors fought each other and the newly blooded warriors. That's where Thwei-Sain'ja, Kwei-Bhu'ja and Tarei'hsan-Thwei were now. I'd planned to go with them and watch, but Amani had insisted it could get dangerous with so many crazy blood lust filled males in one large room. Hell, if she wasn't tryna walk into that room, I figured I didn't need to either.
There weren't actually as many bedrooms as I'd anticipated. There were maybe a few hundred, as most blooded warriors had ships of their own and stayed out on hunts for long stretches of time. Very rarely were large groups of Yautja seen together unless on their home planet Yaut. The only ones who stayed and lived on the ship were the Clan leader, the Females and any males who wished to stay and support their leader. This usually consisted of the Clan leader's children and close family.
As we walked, handfuls of younger looking Yautja continued to move out of my way, making it harder to forget the event of the party. I hadn't MEANT to get drunk, and I definitely hadn't meant to flirt with other Yautja to make Kwei-Bhu'ja angry. I rolled my eyes, linking my arm with Amani's as she laughed.
"What's so funny?" I asked, bumping my hip against hers.
"It just, I've never seen that before. Yautja don't scare easy, but your man? He's one intimidating guy." She replied turning us down another long hallway. My face flushed red, and I lowered my head.
"He's not my man, thank you very much."
She gave me the side eye, small smirk playing across her features. "We've had this discussion before, remember? He's not your man now, but he definitely wants to be. And Yautja? They play for keeps baby."
Amani winked before stopping in front of a large door. The design of the door was different than any of the others I'd seen, meaning it wasn't a bedroom or even one of the many infirmaries. After a moment, the light above the door flashed, and it slid back into its slot on the wall.
"I figured I'd show you this room instead of just telling you about it." Amani said, leading me into the space. The wall in front of us was a half circle, and would be a decent sized room if it had any corners to it. The low lighting made it hard to see, but there wouldn't be much to look at if I could. The walls were completely bare, and the same metallic grey as the rest of the ship.
"So...you wanted to show me an weird, empty half-room?" I asked, turning toward her. Amani looked at me, bouncing her brows a few times before turning to face the door.
"Just watch."
She placed her hand against the wall, activating the panel. Immediately the lights turned off leaving us in a pitch black room.
"Holy shit!" I tried to turn and find her as I heard her laugh behind me.
"Just relax and watch. I'm not tryna kill you."
I felt her grab my arm as a slight buzzing noise started up. I looked beneath me as I saw movement, and watched as the floor began pulling away from my feet. Before I could panic, Amani's grip tightened.
"It's fine. Those are just paneling on the outside so the glass doesn't get damaged."
I stood gripping Amani tightly as more and more of the flooring slid away, before reaching the wall in front of us. My heart beat heavy in my chest, and I exhaled a heavy breath as the wall slid back and bright stars were revealed in front of us. My jaw practically dropped as I took in the expanse in front of me. The room was much fancier than the room on the Boy's ship, with its one wall to let you view the stars. This entire room was an observatory, simulating floating out in space.
I stepped forward, tapping my feet lightly to remind myself that I was indeed walking on a floor, and not about to stop breathing from lack of oxygen. As we stepped into the middle of the room, we both sat on the floor to take in the view.
Amani turned to me, laying onto her back and tucked her arms behind her head. "Wanna stay for a while?"
I looked to her and smiled, copying her position. "Fuck yeah."
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