Ellie actually felt safe with the alien. He would bring her food, make sure she had water, and he would be sure to be as gentle as he could with her when he picked her up and carried her around on his shoulder. He honestly found her too light, so he was always trying to get her to eat more so she could at least have a little muscle on her bones. She wasn't really sure if she should take it as an insult or compliment; her friends back home use to do the same thing, trying to give her food all the time. It was amusing.
Tracker began to bring her small trinkets like bracelets or necklaces he'd get off of other dead Oomans, always trying to find something to impress her with. He got a bit upset when she'd always focus on a drawing or doodle more than him, he'd try to get her attention the best he could without angering her, purring, gently poking her with a claw. He barely left her side actually, only going on a hunt every-so-often. He just wanted to protect her was all, he felt like it was an obligation.
Beserker and Falconer didn't enjoy that too much, there were Ooman's to be hunted, to be found and slaughtered, not to be cared for and treated like how hey treated the females of their specie. Over the course of the time, they had picked off one by one the group that had tried to free Ellie, but they were still out there and they all needed to be killed before a new batch arrived. Having a large group of people from other seasons of hunting would not be good, it would be very sporty though.
Ellie had gotten use to the smell of the camp as well, still not really appreciating how it smelled of rotten meat and death. Tracker and his friends must enjoy the stench, but they also had masks on so that probably blocked out some of the smell so it barely bothered them. She really loved it when Tracker put her in his lap and just held her close to him, purring. Mostly because his scent enveloped her and took over her senses to the point where she didn't even smell the horrid reak of the camp anymore. It was just him and her.
At one point in time, he tried to make a move on her, gently touching her, running his hands along her body, but she quickly yelled at him to stop, and he did; retracting his hands from her body and holding them up defensively as he stared at her from behind the mask. He hadn't tried it again since then, and she was happy about it.
Ellie actually had a boyfriend once, and he pressured her into having sex. She practically had to kick him off of her to make him stop, and she had pretty powerful legs despite what she looked. He didn't much like it when she kicked him in the lower regions either, she could have sworn she kicked his balls right up to his throat the way he was acting and choking. She never really tried again, the thought scared her honestly, and she just... could not have people above her like that, it made her feel way too vulnerable.
If Tracker wanted her that way, he'd really have to prove it; make it special. She never gave him that hint, he'd have to figure that out for himself if he wanted to have her in that way. She was his pet, yes, but she seemed to be able to control certain things.
The Bad Blood gave a low growl as he jumped from tree to tree, scanning the ground for life of any sort. He needed to do something for the Ooman, court her with something much more than little Ooman trinkets and objects. He'd bring her a skull, maybe even two or three. Females couldn't say no when presented with such great gifts, at least that's how he thought of it. He wasn't entirely clear on how males of the Ooman specie courted their females, he never really saw if for himself up-close, but he'd imagine it'd be very close to what his kind did to get the attention of a female.
He kept his eyes open for any worthy adversaries that he could kill and take the skull of. Ellie would be his mate before the day was over, and luckily, the day had merely just begun. He had shown her nothing but gentleness and kindness, he did test to see how she'd react to his touch, and she didn't really seem... Well, pleased to say. Then again, he didn't really set-up any mood, he did just start touching so she had the right to be angry about it. If Ellie was a female Yautja, he was certain she would have mutilated him just for daring to come near her with such intent.
Tracker groaned lowly, trying to imagine himself with the female under him, her soft, small body rubbing up against his while he fucked her mercilessly, . It sent a shiver of arousal up his spine. How gratifying it would be.
He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts back on track and not on mating, there was much more at hand right now. Such as finding the perfect skull for Ellie and present it to her when he got back, wondering what her reaction would be to it.
Ellie huffed as she stared at her page of doodles. She had been trying to guess what Tracker looked like without his mask on, she had a few ideas, but none of them seemed to fit. She tried to draw him with a human-like face, but that didn't look right for how his mask was, she tried a more creative approach, with tentacles for a mouth and not a normal one. But, once more, didn't look right at all.
She gave up when she couldn't think of anything else, drawing multiple things but they never seemed right and it bugged her to no end. That was it, when Tracker got back to camp, she was going to demand that he remove his mask so she could see what his face looked like.
She stood up stretching, having been sitting down for quite awhile, deciding to have a walk around the camp, glancing at skulls and skinned creatures that were all strung-up in the Hunting Camp. She shivered at some of the sights, glad that her skull remained where it was, and wasn't used as some sort of eerie, twisted decoration. She placed a hand on her collar, remembering what it meant.
She looked out to the woods, wanting to go out for a run, not liking being kept here the more she thought about it. Ellie shut her eyes, remembering when she first arrived here.
Falling. She hated that falling feeling. She thought she had been dreaming, and when she opened her eyes she expected to see her room, but no, she was literally falling from the sky, her body swinging around as she tried to flip herself. She tried to open the parachute, slamming her hand into the beeping lights that became more rapid the more she fell.
She almost didn't make it, thankful it opened before she reached the tops of the trees, even though she still crashed into the ground, but at least she didn't break anything, otherwise she would have been a sitting duck. Ellie had quickly removed the pack with haste, glad that she had her small backpack with her that held her drawing supplies.
Ellie was at first very confused and very scared and afraid. She was so cautious, she barely got anywhere, thinking that there would be some creature that was going to pounce at her at any moment in time and rip her to pieces. Her first day here was the worst. It was hot, the people that she watched from afar seemed to prefer to try and kill each other than work together. She shivered, glad nobody decided to point a gun in her direction, seeing as they didn't even notice her amoungst the thick foliage.
The days had passed so slowly, and when it turned night on that first day, she made sure to find the safest place she could, not wanting to be out in the open too much. She had to watch carefully, looking out into the darkness of the night as bugs chirped and the wind rustled the trees with a gentle, warm breeze.
Ellie opened her eyes, shaking her head. The days that had followed that first one were much more easier, she knew that if she just watched carefully for traps or anything dangerous and avoided it, she'd be good. She did have trouble finding food, water wasn't as bad though. At least she didn't have to deal with that anymore, now that Tracker had been providing for her.
... Maybe she'd give him a chance, if he could prove to be able to do something romantic enough for her. She just hoped that he wasn't too big, she didn't want to be split in two.