IMPORTANT NOTICES! Two things, Okay? One, just so I stop getting people popping up randomly on Deviantart asking about updates; incase you haven't noticed my pattern, I alternate updating Haven and my Nightmare on Elm Street fanfic "Dangerous Kind" weekly. This means the each fic gets updated once every two weeks. I do this as a breather technique so I don't get bored writing a fic for so long (Haven has changed a lot since I first started writing, this is chapter twenty-three of a fic I originally thought might only be ten). Second. I am seriously sick of people complaining about the lengths of the recent chapters. I. Write. What. I .Feel. Needs. To. Be. Written. Chapter lengths are going to vary depending on how long I have been planning a scene. This whole arch of the mating ritual was not in my original plans and so may consist of a lot of short chapters. Consider them fillers until I figure out exactly what I'm doing for the big hunt scene. Either be happy with what you get or I won't update. Thanks for your time, I'm sorry if this comes off as rude, but please I just need some room to work.
Warning: (Reread note) I mean it. Short chapter. Dart's POV.
Disclaimer: For something as complex as this one would think I do own them, but I don't.
Haven
Like Scar, Dart was exhausted after the match. Unlike Scar, he had nothing to show for it except a bunch of still bleeding injuries. He sat in his own private quarters, stitching up his wounds and dulling the pain with foul tasting medicinal fluids. He spread another layer of healing gel over the wound on his shoulder and barked with pain. He closed his eyes and snarled until it eased away.
Tool and Thug were outside his room, waiting for him to come out. Strike came by once in a while, maybe to check up on him, maybe to try to convince Tool to leave him be. Dart snorted. Lex was right in the fact that the four of them were more like a gang than friends. Dart used Tool, like a tool really, Strike was there simple to keep him out of trouble, and be the sensible one. Thug, well, maybe he was a friend, but more like an idiot little brother who happened to be bigger and stronger than most Yautja.
Dart didn't trust anyone. He couldn't let his guard down. He couldn't get hurt again. Both his father and his mother had destroyed any chance he had at being a normal Yautja pup. Thug was the only one in this gang who knew the shame of having a bad blood for a father, but not even he understood how it felt to also have an insane mother.
Dart stretched his aching body and stood. He limped a little, but other than that he appeared to be fine, so he grabbed his helmet off a rack. He risked opening the door to his chambers. Tool and Strike were no where to be seen, Dart assumed the mint colored Yautja had convinced his albino friend to at least get something to eat while they waited. Thug was on the floor next to the entrance, fast asleep.
Good.
Dart put his helmet on and pushed a button so that he vanished from sight, and another to send a chill through the mesh wiring on his body. He shivered, but his body heat lowered making him invisible to anyone looking for him, and began to limp toward Lex's room. He'd been sneaking into the Ooman warrior's chamber for sometime, contemplating, and watching her. Lex had her door open, and was busy going through her weapons to decide which ones would be best to take with her to the Kehrite so she could practice.
He stepped into her room and watched her.
Lex continued unaware for a few minutes before she slowed and glanced around, sensing something was not right. "Who's there?" She called.
Dart still didn't understand a word of English, and began to wonder perhaps if he should start learning, but said nothing to announce his presence. She and Scar belonged to one another now, but now that just made Dart want her even more. While Lex hurried up and grabbed her weapons so she could leave in a paranoid rush, Dart contemplated his next move.
Madness it seemed, was hereditary…
Author's end note: Still working out the kinks of what's happening with the creatures dubbed "Navt'ghil" so again I apologize for my short little fillers (and for those wondering about how I came up with the name, I just hit random letters on the keyboard and threw and apostrophe in there, they could have easily been the 'Bodm'fek').
Editor's note: As a final reminder, do not get on our backs about chapter length, we do what we do, please don't try to rush us. On another note, thanks for all of your great ideas for the we're still working on concepts for the Navt'ghil, when things are finally decided I will post images of them on my Deviantart account so you can see them. 'Till next time folks!