*Chapter 2*
Bak'ub seemed to wait for hours. He studied the creature closely as he did, moving its head to the side to examine it. It was definitely odd to look at it. He looked down at his leg where the non-toxic blood had stained. The oomans must have experimented with the Kiande amedha… Bak'ub snarled in distaste and sat against the tree, wearily watching it. How he would communicate with the creature, he had no idea. Maybe it found some way to communicate but he doubted it was probably through hisses and snarls much like its brethren. It began to stir and Bak'ub tensed immediately, eyeing the creature. With a small whine, it stood but staggered and nearly fell again with a screech of pain. Bak'ub hissed at the creature and it snapped its head in direction of him, its eyes piercing through his own. In that moment, Bak'ub could see the fear instilled there. He could see the years of torture reflecting back at him. He wanted a way to communicate with the creature but he… He growled lowly, sympathetically. He knew how brutal oomans were. It was their nature. They feared what they did not understand. "Can you speak?" He grunted out, his mandibles clicking through his native tongue.
The grey creature gazed at Bak'ub with curiosity and he narrowed his eyes in warning. "Answer now-" the creature nodded its head in response and Bak'ub stared at it wide eyed. "I see…" He glanced around the treetops, before resting his gaze on the creature. For what seemed the millionth time, he took in its feature, his gaze lingering on the noticeable mounds on her chest. It was odd, really. The only creatures he has seen with them were his own race and ooman females. The Kiande amedha, no matter the gender, had flat chests. Huffing, Bak'ub stood and walked closer to the female creature. "I… do not know what you are." He began. He knew the Ooman language. All Yautja did, given their common communication with the Oomans. The creature took a moment, seemingly thinking before opening its jaw. No words came out and her eyes narrowed in confusion. Bak'ub raised an eyebrow. "Can you…not speak?" She shook her head and looked down, her tail swishing to and fro. "Very well, then." He began. "At least you can understand me." He mumbled, his accent thick. "I must take you to my Elders." He explained and crossed his arms. She inhaled sharply and small hiss escaped from her lips. Bak'ub was intrigued by her response. He came closer and the creature flinched when Bak'ub raised his hand to lift up her lips.
"Open." He commanded. The creature was hesitant before doing so, revealing her blade-like teeth and to his surprise, a tongue. However, it was forked, much like a serpent yet, pink like a Ooman's tongue. Bak'ub grunted and ran his finger along the organ, surprised to find it slightly hard. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. This was absolutely amazing. The tongue, however similar to a Ooman's, was slightly hard like the Kiande amedha inner jaw. However, upon closer inspection of her face, Bak'ub noticed deep scars that ran along from under her jaw to the edge of her head. He ran a claw along it and she shied away from him. "How?" He asked curiously. She did not move, not even her tail. After a few tense moments, she mimicked a knife and ran it along her scar, indicating that the scientists that created her, cut her to test her blood and the acidity of it. Bak'ub grunted once more and then, the roar of his brethren reached his ears. Both alien's head popped up at the noise and Bak'ub began to gather his weapons. "Come." He urged and glanced at her tail. It was amazing, how despite having so many Ooman qualities, she still had the perfect killing tools.
Bak'ub urged her through the thicket of branches and vines, cutting through them to make it a little easier for her. "Do you have a name?" He asked as the briskly moved along.
She shook her head 'no' and huffed out. "I see." He mumbled and pressed his mandibles together. "You will be called A'kisha." He began, satisfied with his decision. "It means Demon Eyes." He explained, his eyes searching for his clan-mates. One of his brethren landed before him with a snarl, his eyes on him. "Yeyin," He murmured and lowered his head in respect, quite glad to be able to speak in his own language once again. "Why do you walk with one that looks like the Kiande amedha?" Yeyin growls, his eyes narrowed and hand balled into fists. "She is half Ooman. I am taking her to the Elders." Bak'ub was silent a moment. "Where is Setg'in?" Yeyin laughed and A'kisha flinched at the sound. It was a hoarse, cruel sound. "He returned to us, saying you were gone, Bak'ub. Of course, I find you with a female." Yeyin shook his head, his locks moving with him. Bak'ub snarled lowly. Him and Yeyin had never gotten along, even when they were young bloods and pups. However, after a few centuries with each other, you learn to ignore. A'kisha hissed softly in worry, her tail wrapping around Bak'ub's waist in fear.
He frowned and glanced down, watching as the sharp tip of her tail rest on the bony 'ub was confused. He was used to seeing Kiande amedha fearless and strong, even if they hatched from Oomans. But she was so scared, so shy, so…. Weak. Much to Bak'ub's dismay, he had this urge to protect her from anyone and anything. He felt responsible for her. He chittered lowly, his mandibles moving against each other. What made her different from Ooman hatched Kiande amedha? She was half Ooman and half Kiande amedha, just like them but here she was, seemingly more Ooman. Bak'ub huffed and followed Yeyin to the clan. Like most clans now, they were modern; mostly due to interactions with the Oomans. They kept their history though. That is one thing they refused to rid of, even with the modern Ooman living. He glanced at A'kisha, who still had not removed her tail from his waist.
Yeyin stopped the two and smirked. "I will speak to the Clan leader." Bak'ub hissed his distaste. A'kisha cocked her head in confusion and Bak'ub growled. "He is my half-brother." He muttered, glaring at the door before him. It opened and there he stood. His half-brother definitely took from their father's side. He was tall, like most yautja males, perfectly toned, yet, he was slightly darker and had more scarring than Bak'ub. To be quite honest, Bak'ub hated he was older than him and helped with a hive cleansing… "Inside, now." He growled and both entered, A'kisha clutching on tighter than before.