I know their relationship isn't canon but introducing Wolf as Mlevi's father. Interesting, eh?

The Logical Song by Supertramp

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Past.

'Get up. Again.'

He huffed as he got up, his young body ached but he strived to do his exercises as Wolf, who refused to allow him to call the older male father, watched. He was no longer in the flower of his youth but a seasoned male that had survived many hunts to the point he was now a 'cleaner'. His mother had described it as a yautja elite that cleaned up the messes and mistakes of other yautja.

Wolf was a scarred male, half his face marred by the acid of a kainde-amede, the serpents, one of his tusks melted to the root by the caustic blood. A large male, one Mlevi hoped to be as large as some day, but his body was slimmer than some. Many females found him very attractive despite the obviousness of his blind left eye. Beautiful they called him. Logical.

Clinical.

Be like your father.

'Get up.' Wolf growled low in his throat as he took one step to the side. He could almost taste the sweat dripping down from his dreads as he got to his feet again, the strength of his youth building slowly as the days, years, of training went by. 'Do not disappoint as I do this only because your dame bore my seed.'

His mandible twitched as he returned to his first stance, moving his tired limbs with precision and veiled rage that an adult could easily see bubbling to the surface of the young male. Mlevi was the equivalent of a thirteen year old now, he was blooming into his youth, his eyes flashing to reach the dark orbs of his father.

'Perhaps you need a relief from that boulder you carry on your little shoulders.' Wolf almost smiled, almost, and he flared his red eyes as the older male uncrossed his arms. He couldn't answer but he growled in chest in response and the elite laughed, a deep barrel chested laugh. 'One day perhaps. Until then…get to rest. The morning comes all too soon.'

Dismissed and defeated he bowed and turned, going to the bathing chamber to wash his tired body he closed eyes and heard his mothers voice in his ear. The ghost of his mother who was far from this distant part of the planet.

Hush my little prince…one day you will be a king….

Why mother, why must I be a king? He asked the ghost who disappeared in the steam as he sank chin deep, his broadening chest making the water tremble. Reaching out to the steam he could only ask in disdain. 'I am trying. I am…'

Closing his eyes he opened them and he was on his back on the training mat, a throb in his chest as he sits up. His dreads touched just past his shoulders, his body that of a nearly adult male, perhaps seventeen in a human mind. Open hand combat was prized among his kind and he was going to master it if he wished to pass his chiva.

Circling him was Wolf and the older male was only four inches taller than him by now, their muscular structures were nearly even matched. Only that of experience differentiated them. Lunging he caught the hands of his elder and they strained against each other, a mottled gray black hulk against a bruised black mammoth. Pushing he moved his feet as they wrestled, in a proper fight such acts as mane pulling and biting were not allowed but as Wolf cautioned that proper fights were few and far between. A kainde-amede would not fight properly nor would a frightened ooman warrior, they would fight dirty and fight fiercely. That's what made it all the more exciting.

Landing on his back yet again he swung his leg and caught the ankle of his elder who landed on his side and he pounced. Grappling he was rolled onto his back and pinned, arm barring his throat and cutting off his air. Kicking his legs he squirmed but was losing his ability to breathe yet still he fought until the world began to become hazy. Finally he relented and put his hands down submissively, only then did his father release him and sit back, a foot on his heaving stomach.

'Stupid child. Know when you have been beaten.'

Both their eyes darted to the left and in the doorway of the training room was a slim figure, curves flowering in all the places a male would enjoy, cloaked in a short silk white sleeveless dress. A single necklace of delicate vermilion stones around her slender golden throat, her face more human than that of her yautja mother. Big blue eyes set on them as Wolf stood up cocking his head at her as the younger male got up unassisted breathing raspily.

'Must you fight so…roughly?' Her voice was soft and submissive, females spoke in booming voices and the contrast made most males dry in the mouth. Looking at brother then at Wolf the large male towered over her.

'He must learn his lesson. Do not worry, little one, I will not break him.' He ran a hand through her hair then out of it before stepping around her and going into the complex. Mlevi glared at his fathers back before looking up at her as she came closer. 'Yet…'

Yet.

He pushed her hand away from him as he got to his feet, towering over that and he rubbed at his throat. That would definitely bruise. 'What have I told you about watching?'

'I am sorry.' She stuttered and he flicked his eyes over her soft face, it was fair and he could smell her scent. It was flowery and yet musky, a scent that made his claws curl. 'I just heard…'

'I was training. Never interrupt us again.' He bent to look at her face, his mandibles and tusks stroking her cheeks and his eyes flicked over her full red lips. 'Do you understand, zabin?'

Her eyes widened and she nodded wordlessly and he smiled before pushing past her to follow his father. Leaving her in the middle of the training room, her arms around her stomach and she turned her head watching him leave before looking down.

As he walked he dug his claws into his palm, hard enough to draw sprinkles of blood, his gaze hardening as he quickened his pace to go to the bathing room.

Stupid bitch, he thought as he stripped, wiping his blood on his thigh before stepping into the steaming water. Stupid, stupid.

Closing his eyes he sank into the water to his chin and could hear her chittering voice and the deep tones of Wolf several rooms away. The tinkling bells of her laugh made his hackles rise and he dover under the water, holding his breath to drown the sound of it out of his mind.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Resurfacing he climbed out of the scalding water and he stretched, walking naked to his room and closing his door. His muscles ached so did his skull as he punched his wall. Once, twice, four times until his knuckles bled and he shook his hand splattering the stone with it. Sitting on the edge of his bed he put his head in his hands and dug his claws into his crest, breath soft as his chest heaved before he leaned back. Closing his eyes he could hear his mothers voice in his skull, a soft comforting purr.

One day when you're big and strong….you will be a king…

'Fuck that.' He closed his eyes and put his head back into his hands and started to recite the fourteen excerpts of the Code of Honor. Count them, he ordered himself. Count them.

Those who break the code are badbloods. Unblooded cannot participate in the Hunt. Hunted game must be considered lawful by the requirements of defendability, of age and not linked to the lives of others. Equalize the odds. If a hunt fails ritualized suicide is required rather than to live in shame. Never claim anothers trophy. Murder is the worst crime. Show mercy to those who best the hunter. Joint trophies must be agreed upon. Do not join another Hunt without permission. When dueling, reveal oneself. Weapons of the Hunt are to not be destructive in nature.

He breathed a little steadily now and he opened his eyes looking at the blood splattered on his floor, the green against the polished stone tantalizing.

'Above all those who break the Code are badbloods.' He repeated to himself and he looked up at the sky, smiling now.

Present.

"Above all those who break the code are badbloods." He said softly as he combed the young oomans long black hair, she sat in his lap asleep as they approached the sister ship in the distance. In his cockpit he had dressed her as a young yautja female, a wrap around her nonexistent breasts and a sash around her hips that went to her knees. This tiny creature would bring him great profit as he stroked the sleeping childs delicate features.

Just like her.

He turned his head and brought up his communications with the other ship. He had the delivery and he wanted to get this over with, he wished to tear hair out and he could not do so with this little brat. Inhaling he stood, carrying the girl in one arm and Mlevi walked to the airlock and leaned against the wall.

Once the ship was attached to its destination he walked through the hall connecting the ship. His client was sitting in his lounge and he was a shorter male, one with a pronounced gut unlike his own abdomen hardened by muscle. Waking the little ooman he sat opposite the male who chittered in excitement but he tuned out the compliments and flattery.

"This is the package. Like I said, I only deliver until after I am paid." He smirked and rocked the little raven haired girl who yawned and looked around curiously. "Little one. This is your new master. Treat him as you would me. Do not cry, do not cry."

Purring he soothed her as she stood between the males and looked at him with uncertainty before stepping up to her new master. He smiled and stood up, refusing drinks as he leaned down to whisper soothingly. "I will be back to visit, little one,"

With that he walked out, his fingers flexing as the doors shut from the air lock he stretched. Perhaps he would visit in a few years to see how she had blossomed, hopefully not ruined by that fat fuck, and see if she was not a withered shell of the flame he had raised.

Setting destination to a certain backwater planet used as an outpost of traders and gray water merchants that had a particular club with flashing lights. And golden skinned female with frosty eyes that plagued his mind when he closed his eyes.

It was only logical.