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Listennnn. Can you imagine if Joey had a partner, however they weren't at all involved in the murder stuff so obviously when everything happened, Joey and the rest of Legion were stuck in the trials and his partner was still in the normal world.

This however does not last long.

Obviously they eventually start to look for him, wandering around in the woods he'd fled to, till eventually the mist grows thick and the air runs cold. Something smells foul and if they focus enough, they can make out distant screams. They turn to leave only to realize the forest has turned into an endless maze, despite walking away from the sounds somehow the screams only grow louder.

Till someone runs past them and shoves them aside with a hurried apology, but before they can get up someone yanks them up and holds a cold blade against their back.

There is a pause, hesitation, a white mask peering down at them as they try to fight away from the bruising grip.

"Holy shit" the masked man says, they know that voice, "you- I- Frank? Is it- why?"

To be honest, Frank likes them, they're good to Joey and even if they didn't partake in the robbery gone wrong, they'd still promised to not tell anyone that it was them who'd robbed the store.

He can't just explain the situation and sacrifice them right after, he's not stupid, he knows who they are in this game and he cares too much about them and Joey to just kill them outright, with no chance to prepare themselves, so he saves them for last, leads them to the hatch and lets them escape.

After that he goes straight to Joey to tell him about the "happy" news

Joey doesn't want to believe it, but he doesn't have a choice, not when he can see them by the survivors campfire, cold, confused, staring at the others who try to explain the situation they're in but it's obvious it's too much right now, it's always too much for the new ones.

The other survivors don't take well to his presence, after all the campfire is the only safe heaven they have, but what they think doesn't matter, he needs to focus on his partner who rushes into his arms, gripping him as if he'd disappear.

Unfortunately, they're both stuck in this realm quite permanently

But hey yk killer boyfriend privileges you get to have an actual bed

(god damn Anon, This is tasty. And Just, gonna gobble this up)

The air is crackling and metallic, just another trial. The Mask around his face sticky with Crimson. The sounds of sticks breaking beneath his feet chasing after his victim watching them dart past another watching that one fall to the ground. But he hesitates as he stares down at them, that scream so familiar and yet foreign eyes tracing along your form taking in every mark and curve, it was you, but... His knees caging you in blood soaked gloves reaching for your face thumb smearing it against your face. It was you, but older time still going on outside.

It startled them when Jeff came through, but Joey's head turned quickly looking at Frank who had finally stopped to see why Joey was kneeling over a survivor instead of killing them.

"Joey!" Frank snapped, angry that he'd pause when the Gens were finishing left and right, His clothes looking even more stained then Joey's, always was a more natural killer. "Frank, I think it's them." He spoke shakily grip getting tighter despite noticing the look of pain on your face. You were his biggest regret that night. Leaving you alone to sleep on the dirty mattress, he shouldn't have tried to keep your hands cleaned.

Frank tired of the hesitation shoved joey off to strike at you not understanding what Joey was saying which Gave you enough time to rise to your feet and follow the sounds of the bell. You thought you saw a lever flash yellow in your vision. That must be the way out.

Joey and Frank fighting one other your presence clearly throwing them off their game. But you didn't want to stick around and find out. Only half paying attention to the way in front of you when you smack head first into a solid form of a very familiar face. The bell ringing louder as the ground seemingly shakes. It's Jeff, older then you remember. He helped you when Joey first went missing. "It's you," Jeff scoffed a smile on his face looking back at the fighting killers stabbing eachother more then they had the survivors and the large man could guess why. "Let's get out of here I have something to show you afterwards." He hummed grabbing your hand and running out the door. You swear as the black spikes rose you could hear Joey's voice calling your name as if desperate to reach for you.

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Being a human mate to a yautja sounds real fun until you realize you might have to breastfeed the hybrid suckling.

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Thinking about "it" and "it" being, well, ehe, lets just say...

Putting stickers on Strife every time you see him

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Beaming thoughts into your brain

Meet cute with the horsemen but Y/N is fighting off demons and winning

Y/N: ...are you a demon?

Horseman: Do I look like a demon?

Y/N: ...I feel like the answer I'd give is not the one you want. But you haven't killed me yet so I guess you aren't. Oh but then again Vulgrim is a demon but he hasn't killed me either, maybe I should ask him... but he is a demon so he might lie... hmm

I have zero clue how to write "meet cutes" given I had to ask a friend what a meet cute was lol. Sooo... let's try and get through this together.

Death's meet cute scenario: His presence only comes to be known when your back is exposed to another demon creeping up on you, and when you do notice him, you're quick to question him whether he is a demon or not (following the above prompt) The meet cute is more of tense, sassy start, and the two of you just go back and forth between sarcastic marks like you're each in a competition of eating dry wall. "Of course he would lie, he's a demon." "Then doesn't that mean you would lie too if you were a demon?" Caught the Reaper a little of guard with that one and you're smug about it. "Hmm. I like you. I'm tagging along~!"

And that is how Death unwillingly got a human attached to him.

Strife's meet cute scenario: Now here is a meet cute kind of guy! He ends up coming across you and watches, biding his moment to come in and help, but... wow you're doing really well without his help. Still, he can't help but feel the need to give you a hand, make introductions- and then suddenly you're flung across the battlefield and straight into his towering form. Like an awkward shooting star heading straight for him. No give of a hint or "Look out!" as you both come colliding like two separate forces meeting. And yes you do for a split second meet each other's eyes and his arms are wrapped around you, the two of you splayed out together on the ground.

As the demon comes in to finish you both off, you each take up your respect ranged weapons and fire, the damage killing the demon. You both then look to each other.

"Strife."

"Y/N. Pleased to have met you."

He chuckles, "Likewise."

War's meet cute scenario: A dashing hero on a horse of flames and coal bedrock is your meet cute.

Yes, you had been taken prisoner into the ash lands and made to fight in the pits. War ended up finding your holding pen and breaking you out and together you watched each other's backs and where War saw you prove just how well you could hold your own against several demons by yourself. Even his watcher drawled in his curiosity of how a worthless mouth breather managed to do the things you were capable of.

And upon reclaiming his loyal steed, War hoisted you onto the saddle behind him where you clung onto him and were cutting down demons on the flank. It was just the unique and battle-forged bond you had with each other, able to work off each other's skills and there were a few points you caught the other's eye in the midst of your fights.

Finally dealing with the Chosen and claiming its heart, War offered if there was someplace he could take you in which you said you preferred to remain with him, your hand falling over the giant claw of his gauntlet as your mortal eyes blinked up at him through the biting, ashy haze of the bellowing environment.

Fury's meet cute scenario: There is nothing cute about this first meeting. Fury is a slow af burn much like Death. She's taunting and demeaning, hiding what smidge of impressiveness she has seeing you take on a demon like that. Those ones are pretty powerful and nasty, so seeing you get crafty with your gadgets and skills... it's something. You're a little awkward like humans are or at least odd. You're like an estranged... puppy looking at her the way you are.

When you mention Vulgrim by name she scoffs and you can tell she's rolling her eyes as she then begins to continue on her way, intending to leave you behind... but from the sound of your hurried footsteps, she knows you're tagging along.

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Don't worry about the response time!!

But also

He has to boast and show off his trophy catch!

I'm not sure if this was the intended image but now I'm thinking about him showing off a human whose positively dripping with mud, like just absolutely soaked in it

Like yeah this little fucker that dove into the swamp to hide? I caught them anyway. Yeah zero heat and scent trail btw. Ignore the leeches

Oh no! Not the leeches!!!! 😧😱

Good thing Mallacht is a top tier preener! He loves showing off his more affectionate side and social skills. He doesn’t get to show off his softer side too often since he is an outcast without a clan. But when he deems someone worthy (mainly oomans since most Yautjas tend to give him a wide berth because of his albinism and unsavory rumors/stories about him) they better prepare for some aggressive cuddles and affection! The boy is touched starved and he refuses to leave until his has got his fill of lovings!

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I can play hunt with Mallacht, so long as Mallacht is prepared to dig me out of the mud I chose to hide in order to disguise my heat and scent trail

I play to win

Also perhaps prepare a bath. Because of the mud

I mean he is down to hunt as long as it takes. He’s one to play with his prey especially if they are offering to give him a good chase. It could be hours before you are properly caught.

As for the bath….give him an hour to calm his prey drive after catching you. He has to boast and show off his trophy catch! But afterwards he’ll pamper you like royalty.

(Sorry it took so long to respond!😭)

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Don't worry about the response time!!

But also

He has to boast and show off his trophy catch!

I'm not sure if this was the intended image but now I'm thinking about him showing off a human whose positively dripping with mud, like just absolutely soaked in it

Like yeah this little fucker that dove into the swamp to hide? I caught them anyway. Yeah zero heat and scent trail btw. Ignore the leeches

Oh no! Not the leeches!!!! 😧😱

Good thing Mallacht is a top tier preener! He loves showing off his more affectionate side and social skills. He doesn’t get to show off his softer side too often since he is an outcast without a clan. But when he deems someone worthy (mainly oomans since most Yautjas tend to give him a wide berth because of his albinism and unsavory rumors/stories about him) they better prepare for some aggressive cuddles and affection! The boy is touched starved and he refuses to leave until his has got his fill of lovings!

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Another day as a human warrior on Yautja Prime... I should really name this series.

Gore warning.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Not proofread, I'll go over it in the morning after I get some rest and correct any grammar or mistakes.

Part Two.

Your first hunting trip with a group that doesn't include your master. You aren't anxious. A little nervous, sure, but you've held your own in solo hunts before. Hunting with a group should be no different.

Yautja typically tend to spread off on their own in bigger hunting parties anyway, only sticking together to take down invading yautja from other clans or particularly dangerous prey.

It's only meant to be a hunt to gather meat for the clan, nothing too big or serious.

Your master had been the one to shove you towards the group of yautja, around your age, mostly male. They didn't seem thrilled that you were there, but they wouldn't go against your master's wishes. Most of the yautja in the clan didn't like you, not because you were human—

Okay, perhaps there was some bias against your species, but it was mostly because they saw you as soft and weak. Unworthy.

They only ever saw you hiding away in your master's cave, sewing and threading, seemingly your speciality. They saw you return with small trophies of prey you had taken down on your own, but nothing noteworthy yet.

However, you were certainly praised for the collection of pelts you had acquired during these hunts. You certainly had a knack for skinning creatures and crafting sturdy pelts, your smaller hands must make threading easier.

But decorations only went so far with the yautja.

The dense fog lowered visibility rates in the thick forests of your clan's territory. The tall trees resembled that of thick pine forests back on earth. At least, from what you can remember anyway. Your clan's territory sat at the foot of a large mountain, covered by a large forest that always had an air of fog surrounding it. Thankfully, this meant that this region of Yautja Prime wasn't as hot as the rest of the planet.

Something you're thankful for.

A clicking rumble breaks you away from your thoughts as you look over, a presence hovering over you closely. His broad chest nearly brushing against your shoulder, his helmet a little too close to your head.

"Human, focus." He uttered in short, rapid clicks. He tilts his head to the side, his long mid-back length dreadlocks hanging from his dusty beige shoulders, darker brown spots freckling in from his back.

Auhta.

One of the few yautja who didn't seem outright disgusted by you.

He wouldn't go out of his way to speak to you, but he didn't snarl in disdain when seeing you in the camp either. As far as yautja went, he was relatively friendly.

He treated you like any other yautja who had yet to prove themselves.

Perhaps it was because he was a Youngblood, a yautja who hadn't gone on his Trial yet. By that definition, did that make you a Youngblood as well? Perhaps it did.

He jumped down from the tree you two were crouched in, patiently waiting for you to clamper back down. Once you did, he led the way through the marsh to track down a herd of blood-pigs you both had tracked down. He had insisted that you come along with him while the rest of the hunting party split up to cover more ground.

You observed him while trailing along at his side. Eyeing the neckpiece he wore. A necklace that shielded his throat, made mostly of metal and bones with several feathers added for decoration, and a small bird skull as the centrepiece on his collarbone. It was quite pretty. Honestly, his armour, in general, was quite aesthetically pleasing.

"Where did you get that necklace from? Did you make it yourself? It looks nice." You commented, tilting your head forward to get a better look at it. You were quite similar to a bird when it came to pretty accessories.

Auhta lifted his chin, slowing his movements and puffing out his chest. Almost showing off? He quickly catches himself afterwards and marches forward, outpacing you to walk slightly ahead of you.

"This 'small talk' is not necessary. You have a tendency to talk too much about too little." He chuffs as he keeps his gaze straight ahead, shoulders squared.

Rude...

He turns his head to glance at you from over his shoulder. Oh crap, did you say that out loud? You didn't mean to express that, but you don't regret it either. It was rude of him to disregard your interest in accessories.

Auhta is quiet as he lamented the interaction. Rude? He wasn't being rude. He was helping to save your breath. What was rude about that? He doesn't allow the bemused grumble to escape from his chest.

A loud roar echoes through the forest, instantly setting the two of you on edge. He clicks lowly, lowering himself to a crouch in the direction of the thunderous cry, positioned slightly in front of you.

You back away towards a tree, turning to climb up it to get the high ground. Whatever that sound was, it sounded big.

A large red beast that resembled an oversized praying mantis crashed through the clearing, unholy noises bellowing from its disturbing figure. A Quatza-Rij. One of the deadliest beasts on Yautja Prime.

And the two of you were severly underprepared.

Yet that didn't deter Auhta. He sucked in a breath, widening his stance and opening his arms as a roar bellowed from him. Accepting this challenge almost immediately. He charged forward, directly bodying the beast that was a whole head taller than him.

You knew that he couldn't take it on alone.

You couldn't waste any time. Both of your lives were on the line in this moment. You grabbed your hunting knife from your belt, leaping down from the tree and driving the blade into the beast's neck. Clinging onto its back as its roar pierced your ears. Its raptorial legs occupied by Auhta's attempts to brute force his way through the battle.

But it's snapping jaw dug into your forearm as you held onto its neck, shredding and tearing into your flesh with its small razor teeth. You yowl in pain as you stab the blade deeper into its neck. Auhta is eventually overpowered by the beast, forced onto the forest floor below as the Quatza-Rij throws you off of its back and onto the marsh a distance away, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You suck in breaths of desperate air as you push yourself to your knees. You certainly have the red creature's attention now. You look down at the marsh beneath you, the soggy ground slowly swallowing you up. An idea forming in your head.

"Hey, ugly! Over here!" You called as you got up, waving your arms around to catch its attention. Once you're certain that it's looking, you pull a brave and valiant manoeuvre.

You run away.

The beast roars as it chases after you. Your legs taking you through the marsh as fast as possible as it progressively gets deeper and deeper. At one point, you fall straight in, now covered head to toe in mud. You lift yourself up just enough to peek over the wet ground that threatens to take you. Holding your breath as the Quatza-Rij approaches.

The large beast wades through the mud, having lost track of you. You wait until it's directly on top of you...

As slowly as you can, you raise your arm towards its underbelly, your sickle grasped firmly in your soiled hands, adjusting your grip before you strike. You hook the curled blade inside of the soft part of its tummy, leveraging yourself inside of its stomach. The Quatza-Rij bellows in agony before you yank it down towards you, trapping it in the marsh.

The air inside your lungs are screaming for release the longer you stay under the mud. You could very well die doing this, but you'd die with honour.

You don't have to think about your funeral for long before you feel the beast being yanked out of the mud. You cling onto the handle of your sickle as you gasp for air, flailing around slightly as you're held up high. Still dangling from your sickle. Yet the weight of gravity catches up, your sickle dragging down the belly of the beast as you fall, gutting it in your descent.

You land on the soggy ground with a wet thump. Grunting as you looked at the scene before you.

Auhta had pulled the Quatza-Rij from the marsh, holding its corpse high above his head as he drenched himself in its blood. A roar of triumphant victory echoing through the forest. He shakes his head as the thick crimson liquid soaks him, celebrating in the shared conquering of such a great beast.

Yet as he lets the body drop down onto the forest floor, he looks around, almost frantically.

"Human?!" He bellows, a tinge of concern pitching his roar in a way that had been previously unfamiliar to you.

"Here!" You called, flicking some mud at him as you sat up. Right. Thermal vision. He probably thought that you didn't make it after he couldn't find your heat signature despite the fact that you were literally sitting at his feet.

A trilling chuff escaped him as he looked in the direction of where he heard your voice, his chest still heaving from exertion. He holds his hand out in your general direction. His hand twitched after you placed your palm on his, lifting you up from the ground.

"Well done. The elders shall be pleased with our hunt," He purrs, hauling the Quatza-Rij up on his shoulder. He looks down at you, still holding your hand. "You fought honourably."

His praise makes you feel warm inside. A genuine compliment from him felt incredibly good. There was just something about being complimented by your peer that made you feel prideful.

"As did you," You smile as you both start walking towards the camp, eager to show off your shared kill to the clan. You look down at your still joined hands. "You're holding my hand?"

He chuffs once again.

"I can't see you." He justifies as his grip tightens on your smaller hand, not wanting to lose you.

No, this is not the same yautja from my other post about the yautja gifting you a pelt. This is a different one. I'll write a part two about the other one... eventually. I'll write it when I feel like it lol

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So, yautja are often called "big space cats" in the fandom, and I wanted to expand on their more cat-like behaviours! Reminder that these are headcanons and that your opinion can differ from mine.

I read somewhere that cats will mask the smell of your injury with their scent so that you don't get left behind by the group, and it had me thinking...

If you have sustained a large injury from something, close friends or even mates will place themselves near your injury or even lay on top of it. This isn't just to shield a vulnerable spot, but it's also to cover up the scent of your blood with their own smell. This is more of an instinct that they willingly choose to act upon.

Yautja are known for being strong and trying to hide their pain. So when they notice someone they deeply care for injured, they cover up the injury with their scent so that you don't get left behind.

However, these acts are only typically done during the slow hours of the day when yautja have some downtime and can lounge around. If you're injured on a hunt, they expect you to hold your own. But that doesn't mean they'll completely abandon you either. It just means that they'll flank behind you on your injured side. They expect you to do the same for them if they're injured on hunts.

Trust in your hunting partner is both an essential and sacred bond.

Strength is both incredibly attractive to yautja as well as expected. So, having vulnerable moments with one is seen as a deep sign of trust and respect.

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A part two to Auhta's story.

Gender neutral reader.

I did not accidentally post this before it was ready...

Not proofread.

Part One.

The day you brought back a Quatza-Rij with Auhta, everything changed.

To bring a Quatza-Rij down and present it to the clan elders was a tradition, a rite of passage to adulthood in yautja culture. Typically, you had to prepare the Hunt in groups of three. Not two unprepared Youngbloods getting ambushed by the beast.

Which made your accomplishment all the more impressive.

A worthy pair of warriors the two of you had made.

You were certainly unprepared for the change in behaviour the yautja showed you after bringing home your kill. No longer did they stare at you like you were the weakest link, keeping their distance and eyeing you like a tragedy waiting to occur.

Even the looks given to your master had changed. She had always been considered odd, true, but you absolutely noticed how her chest would puff up in pride when her peers would glance her way. They had called her foolish for taking in a human to mentor. Looked at her as if she was mad.

Now, their eyes held respect.

She saw something they couldn't see in you.

The respect given to you was now becoming embedded within your master.

You weren't exactly treated like royalty, but you were now seen as an equal. Your fast thinking had secured you a spot within the clan. As an honourable Youngblood, just as worthy as the rest of your peers.

However, that didn't change your habits.

Growing up in this clan had felt borderline isolating. Growing up with other yautja whelps left you feeling like an outcast.

The whelps had always played rough and tumble, but any attempt to join in would leave you injured. Their claws and jaws not made to play with soft meat.

You still have some scars from your childhood.

You knew that they never meant it.

They would always give you such strange looks when you would instinctively yelp and cower away. It didn't get any better as you got older. Eventually, they would begin leaving you out. The influence from the adults bleeding into their pups.

You were different.

Smaller.

Weaker.

You were prey being raised amongst predators.

You eventually learned to occupy yourself. Reading books, learning to craft tapestries, helping your master manage medicinal herbs, and even hunt for small rodents to practice your pelt crafting.

And old habits die hard, apparently.

Even as you had proven yourself, you still kept to yourself.

Others would be more open to approaching you whenever you were in the camp, a fact that nearly had your heart beating into overdrive, but for the most part they didn't make an effort to become your friend.

Except for...

"Human."

You pricked yourself with your sewing needle as you flinched hard at the sudden voice directly next to your ear. You hiss as you place your index finger in your mouth, soothing the wound as you turn your head.

Not by much, though, or else you'd risk brushing your face directly against his.

Auhta chuckles heartily, his eyes crinkling as his upper tusks click together. He had been sitting directly behind you, angled so that he could look over your body to observe what you were doing.

You didn't even hear him enter your master's cave. Let alone sit down that close to you and watch you for an unprecedented amount of time.

You should've played closer attention to your surroundings instead of allowing yourself to be so absorbed in your task that you left yourself vulnerable.

Perhaps that was the feeling of safety you had associated with this cave. Feeling so safe in your master's company that you tuned the world out, trusting your master with your vulnerability.

Now that you think about it, she wasn't even here anymore. She must have left before Auhta arrived, or else she would've chased the Youngblood off before you even noticed him.

Auhta had something of a mischievous reputation.

His entire pack of friends did.

You often saw them manhandling each other around in the mud. A few sudden tackles always seemed to catch you off guard whenever you walked by. Auhta being the most physically involved out of them all.

"It's polite to announce your presence when you're in someone's home." You sighed, their eyelids drooping in exasperation. You watched as he tilted his head, his amber eyes holding a curiosity that not many his age would dare to indulge in.

Out of self-respect, of course.

Auhta seemed content by the amount of respect he had already garnered.

"I did. You were not listening." He chuffed in response, leaning his shoulders back as he adjusted to a more comfortable position. Before ultimately deciding that slouching forward was better. "What are you focusing on?"

You turned your head back down towards the fur draped over your lap. You placed your forearms under it, lifting it up for his appraisal. Once you heard his rumble of approval, you let the pelt flop back down on your lap.

"Do you need something?" You respond, looking over to see if he had any injuries that needed attention. None.

Though, he definitely seems to require attention of some sort.

You didn't know how to politely tell him to leave you alone.

It was just so foreign to have a yautja pay such rapt attention to you. To willingly choose to spend his time by your side.

"You are going to the contest, yes?" He tilted his head, dreadlocks swaying with his movements.

You were tempted to refuse on the spot.

Your clan enjoyed hosting small contests within the heart of the camp. Many use them as opportunities to display their raw strength to the rest of the spectators. The wrestling was separated by experience, not by weight class. A smaller opponent might outsmart a bigger one, but an Elite and a Youngblood would be unfair. Many Youngbloods did attempt to challenge an Elite or a Blooded, but oftentimes, they would be knocked on their asses faster than they could think. Leaving them with more than just a bruised pride.

Once upon a time, you once wanted to be part of these competitions... but you learned rather quickly that trying to beat a yautja in a battle of brute force would spell more than just a few bruises. You can't even count on one hand how many times a yautja had broken your bones.

Leaving you to almost loathe these contests out of envy.

"No—"

"Yes." Your master's voice echoed in the cave as she hauled a giant fish over her shoulder, dragging it deeper into the cave. She snapped her jaws at Auhta, who took his time in getting up. His hand enveloping your shoulder in a silent promise to see you later.

You get up once he leaves, the pelt falling to the floor before you approach her workbench, frowning at the smoke coloured Elder who snorted back at your defiant look.

"You have avoided these contests long enough. I did not teach you to avoid your problems." She utters bluntly as she grabs a cleaver, pulling the blade down the fish's belly to gut it. She didn't allow you to argue any further, only stabbing a small carving knife on your side of the workbench.

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Despite your best efforts to slow down the process of gutting the fish to prolong the inevitable, your master still managed to drag you out of the cave towards the camp. The twin suns having long since disappeared over the horizon, shrouding the forest in a cool darkness that had you gripping your fur cloak tighter.

The heat was unbearable during the day, but nights were not that much better.

There was a large gathering of your clan, all circled around the heart of the camp to watch. Roars and rumbling laughter echoed everywhere, almost making your eardrums bleed with the intensity of it all. It had been a great many cycles since you last attended one of these competitions.

You had forgotten how loud it was.

You were practically shoved out of your thoughts as a group of young whelps pushed past you to see the contest. Despite them being young, they were still around your height.

But before you could get trampled any further, you felt a hand on the back of your tunic, lifting you up like a small cat to sit on top of a large rock. Your master pulling her hand away once you had adjusted yourself properly, not even looking at you.

You followed her stormy coloured gaze, witnessing the final fight of the competition.

Between a Blooded and... was that Auhta?!

You snorted in amusement at the thought of the cocky Youngblood getting his ass handed to him. Then again, he did have good reasons to be cocky. He was on the bigger side for a yautja, not just height wise, but his thicker mass and muscles were certainly something to be desired.

However, to your utter shock, Auhta appeared to be winning?

It was nothing short of impressive to see him take on a Blooded warrior and win. Everyone else seemed to think so as well. Though, the Blooded seemed less than thrilled to be humiliated in front of the entire clan.

Auhta roared as he beated his chest with his fist, the rest of the clan following suit to cheer on his victory. The Blooded yautja weakly limping away from the crowd in defeat.

Your master had been the only one not to bellow in celebration, her eyes trained on Auhta. Assessing him the same way she assessed you once.

"I have no doubt that he shall be an Elite one day." She commented in a prediction, leaving you reeling at the compliment. This was the highest form of praise coming from her.

Heavy footsteps snapped you out of your stupor as you saw Auhta approach, his chest puffed out to display the long, deep claw marks along his torso and arms. Proud to display each and every cut like badges of honour. He looked up at you, his mandibles clicking together softly as he reached his hand to you.

...

Did he want something? You didn't have anything right now... other than a few small bones you kept on your person for decoration. Did he want one of those?

You remember, as a child, that you would read books about monarch's offering their knights a handkerchief to display their favour.

This line of thinking seemed logical enough for you as you broke off a string around your neck, offering the tooth of a great serpent you had taken down with the help of your master. You reached down to place it in his hand...

Only for him to simply grab your hand instead. Ignoring the offered trophy.

He pulled your limb down, his touch gentle yet firm as he placed the back of your hand down between his brows. His eyes closed as a deep purr rumbled from his chest.

Your other hand held onto the edge of the rock, keeping yourself from tumbling down face first.

All these eyes watching your public display of affection, watching you and Auhta with intense scrutiny. Yet the Youngblood had no shame. Outwardly displaying his close bond to the human. You felt an unpleasant heat rise to your cheeks as you pointedly avoided looking at any other yautja.

A small breathless laugh escaping you.

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It's very obvious that Yautjas biology is very different from humans and that's including their skin and muscle tissue.

So when they are comfortable with someone especially if they are a human who does an act of service like for example massages then they need to be physically prepare.

What i mean by that is imagine the energy that you have to f*uckin use to unknot those tense muscles of theirs.

Buddy you don't jab your fingers or knead it like a dough NO you have to use your full body weight and elbows to even make them feel something and you gotta knead it like a meat for them to even feel something.

Don't worry about using too much power they can handle it, they would probably purr like a cat when you hit certain spots and they will definitely appreciate the service.

But you gotta tell them that you need at least 3 days to rest before doing it again.

But if it's a yautja with another yautja it's like how humans are with other humans but if it's a yautja doing it to a human...well they first need a practice dummy and strength training so that they can control their strength to not accidentally hurt their human.

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Rain happening while I'm writing a rain scene... its so perfect

[iku-tihku]

His name is Gtha

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Hi, kinda forgot how to draw for a bit after school knocked me out but think I found my mojo again. Using it to doodle Bolith currently.

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Wough aquatic yautja. I will. Draw you. I will.

[iku-tihku]

I mean close enough right?

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What if you accidentally adopt a yautja baby and become co-parents with her dad cuz she got attached to you so now daddy can't get ur ass. Baby sad if he kills u, can't have that