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Dig’yuitd woke slowly the next morning, not wanting to rouse herself from her cot, and certainly not wanting to greet the hot day ahead. A long and hot day of training for her next hunt. She was planning to go with the upcoming batch of Unblooded on their first kiandhe amedha chiva. The last time had almost killed her, but she wanted another trophy desperately.

Dig opened her eyes slowly, glad to see the room was empty, all the cots unoccupied except for hers. Slowly she pushed herself up into a sit, yawning heavily and rubbing at her brow. Her thighs ached oh so slightly from last night. She had never had anything inside of her like that before. In all her years of life, Dig’yuitd had barely even investigated her own body. The few times had felt awkward. She shared these quarters with five other males, a room where there was little time or patience for modesty. She had grown up with these boys who were becoming men, and she was well aware she was quite physically different, even from females. In all truth, her body, like her voice, scared her. Last night had been wild, a completely new thing to her. She could only imagine what mating would be like. She paused slightly, her brow creasing. Mating. Would she really mate with Kv’nar, go so far for experience, to even discover if she could bare sucklings? The Warrior was obviously interested though, she should really be honored. She was, but she was still scared, still unsure.

She pushed up from her cot, looking about the small room. Six of them lived, ate and bathed in the small area, unconcerned with ideas of decency and what was and was not proper. They were all brothers, she included among them. It had taken a long time to get to the point of brotherhood, especially for her, but eventually she had found herself one of these people, no more the outsider she had been in her early childhood, when even the Grandmother had thought little of her, except that she was amusing. Dig glared at the ground, taking a deep breath. She was not amusing. She wanted to be strong.

There were sounds outside the door of others milling about, some talking in light clicks and growls. She rose from the bed and looked down to the cloak still draped over her shoulders, brow creased thoughtfully. Kv’nar’s. She should return it to him, but…not right now. Maybe later. Or she could give it to someone to return to him. That was an idea! She paused and then tilted her head back, closing her eyes tightly, her hand coming up and pressing against her brow. She was running away! Yautja did not run away. They stood proud and strong and faced their opponent, and Kv’nar was certainly an opponent, an incredibly handsome and powerful opponent that certainly knew how to please a woman. She took a deep breath, slipping the cloak off her shoulders and removing her tattered britches. She would have to wear armor today, if she was training.

Dig slipped from the room a few minutes later, adjusting her breastplate lightly and tightening the buckle against her side, Kv’nar’s cloak flung over her shoulder. She reached up and clasped it about her neck, to keep it in place. There were a few males outside, but they were deeply engrossed in conversation and she didn’t dare interrupt them for a simple ‘good morning.’ The halls were growing warm, even in the late morning sun. She took a deep breath against the rising humidity, cringing slightly. Heat never seemed to bother the Yautja, they were so used it, but it got to her now and then, exhausted her, and she found herself in dire need of water far more often than they did. It was rather embarrassing at times to be so weak against something as trivial as the elements, and it slowed her down on hunts in jungle atmospheres.

Dig’yuitd!

She jumped at the call and turned to look down the hall she was passing, smiling to see Yjautoo. The Young Blood approached her rapidly, his hands coming forward and settling on her upper arms, the male standing breastplate to breastplate with her, and she looked up at him inquiringly.

You are well? He asked, rubbing over her arms kindly.

She nodded, grinning ruefully up at him and tilting her head. He looked momentarily bashful, then shook the expression from his face and turned serious again, glaring at her slightly.

What did Kv’nar want?

She moved to tell him exactly what had happened, and then paused. Did she want Yjautoo to know what had happened last night? She knew the male was partial of her, and she had grown partial as well. In all reality, if there was anyone that Dig’yuitd would have mated with, it was Yjautoo. He was her friend. Her best and only friend. She doubted it would be so difficult to convince him to stay at her side always, and in reality she couldn’t see him arguing with the idea. Yjautoo was charmingly possessive and knew all of her deepest secrets, they were perfect for each other in most every way, but he was lacking in much of the strength that Kv’nar was overflowing with.

It all came down to experience. Kv’nar had more experience, more hunts, more kills, and far more trophies. Kv’nar was a dangerous mysterious hunter to her, a predator covered in scars and proud of them. He was exciting, and last night had been exhilarating, if not frustrating with how quickly and easily she had responded to his commands. She didn’t want to be so weak before a male like Kv’nar. Such obedience risked boredom. Other females fought, even males would fight, and she wanted to put up a fight too, enough of one to make it worth Kv’nar’s time.

Dig!

She jumped and looked up at Yjautoo, blushing and smiling softly. She rolled her eyes and raised both of her hands, cupping them and shaking them forward and back again lightly.

Talking, she said with the gesture, and then it grew exaggerated as she rolled her eyes back again. Lots and lots of talking.

Yjautoo still didn’t look satisfied, leaning forward more, his hands coming up and settling beneath her jaw, cupping her face almost tenderly. One of his claws touched beneath an eye, teasing over her cheek. She let out a soft exhalation, gazing up at the male, her small hands coming forward to rest on his breastplate, stroking affectionately.

Only talking? He pried, brow creased.

She nodded and tilted her head to nip at his palm, Yjautoo pausing, and then relaxing as well, his eyes crinkling in the hint of a smile. He drew away from her, taking in her armor thoughtfully, not noticing the cloak draped pushed back from her shoulders wasn’t hers.

Training?

She nodded, smirking and crossing her arms proudly. She had already boasted a good deal about her taking the Unblooded on their chiva. She wouldn’t be going alone. An Elder always accompanied the chivas, and if not an Elder then at least an Honored. They made sure things didn’t get too out of hand, and if they did there was the bomb that erased all chances of things going entirely wrong. She didn’t fancy the idea of self-death, rather than killing all of the kiande amedha, but she didn’t dare keep the option out of her mind either. She would take an honorable death rather than suffer the ending bite of a kiande amedha.

May I join you?

She smiled warmly at Yjautoo’s offer and nodded her head, stopping him before he moved off and holding up a finger, then gesturing to her stomach. The male’s mandibles quivered in mirth and he nodded his head.

Then we shall find something to eat first.

Dig’yuitd grinned and pressed close against his side, moving happily down the hallway with him, her hip brushing his lightly now and again.

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Kv’nar paused in his conversation with Mil’zu when he spotted Dig’yuitd down the hallway, his cloak draped over her shoulders. He smirked to himself, looking hungrily over the young woman in her armor. Perhaps she was taking his cloak to return it to him? Perhaps he should return to his quarters then and meet her there. He rather hoped for another session after last night. She had been wild and Kv’nar had found himself having difficult falling asleep afterwards, eager for today and the hopes of even catching a glance of his prey, and there she was. He frowned slightly, stopping in his tracks as he spotted the male she was with. Her disgusting Yjautoo. His mandibles flared irritably and Mil’zu stopped at his side, following his gaze, and then laughing.

Still with her jealous friend, Mil’zu teased, watching Kv’nar’s reaction, not wanting to tease his companion into a fury that the larger warrior might take out on him. He’d noticed Kv’nar was quite pleased with himself that morning, but hadn’t wanted to mention it. The fact Dig had even followed the Warrior away was impressive enough, and personally Mil did wonder what Kv’nar had accomplished with the girl, but it wasn’t his place to pry.

Kv’nar shot him a glare, looking back to his little warrior and taking a deep breath, only to feel his muscles tighten at the sight of the Young Blood male cupping her face and drawing close to her, and even more disgusting as she nipped his palm, a little love bite as was customary among Yautja.

This would not do. She was his conquest and his prey. All her little friend did was annoy him with his mere existence. He didn’t like how close they were, the fact that Yjautoo probably knew so many secrets about his little Dig’yuitd, and Kv’nar knew nothing. It shouldn’t matter, he knew. She was only a fuck, a good promising fuck, and a set of good genes to go with his. Still, the idea that she and Yjautoo were so intimate bothered him, a lot.

He moved to approach when Dig gestured to her stomach and the two shared a laugh, moving for the exit of the pyramid. He settled, clicking thoughtfully to himself. So they were going to go find a meal. Such would be an opportune time as any to let both Dig and her weak little friend of where he place lay, in his bed and in his arms alone.

He glanced to Mil’zu and nodded in goodbye, his companion waving a hand and moving away in another direction. Kv’nar returned full attention to his prey, stalking after her quickly and easily, slipping through the slight crowd near the entrance of the pyramid, Yautja coming and going leisurely, a group of Young Bloods to the far right admiring the trophy of another one, the skull of a kiande amedha. He chuckled some, tilting his head. Just like his Dig’yuitd, so proud of her little trophies. Soon he was certain she would have many, enough that a single kiande amedha skull would be little more than another number, one among others that only showed what a skilled creature of the hunt she was becoming.

He stepped outside in the muggy morning, savoring the heat pressing against his flesh. It was growing hot, very hot. He would seek out a hunt later in the month, perhaps travel back to the Ooman planet and return with a few trophies, make a necklace of teeth for his little conquest. She would like that greatly he was certain. He smirked to himself, tilting his head. Perhaps he would even take her along, let her watch him hunt and learn. After the hunt he could fuck her repeatedly, maybe on a rooftop beneath the many stars. Would she find that romantic? Was romance what she wanted or something more wild and erotic maybe? He could spread out freshly cleaned trophies in a circle and take her from behind in the middle of them, holding onto those blood red dreadlocks of hers. He could listen to her cry out sweetly and watch her breasts rock with the force of their thrusting hips.

He increased his pace, already eager, already wanting to make plans. That was exactly what he would do, but first thing was first: remind Dig of why exactly she had spread her legs to him last night.

He moved into the trees of the surrounding forest, following the two silently, both so caught up in the company of the other, Yjuatoo talking incessantly and Dig’yuitd responding in kind. The deeper they moved into the forest, and the further away from prying eyes, the more they did usual things. Kv’nar watched in fascinating as Dig’s small hand found Yjautoo’s and held it, her fingers laced with the male’s. Such things were purely Ooman behavior. He had never seen Yautja do it before. Kv’nar titled his head, moving into the trees for a better view of the two, silent and agile through the sturdy branches. Where had Dig’yuitd picked up such a thing? More curiously, how did it feel? He had seen such things done among Ooman’s plenty of times, between younglings and their parents, between lovers, between simple friends. He had studied their clinging hands from afar, seen how certain handholds revealed particular levels of intimacy.

Dig’yuitd and Yjuatoo’s handhold was annoyingly high on the intimacy scale.

He continued stalking them deep into the forest, watching as they spotted a wild beast ahead, an animal similar to the Ooman’s boar, though it claimed more tusks that were a good deal longer and sharper, and two tails ended in sharp and vicious points. Dig’yuitd grinned up at Yjautoo and the two separated, moving to circle the beast, one on either side of it.

Dig, and irritatingly enough Yjautoo as well, were impressively silent, their movements quick and soundless as they crept through the foliage of the forest, Dig’yuitd pulling a vicious dagger from a belt at her thigh. He watched in silence as the two continued their private hunt, both drawing closer and closer until Dig missed a step, her foot finding a branch that snapped too loudly. She looked up with wide eyes, the boar turning in surprise and letting out a high pitched scream of rage, turning on the woman and tearing for her. Yjautoo moved to the rescue, though it seemed the girl was already prepared for the beast, widening her stance and raising her dagger carefully. Her eyes were full of bloodlust, a dark smirk touching at her lips.

Yjautoo drew his wrist blades, lengthening them to their full extent, racing for the boar as well. The two would most likely meet in the middle and attack when the boar was closest to Dig. Kv’nar watched a moment longer, then smirked and withdrew his plasma gun from his side, pointing it at the beast. As jumped to attack Dig, and both Young Bloods raised their weapons for attack, Kv’nar fired, hitting the beast in the back and tearing through it, the force of the hit opening the beast’s chests with an explosion of blood, the body falling instantly to the ground.

Both Young Blood’s froze, confused, Dig’yuitd dripping in splattered boar’s blood. They passed each other confused looks for a moment, before realizing neither held a plasma gun. Their attention went sharply for the woods, looking around for the intruder to their hunt, something that was considered an insult among Yautja. He dropped from his branch before them, both glaring at him heatedly, though a soft flush touched Dig’s cheeks just beneath the blood on her.

Yjautoo snarled and spread his legs angrily, scowling at Kv’nar, but the Warrior laughed at the sight of him.

Youths. You should always pay attention to your surroundings and not be distracted by one hunt, he chided, returning his gun to his hip and looking between the two.

What are you doing here? Yjautoo snapped, hands clenching into tight fists at his side, the Young Blood trembling in slight rage. He wouldn’t dare attack him though, Kv’nar was certain. Without an official challenge, to simply attack another Yautja could make the attacker a Bad Blood, and ruin their life in the end, leaving them to be eternally hunted, as low as the weakest prey.

Kv’nar chose to ignore the irritating male, looking directly at Dig’yuitd. She was trembling in her own personal tempest, her dreadlocks, face and armor dripping in the blood. He took a step toward and was amused as she retreated back one in return.

It is a good look for you, my little warrior, he purred, and she tightened her hands into tiny fists, pointing angrily at the dead boar. He was amused, and widened his eyes in mock innocence. You’re upset with me? The girl nodded her head, taking a deep breath.

What are you doing here? Yjautoo repeated again, firmer this time, stalking closer to Kv’nar. He glanced at the youth, then looked once more to Dig, spotting his cloak still hanging at her shoulder, clasped lightly together with the bones of a long-ago kill. He drew close to her, enough that she had to tilt her head back fully to look up at him, her face set into a scowl.

I shall take my cloak back now. I see you no longer need it, after last night.

There was an awkward pause as Dig’yuitd glanced sharply to Yjautoo, curious and perhaps afraid of her friend’s reaction. Kv’nar held his grin, reaching forward and delicately unclasping the cloak, slipping it off of her shoulders. The girl continued to frown up at him, a soft flush on her cheeks once more.

I would like to see you again tonight, Dig’yuitd.

She hardened her gaze at Yjautoo’s sound of objection, crossing her arms and gazing up at him insolently. She spread her stance, tilting her chin up, and her defiance was charming. He smirked at the challenge, leaning forward.

You’re no longer curious, my little warrior. We explored much last night.

Enough! Yjautoo pushed forward between them, snarling up at him and flaring his mandibles. Kv’nar returned the gesture, letting out a healthy roar that made the youth cringe back slightly, but he still held his ground. You are unwelcomed here. Take your cloak and go!

Kv’nar looked to Dig, somewhat surprised at the turn of events, but thrilled by them as well. So she was going to offer up a challenge was she? Or was this simply bravado put up for her darling friend? Either way, Kv’nar rather looked forward to finding out, and he had an idea or two of how to go about doing so.

He folded his cloak slowly, taking his time, enjoying the rising irritation in Yjuatoo, watching the male closely now and then, but returning attention to Dig each time, smirking at her.

You’re being quite cheeky, my little warrior. I didn’t see this much fight in you last night.

She huffed furiously, gritting her teeth and trying to hold her own temper, her friend looking ready to fail, and he hoped the boy would. He wanted him to do something stupid.

Is it because of this boy? Are you trying to impress him? Reassure him you two are still close? He gave the youth a look, and then chuffed with laugher. There is no reason to. I see nothing impressive, nothing worth such effort. And you certainly weren’t thinking of him last night when we—

That did break the boy, and furiously Yjautoo pushed forward and shoved Kv’nar’s shoulder angrily, snarling up at him. Kv’nar paused and glanced at his shoulder then back to the youth, and then to Dig’yuitd. Her eyes were wide in shock, mouth opening slightly. A challenge. Exactly what he needed. Yjautoo glowered up at him, trembling with suppressed fury, his mandibles quivering lightly. Kv’nar reached out and caught his shoulder, squeezing firmly and digging his claws in, until the Young Blood winced.

I accept then.