He's the 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, I'm the 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲... (Predator x reader)

Chapter 1 - The Things the Others Weren't

Updated version of chapter 1 including a song and picture! Woohoo! 〵(＾０＾)〴

Key words:

Pia = Comanche for 'mother'

Patsi = Comanche for 'sister'

Pabi = Comanche for 'brother'

Kühtaamia = Comanche for 'the hunt' / 'becoming a warrior'

Y/n was good at dancing, not fighting. The things Y/n was good at had nothing to do with hunting. Or her Kühtaamia. It had nothing to do with her brethren, or mother and father. She was just different.

Even the women of her tribe all had practiced hunting at some point, even if it was just small critters like a possum or rabbit. Well, everyone except for Y/n and her younger sister. Y/n had no intention of even attempting such a task, and would have rather spent her time making the weapons her companions used, or tending to the chief and his bad knee.

She was the exact opposite of her sister, and even her older brother. Her younger sister, Naru, so badly wanted to prove that she was ready for the hunt. That she herself had earned the title of a huntress. Y/n respected her sister's decisions, but would always secretly question them...

Today was like most others.

Y/n slept soundly not far from her sister under her blanket of furs, turned to face where their elder brother would sleep. It was a quiet and still morning. A leathered boot to the shoulder woke her up, and not more than 10 seconds later, woke her sister up. Y/n groaned as Naru continued to lay there, not yet content on getting up for the day.

Y/n sat up, looking over her shoulder at her sister still snuggling into her furs. With a bit of added effort, Y/n finally got up, standing up and looking around for the tools she'd use for her day to gather breadroot and orange totsiyaa. Gathering a small leather shawl and leisurely putting it over her shoulders, she grabbed a leather bag she hung over her shoulder. Y/n did one last double take, looking around her family's hut before nodding to herself and setting off for the day.

Walking through her tribe, Y/n waved at her friends, greeting the elders with formality and extra kindness as she passed by. Y/n slowed down to say hello to some of the younger's of her tribe who still got the freedom to play about most of the day and had very few chores or tasks. Inside of their little village, all of the pale yellow and tan grass had been crunched down after so many years of wear by people's boots.

However, it was different once you got to the outside of the Comanche village. Outside the grass was different. The grass was tall, and somewhat dead, crunching beneath anyones feet and swaying around in the early morning breeze.

The air was sweet and crisp, slightly chilly. A snow would be coming soon. But that didn't matter now. Getting breadroot and orange totsiyaa was main priority as of this morning. Perhaps later, Y/n could go teach one of the kids to tie, or put together a new bow for a hunter. Maybe Y/n could even sit by the fire and talk with some of her friends as she intricately weaved a basket.

But those were thoughts for later in the day.

There was a short bit of woods the h/c haired woman had to journey through. She had done it so many times though, so it was no longer a problem. Her legs almost had the exact muscle memory down, even. After a few years, Y/n had made her own path to where she knew there was endless breadroot around the riverbank, and orange totsiyaa within a shorter walking distance.

Just above the bank of the river, Y/n kneeled down on the soft soil that had not yet been tainted and frozen by the ever cooling weather under the spruce trees above her. She used an axe to chop the small roots and what not that were tied at the end of the breadroot to the earth below. Y/n put the breadroot she had gathered in the bag she had brought specifically for the vegetable.

The girl stayed collecting breadroot for a decent amount of time. Enough time for the morning dew to dry out. After deciding she had gotten enough breadroot, Y/n stood up, brushing her hands against each other to rub the dirt off after she had finished putting them intricately into her bag, placing them in a certain way so that she could fit the most amount in her bag. Before heading back, Y/n looked around at her surroundings, just out of habit. She turned around, starting to head back to her village.

The Journey back almost seemed longer, but perhaps it was just the wind pushing against her, or the several pounds of breadroot in her leather bag. Walking back through the grassy and shrubbed plains, her tribes' huts came back into view. She walked back to find her mother in their hut, going through various different items and what not before going back to grinding something on a stone slab, probably for the chief and his bad knee that only seemed to be getting worse.

Without turning around, Y/n's mother, Aruka, knew it was her. "My girl, have you seen any breadroot-?" As her mother turned around, Y/n opened the bag to show her the full new stock of breadroot she had gotten. Her parent smiled before taking the bag from her.

"How did you know we were out of breadroot?" Aruka asked her daughter with a skeptical smile.

Y/n got together a smaller bag to prepare to go out again to get more items from the winderness, "You were saying the other day how we were running low," she said as she finally turned around to look at her mother. "We need more orange totsiyaa, right?"

Aruka looked over and grabbed her small wrapped up stash of the orange flower petals. There, indeed, was very little left. "Yes... I do need more..." she muttered, "How did both you and your sister know about orange totsiyaa?"

Y/n laughed softly at her mother's curiosity and skepticism as she stood in the entrance of the hut to leave after she had collected what she needed, "That's because you told us...!"

Her mother hummed before turning away, resuming her task of grinding up the old breadroot on a flat stone with a rock. Y/n once more left the safety of the hut to venture back out into the wilderness. She walked towards the same direction as earlier in the day, but as she came to the forest, she walked along the tree line until she found another, much less abused path she had made more recently.

Updated word count is 1153 words! (◍Ő◡Ő)