Predator's Goddess (Yautja/Werewolf)

6. Formal meeting

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Hello, my dear cute readers. I've been away for too much time and i'd like to apologise. I know how it feels to start reading something and be left waiting while the story is in hiatus. The waiting does not feel nice. It was not something of my own choosing, life just happened and we all know how naughty and mischievous she can be, no? 

   Anyway, before going on hiatus i have already written many chapters from Predator's Goddess, it just need the tedious editing :))

   I must say reading this published chapters now after almost a year, made me realise a few tiny little mistakes and inconsistencies that i have already fixed. Wonder how i didn't see them at the time. I've added a bit here and there, mostly some description details or inner workings of the characters, but nothing major that needs a re-read if you decide to just continue reading from here.

   The only detail i want to mention here as i feel it's important is: I've discovered with horror that almost made me faint that i made my male leading yautja look like a fucking Christmas tree!!!!

HOW COULD I???  white-red-green-black??? :))) I mean they do usually have 2 colors skin, more only if they are different shades of the same color. So how did i make mine  "white-red-green-black" I Must have been blind and drunk. Now Tha'dqa is more menanching and not so holiday colored as in:

 "On the central front, his skin was dark gray like charcoal, with sides black as night and small specks like scales in shades of bright orange, and bloody red, painting an intricate design like the last ambers of a firework in the night sky." 

That's all for now(still more than 2 colors lol, what can i do? i love colors). Thank you for your patience and i'll let you enjoy this new and fresh chapter.

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   Tha'dqa left his quarters fast; it annoyed him more and more how alluring her smell was, and he could not understand why. He went back to the O'dtaal. His friend had been on Earth many times. Hunting was still the main reason, but as a medic, he liked to study in great detail the prey. Even if his clan did not hunt werewolves too often, O'dtaal had gathered a lot of information about them, together with the ones about oomans and all the other hidden races living on Earth. He should know more about what a werewolf would need. The medic seemed to expect his return when he entered the medical room.

   "Give me a list of the foods she'll be able to consume and assist me with some covers," he said sternly to O'dtaal. The medic nodded and pressed a few keys on his data-com. "Done. I prepared the clothing for her previously; if you had the patience to ask earlier, I would have given it to you. Our ship and planet are both a little too hot for her," he pointed out. "I programmed a thermal net, and ordered a couple of pairs of loincloths and mammary glands concealing tops to be made, as well as sandals," he remarked, beaming.

   "She requires nutrition three times per cycle, water as needed, and far more sleep than we do, at least eight hours per cycle. Also, her wolf will most likely need to go out for a run rather frequently when we get home," he instructed, making Tha'dqa curse.