Predator and Prey: Amara

Vata

Summary:

Yautja Words and Language, courtesy of: http://avp.wikia.com/wiki/Yautja_language" - AVP Wikia

My made-up word "Yautjanoid" is similar to our word for "Humanoid"

I've joined the others, we hunt on our own and regroup later. Coming back with our trophies. I have just the one, one of the bad bloods, outcasts who choose not to follow our rules. We come here for the hunt, to be bloodied, and they come here to hunt prey, and us also.

My first kill should have been her, but she wasn't worthy of the kill. A Yautjanoid, similar to us but inferior in so many ways. I'd seen many species of all types, but this one is the most intriguing.

My father brought back images and recordings of them when he returned from his hunts. The females of their kind are the most appealing creatures I've ever seen.

They're not like our females, powerful, aggressive warriors. They're weak, submissive to their males, and compassionate. I hate myself for it, but I find these traits engaging.

I didn't mean to frighten her, but her wails gave away my position to the bad bloods. A snarl in warning to shut her up put her into a state of slumber. A few of her clan came to her rescue. I could have ended them. Instead, I chose to disappear from their line of sight.

It didn't take long for one of the bad bloods to show, and he followed them back to their camp. I followed in his wake and claimed his head as my prize when he attacked her.

The others fled, leaving the two. They appear to be mated, as she sought protection from him when I killed the bad blood. He was also one of the males to come for her when her screams alerted them to her plight.

I care not for their arrangement. When I want her, I'll take her as mine.

"Have some." It's Naidka, offering me a drink. Sniffing the contents, I decline by returning it back to her. "Gkau brought it with him." She adds.

"We're here to hunt, not celebrate."

She'd brought back two yautjanoids, and had just finished removing their protective skin. I was relieved to find that my yautjanoid wasn't one of the dead. The others had the bodies of other creatures that were brought here.

"I desire your closeness." She whispers, her arm encircling my neck.

We'd completed our training and had just a few more moon cycles before we're bloodied. And they're risking it all on C'ntlip. A drink that dulls the senses and pleasures the body.

"Esaar, would be better company than I," I state, watching him, watch her with me.

Pushing me away from her, she's angry at my rejection. Her blade at the ready, I go for mine. "Naidka, come!" It's Esaar, summoning her to him.

I receive another angry flare of her mandibles and a hiss before she joins him. Leaving the camp together, they go off into the night.

Naidka and I weren't mated, but we had a few pleasurable diversions during our training. She holds no sway over my body anymore. Another has taken her place.

I cannot breed the yautjanoid, and I do not wish to do so. But I do desire to claim her, to have her submit to me.

And I will.

Parting ways with my people, I went back to where I'd left her, and she was gone. She was safe here. I'd brought some of the meat from the kills and some of the c'ntlip.

It's easy to locate them, as they seem not to understand that they're being hunted. They've found water and are making as much noise as they can. I'm watching from my vantage point, high in the trees.

Concealed, they don't see me. I watch as they interact with each other. I record their voices. He calls her Amara, and they've found two of their clan members.

Disrobing, she's pulled into the water by two of the males. Her face registers surprise when her body makes contact with the water before there's amusement in her eyes.

Her mate keeps a watch over them while they move about in the water, as if in sport. My study of them is complete. I come upon them stealthily, only showing myself once I'm within a few feet of them.

The mate's quick to draw his weapon, but I'm quicker. Twisting his wrist, he's knocked backward through the air.

The two in the water are instantly neutralized at the sight of me, with Amara appraising me before coming back to land.

"It's okay, he's safe." She says to the ones in the water.

"How? I'm good right here after what he just did to him."

Going to her mate, she returns his weapon to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"I drew my gun on him."

"Maybe you shouldn't have done that."

"Ya think?"

Leaving him, she comes to me. Masked, I let her inspect me. Her eyes stray to my tendrils, arms, torso, and then lower. To which she visibly becomes unsettled.

Removing my mask, I observe her reactions to my features. There isn't much fear this time. I let her come close, and with a tremulous hand, I tolerate her examination of my body.

Her small hands run the length of my arms and chest, stopping abruptly when they reach my lower covering.

"Amara!"

It's her mate, seemingly alarmed at her actions.