The best kind of trophy - Yautja x Reader

Chapter 2: First Encounters

She brushed some wet strands of hair out of her face before gathering enough spunk to open the door.

For another moment she hesitated, some primal sense of self-preservation creeping up on her. She was quick to put that thought aside as she straightened herself, determined not to show any signs of anxiety.

Carnivores tented to pounce when they sensed easy game, and while she decided to stay inconspicuous to not pose a threat of any kind, she also had to establish herself as anything but a target. Anything but prey...

Her first encounter with a rabid wolfdog taught her so much. She still bore the scars of that encounter, faded, yet a constant reminder.

She adjusted her gaze, staring perfectly straight ahead. Her chin not too high as to give the impression of arrogance, yet also not directed downwards as a sign of submission. A position that was neither too protective of her neck, nor taunting by showing it off. A sort of neither hither nor tither that feigned her state of being as rather ambiguous and aloof.

She stepped into the lab before her mind found another reason to delay this encounter. For a brief moment all eyes flew towards her, staring this new intruder down before recognizing her as one of their own and continuing their frantic work.

Everyone but one, everyone but the creature in question.

It had captivated her attention before she even had fully entered the room. It was grand, both in height and width and the muscles were sculpted to such perfection that Greek gods themselves would be envious. Its body seemed overwhelmingly male, yet she didn't allow herself to make that presumption yet.

She briefly skimmed over the silvery armor it wore, covering basically nothing with most of its body being "concealed" by a mesh like fabric that did absolutely zilch to hide its skin. A loincloth-like piece covered what she assumed to be its no-no square and she added to her mental list that it's home planet must have been rather warm. She also noted the strange combination of futuristic and tribal aspects.

Had the circumstances been different she would have called this sort of apparel nothing more than fetish gear.

With how little of its body was left to the imagination she was quick to take in its features.

Its skin seemed tough, but she couldn't tell whether it was scaly or leathery in texture from that distance. But one thing she knew, and that was that it must have been able to masterfully camouflage itself amongst the thicket of any natural landscape. Its skin was mostly a green-brownish shade, with dark umber patches, not unlike spots or large freckles, scattered on its shoulders and outer rims of arms and legs. Its stomach, chest and inner thighs were much lighter in coloration. A sort of creamy colour, or perhaps the colour of a milk-heavy hot chocolate.

She also spotted a fair amount of scars scattered on its skin. Some thin and fair, others ragged and prominent. Most definitely a carnivore, she decided, yet left to speculate about the origin of those scars.

The blonde paused for a second before allowing her gaze to move upwards towards its face. While it's gaze seemed certainly transfixed on her just as much as hers was on it, it had yet to show any signs of hostility towards her, which Max supposed was a good thing and a sign that her decision to deliberately alter her behaviour bore fruit.

Its face was grotesque, so much she could tell as she had a hard time comparing it to anything. It possessed some strange mandibles around its mouth, with sharp teeth hidden between them.

For a split second she felt her inner biology-nerd-fangirl slip out; her eyes slightly widening and teeth biting down on her lower lip, mind racing with wonder about its dental attributes. Crocodilians and their large, sturdy jaws and teeth came to mind first. She assumed the possibility unlikely since the creature's jaw resembled nothing like a crocodiles. Sharks and their multiple rows of blade like teeth came to mind next. "Not unlikely" she thought. Lastly her mind jumped to canine and feline teeth. While not impossible, especially with how little she was able to see of its teeth with several yards of distance between them, Max guessed improbable due to the creatures' reptilian-like skin. And while she didn't want to be a presumptuous little snob and assume the mix of mammalian and reptilian features impossible in an alien creature, for some reason the very notion seemed implausible.