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Da'tou's Story Da'tou punched the trunk of the thin tree for the sixth time in a row with a furious howl. From being dug into the bark, the skin just where her talons grew from were bleeding. Pressing her big head onto it’s torn up surface. All this time, ever since the assassins first came three months ago, it was all Mayara's doing. He was the person sending them after her. Why? Was he doing it for the money or for some reason of hating her? "Da'tou?" questioned a voice from behind. Angrily, she spun around to the person not in the mood for any human company yelling. "What!?" Gr'it-in's gray mask stared back at her, "I heard you howling, are you alright?" She hissed, looking to her bleeding and bruised knuckles then balled them into fists ignoring the stinging pain. "Nothing really, just some family problems." He walked to her examining the wounds, turning her hands around seeing the cuts on her palms where her talons dug into them last night. "Do you always hurt yourself like this when family problems bother you?" Yanking her hands away at the remark and lowered her head trying to hide how disturbed she really was. "I just . . ." Looking back to him, "Is this the only reason why you came here?" "No." Pausing for a moment, "I came here to tell you I'm leaving." Now surprised and confused, "What?" She asked. Did he really say he was leaving, just when she needed him the most? He repeated, "I am leaving, but not for long though. I am only leaving to meet with my people, they're stopping by to pick me up and I will bring them back to meet you and for you to meet them." Gently laying his right hand on her left shoulder, "Da'tou, I want you to come back with me." Lowering her head again looking to his muscle lined stomach. He really was leaving, and of all this time to leave he had to do it now. Her hands encased around the other squeezing. Why? Why was all this happening to her? Laying a hand on her neck, "Da'tou?" Questioned his soft voice, "What's wrong?" She collapsed to her knees. Was this some sort of punishment? Gr'it-in knelt on one knee, "I will be back in a few days." "No." Shaking her head, "It's, It's not that . . . well, it is but . . . " Cupping her hands over her face then ran them up her head in a deep growl feeling frustrated more then ever. Looking to the ground and asked, "Have you ever trusted another, a human?" He hissed in surprise then laughed slightly replying, "No, of course not." "Other then me," Placing her palms onto the moist ground, "Have you heard of other Yautja trusting humans?" "No," He said again, "You are the first I have known to trust humans. Why do you ask?" "Because," Digging her talons into the dirt as the memory of Mayara conversing over her demise filled her head, "I am being betrayed by them." Snorting and said, "That is one of many reasons why the Yautja does not trust them, why they are hunted for sport and food." She heard a click then a loud wispy hiss followed by a suction sound, looking up and was surprised when she saw he had removed his mask. Noting the black birth marks dotting across his large oval head and the short, soft spikes running along the edges, his face covered with small scars. He leaned down to her then stop inches from her face, his red eyes showed hesitation then leaned even further until their mandibles touched. Da'tou hissed pleasurably, closing her eyes as he stroked his left upper tusk across her mandible, the continuos stroking sent a tingly feeling down her spine making her shiver.
Comment  View more of Saera's drawings here.Laying her left hand across his face moving it to the side slightly and instinctively began to stroke her upper tusk across his mandible. A clicking sound emerged from the deepness of Gr'it-in's throat then gently pushed her back to the ground. Da'tou smiled and giggled from his big hand lightly running down her side removing her shirt and then her shorts which were quickly followed by him removing most of his armor. After Gr'it-in removed most of his armor to where he felt comfortable and Da'tou was entirely naked then slid between her legs and carefully placed himself inside her. Da'tou hissed of the new pain that made her close her eyes and dig her talons into his back. "This will not last long," He said. "Do you still want to do this?" Da'tou nodded her head and hissed again when he went further in, holding him tightly as her talons raked down his back making Gr'it-in gasp. Seconds later Gr'it-in was hugging his massive body to hers slowly moving in and out in grunts and moans. At first she stayed still, unaware of what to do next but soon found herself moaning enjoying the feeling of what he was doing and began moving against his momentum. Gr'it-in let out a piercing howl and began moving faster and harder. Minutes later the two went through a series of shivers howling loudly then stopped. Gr'it-in collapsed on top of her, already wreaking of sweat and musk. Da'tou closed her eyes, her heart still pounding away then realized, the feeling of the hole in her stomach, the emptiness was gone. She felt whole, complete . . . happy, in fact she never felt this happy and wanted before. Feeling Gr'it-in's sweaty self push himself off her then heard him grab something hollow and heavy, opening her eyes seeing he had dawned his mask. "The air," He said through heavy breaths sitting down, "I can't breathe it very long, it burns my lungs." Slowly, making gasping sounds keeping her mandible shut, she too sat up. "Gr'it-in." She asked, "How old are you?" "One hundred and twenty," He simply replied then looked up and around, "It is almost nightfall." Looking back down to her, "I am already going to be late in meeting them." Reaching around and instead of grabbing his armor grabbed her shirt and shorts handing the clothes to her. Da'tou took her clothes from him and had them back on just as Gr'it-in started strapping his armor back on. She decided on helping him strap it back on but with the simpler pieces then they both stood to their feet. Gr'it-in looked down to her. "I will be back in two days time." Then he turned around and walked into the jungle. She watched him until he walked out of sight then turned the other direction heading back to East Xingasa. She stayed walking down the thin trail only halfway home until a strange cologne caught her keen scent, it wasn't a cologne she smelt before. Deciding to follow the invisible trail that lead her into the jungle walking wherever it turned the strongest, stepping over a rotted log and walked around a large tree thicker then she coming to a slope looking down and was surprised when she saw a human form standing in the clearing below. The sight of the stranger made her spin around hiding behind the tree then carefully peered her head around looking back. The person was tall for a human. A man looking to be in his 40's that was around the height of 6 foot four or so that was lanky, like he had more bones then muscle and was just standing around in boots, khaki shorts and a button up T-shirt tucked into the shorts. His shoulder blade length Burnett hair pulled back into a ponytail. A large metal suitcase sat beside his legs, it looked as if he was waiting for someone. He kicked the ground speaking loudly in a thick English accent, the tone displaying he was angered. Her attention then diverted to another form moving at the corner of her eye, it was Mayara. This didn't surprise her, not after what she heard back at the house. The stranger began to bicker as Mayara made his way to him. "Well it's about time." The stranger said in a poor Arawakan accent. "I hadn't any idea how much longer I could stay waiting out here in this god forsaken heat especially with all the wild animals out here and that howling I just heard. I'm sure you also heard it." "Yes," Replied Mayara. "That howling was them." "Oh?" The stranger said in surprise. Da'tou narrowed her eyes, was this the man that was sent by the person Mayara was talking to? "I wonder what could have made them howl like that?" He continued. Mayara crossed his arms looking angered, dressed in a pair of dirty and torn jean shorts and T-shirt wearing sandals. "I dread to imagine." She moved her mandibles in a way to where they frowned, he may have wanted her dead but he still knew her inside and out. "Did Mac inform you of the new situation?" Asked Mayara. The stranger sighed, "Yes, he told me about the male." "Can you still finish the job?" "Of course," The stranger cheerfully replied, reaching down lifting the suitcase by its handle and lifted it front of him patting its side. "I brought my baby with me. This old girl can take down an elephant 50 feet away with a single shot to the head." "Good." The two continued their conversation until Da'tou jumped back, startled from a big anaconda's head touching her hand. Her sudden noise making and movement made them both spin around to her. She turned to them. Mayara spun sideways to the man yelling, "That's her!" Quickly and carefully the stranger lowered the suitcase back to the ground reaching his right hand around his ankle to his boot pulling out a knife then lifted it to head level and threw it. Da'tou's eyes widened, turning around running from her right feeling the wind of the thrown knife fly by her head and dashed into the thick foliage of the big jungle. Copyright © 2003-2005, Blackdawn. |