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pyode-luar-ke · 2 years

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storm season | yautja fanfic

A/N: not me making a predator side blog 🙈 anyways, here’s a short story with a couple yautja ocs i have.

summary: she finds it harder to deal. then everything changes.

word count: 1,713

content: angst, infertility, child loss (stillbirth, miscarriage, SIDS), grief, implied smut, mating season, heats/ruts, mentioned pregnancy, implied childbirth, unrequited love (😳?), happy ending

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It’s become more and more difficult to ignore the pain. She used to be able to get over it, to continue as she is meant to. Yautja do not spend their lives wallowing over loss. They cannot be rendered stagnant because of death. They are not a species that grieves.

But the ache lingers after each unfruitful pregnancy. With every stillborn she is forced to burn upon a funerary pyre, the more the ache grows. She can no longer ignore the ashes of her lost pups. It haunts her like bhu’ja on Chiva n’ithya.

Paya will sometimes grant her a breathing pup— Nan’ku. She will treasure it. She will pour everything she has into it. She will be happy.

And in a devastating blow, Paya will be cruel and invite The Black Hunter to take her pup away.

Three times she has awoken to a lifeless pup in a nest. Three times The Black Hunter has invaded her home and stripped her of her blood. She is left cold each time. She burns more fires. She digs more graves. The pain festers.

Sometimes, when she is swallowed within herself, she wonders what she’s done to lose Paya’s blessing. She wonders why it must be her pups.

To spare herself, she hunts— Fast, hard, unforgiving. She takes trophy after trophy, mounts more and more th’syra on her walls until they overflow. Her weapons drip blood for days. It does nothing to distract her from the pain.

Occasionally, she hunts reckless and wild— blinded by the pain. She hunts until she is almost killed, until she nearly meets The Black Hunter herself. Paya is not as indifferent to her as she thinks. She survives every time. The pain does not leave.

Mating season comes again. It has not been welcome for decades.

Being as old as she is, her heat has become more tolerable over the years. It no longer controls her as it once did, when she was younger and more inclined to indulge. Thankfully.

However, there is always a male. This time, it is a dewy-eyed, dusky one with tresses gray like storm clouds— Older, most likely an Elite. He pursues her for months, delivers her th’syra and bests every other male that dares approach her. His tenacity impresses her, but it’s for naught.

He must not know her reputation. There were only two that challenged him: Youngbloods that didn’t know any better.

When he finally accosts her, she fights like she always had— All claws and fang, growling and bellowing, and ravaging. Making his rut as difficult as possible. It is in her blood to resist, to meet his challenge, to test to see if he is worthy of siring her pup.

The male proves himself. He may be two noks shorter than she is, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in the strength of his burly arms and legs. He manages to pin her, to bade her to submit. She does. He ruts her, his dia-shui is sweet.

He roars when he spills his seed, and she whickers. The male above her dismounts and collects himself. Wetness drips from her core. They do not speak. Outside her yurt, the sky is dark— than-guan. When she looks at him, the dusky male looks like halkrath, but his tresses glow like the luar-ke.

“You’ve wasted your time, male. My womb will bear you no pup.” She snarls, bitter, and the liquid heat of his spend between her legs reminds her of the pain, “Be it by miscarriage or pyode thei-de.”

The male hums, mandibles clicking together as he dons his awu’asa. When he finishes, he holds his syra’yte awu’asa in his paws. He doesn’t put it on. She meets his dewy, liquid gold gaze. His pupils are black holes.

“Every pup I’ve sired has passed before their Chiva. I have checked.” He clicks, stormy tresses fall over his shoulder when he tilts his head. He wears silver bands around them. They remind her of rain drops.

“They meet Cetanu and yet you still try?” She knows calling him by his name draws his attention but she doesn’t care. She’s been trying to lure him for years. All she wants are answers.

“It’s all I can do, female.” He replies simply, and places his syra’yte awu’asa over his face. Vaguely, she doesn’t like how the cold black visor hides his molten eyes.

“What is your name?” She asks the dusky warrior as he’s about to leave her abode for good. He pauses in the doorway, regards her with clicking of his mandibles.

“I am called Rath’ju-dha.” He replies, respectfully dipping his head and pounding a fist against his chest. She preens. Males worship females. Then he makes a mistake and asks, “And you?”

She debates beating him over the head, but withholds. Her bed of furs is soft and tempts sleep. She also does not wish to bleed upon her nest.

“Ni’ja. Do not be presumptuous.” The male doesn’t heed her threat and only clicks in mirth. And then he leaves, vanishing into the halkrath. She stares at the empty threshold. They will never meet again.

Pregnancy results from her mating. Every day of gestation she expects to lose it, to feel the pains in her womb that signal expulsion. When she reaches childbed, the pup emerges bloody and wailing. She braces. She does not sleep through the night. She anticipates a cold nest.

The pup lives past the point in which his other siblings had not. She watches as he grows big and curious. His favorite activity is digging. He has his sire’s eyes: Dewy gold. Healthy. The pain isn’t as strong anymore.

“Pup.” She scolds, beckoning Nan’kuare back to her side. He jolts up from where he digs in the underbrush, rushing to her on too-small legs that can only carry him so fast. She tugs on his pitch black tresses and he whines, clicking and whickering.

“Do not wander from me." Ni'ja scolds, turning her attention back to the th'syra she is polishing. Nan'kuare babbles something that she can't even begin to comprehend. His grasp on language is quite slim.

Nan’kuare plays at her feet, digging holes around her as if he wishes to trap her. The entire time, he clicks and whickers and says words vaguely. Ni’ja knows it’s all gibberish, but she never wants him to stop.

Hours pass, and Ni’ja has cleaned all her th’syra. Nan’kuare has stopped playing hours ago and dozes on her lap. She looks down, and he has slumped against her midriff. The weight of his tiny body is warm.

“Pup.” She says, and her son blinks awake. He looks up at her, bleary-eyed, and chitters. Ni’ja stands, hoisting Nan’kuare onto her hip.

“It is time to eat.” She says, and Nan’kuare trills happily, mandibles clicking in excitement. Aside from digging, his other favorite activity is eating. Ni’ja gives him small cuts of meat and berries squashed into a mush. Nan’kuare whines for more.

Ni’ja finds herself once again astounded by such a small thing’s appetite. She, of course, relents. He eats every bite.

The next mating season rolls around. Ni’ja doesn’t feel her heat, not while she has such a small pup to care for.

However, there is always a male. Usually, they know better. It is unwise for a male to pursue a female with a pup. The female will tear him limb from limb.

However, the dewy-eyed, dusky warrior does not seem to care. Ni’ja can recognize his cloudy tresses and lava eyes from a mile away. His scent carries on the wind.

“Insolent male!” She roars at him when he turns up at the door of her yurt. He has the gall to chitter at her— Bemused and not apologetic in the slightest. Ni’ja is infuriated.

“I have come to meet my pup.” He replies simply, parrying a swipe from Ni’ja’s claws. She snarls, straightening to her full height that has intimidated Yautja before. The male does not keel.

“Rath’ju-dha.” Ni’ja growls, crossing her arms over her chest. In her yurt behind her, Nan’kuare is eating berries. He has never really paid mind to guests anyhow.

“Ni’ja.” Rath’ju-dha says, dipping his head and pounding a fist on his chest. She preens at the respect, again. Nan’kuare looks up at the sound of his mother’s name on a male’s tongue.

Ni’ja allows Rath’ju-dha in.

True to his word, he wanted to confirm that Nan’kuare is the pup he sired. Side by side, Ni’ja internally concedes that they have the same eyes, as well as similar coloring. She will never confess that seeing Rath’ju-dha in her pup’s eyes brings her warmth.

Nan’kuare doesn’t quite understand Rath’ju-dha’s presence, so he hisses at the foreign male. Ni’ja chitters in amusement. Her pup swats at Rath’ju-dha when he attempts to approach him. Good pup.

It does not phase the male. He only shakes his luar-ke tresses and clicks at the tiny thing. His golden eyes are bright. He is happy.

“How does he fare? Is he strong?” Rath’ju-dha asks as he takes his leave, standing in the doorway like he did all those years ago. Only this time, the sun illuminates him like a beacon to the homeland.

“Of course, male. Nan’kuare is strong.” Ni’ja snorts, offended. How dare this male question her pup’s fortitude. She crosses her arms over her chest. Nan’kuare plays at her feet, tiny paws grasping at her ankles. He whickers incoherently.

“He brings me yin’tekai.” Rath’ju-dha murmurs, and dips his head again whole holding his fist directly above his heart. Ni’ja is taken aback by his dignity. She is pleased with his reverence to her.

Ni’ja also agrees. Nan’kuare brings her honor as well.

“N’dhi-ja.” Rath’ju-dha leaves when Ni’ja gestures for him to go. His molten eyes catch Nan’kuare again. Then the male turns on his heel, stormy tresses swinging, and Ni’ja watches him leave her yurt.

He disappears over the horizon, in the blurry haze of the jungle’s mirage. Ni’ja wishes his lightning eyes, thunder tresses, and rain drop silvers well. They will never meet again.

Ni’ja glances down at her pup, and Nan’kuare looks up at her. His dewy, golden eyes stare wide-eyed into hers. His pupils are black holes.

She forgets the pain.

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yautja translations

awu’asa → armor

bhu’ja → ghost/s (also spirit/soul)

Cetanu → The Black Hunter, Yautja god of death

Chiva → the trial of which a Youngblood Yautja is Blooded should they succeed in killing a kiande amedha (Xenomorph)

dia-shui → musk, specifically that of a male

halkrath → shadow

pyode thei-de → literally soft death, collective term for crib death (SIDS) and stillbirth

luar-ke → moon

nan’ku → alive

n’dhi-ja → goodbye/farewell

n’ithya → land (also ground/earth/dirt)

nok/s → unit of measurement (approx. 13 inches)

Paya → Yautja creation goddess

syra’yte awu’asa → literally head armor, term for bio mask

than-guan → midnight

th’syra → skull/s

yin’tekai → honor

#predator #the predator #yautja #yautja fanfic #yautja x yautja #yautja oc #predator oc #avp #aliens vs predator

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pink-green-guts · 10 months

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Another yautja oc of mine, Archie! :D

His yautja name is Za'dto and Archie is his human name. He is a youngblood(around 16 for us). His favorite weapon is the bow. Yes youngbloods would get their hair cut short to show their age, but his dreadlocks are long (which is an admired trait with yautjas) so it wouldn't good in the long run when they grow back. Me trying to make an excuse to keep his hair long

He is also short for his age: while other yautja his age are 6 feet and maybe taller, he's 5'5 (or 165 cm).

Archie also lived with humans for a couple of years. He got his green sweater from his human mom :D Also he loves frogs

Current newest drawing I have of him v

this is an old drawing, but it's him with his sweater v

Older drawings(yes they're bad, I know), but they show him more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I seriously need to draw him more because people loved him a lot on my deleted account and he's just my banana yautja

#yautja #yautja oc #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #alien vs predator #avp #predator franchise #banana yautja #oc stuff #my oc art #oc art #Xyro's art

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predatorsmp · 3 years

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who are these two bad boys? Meet… Vorlōk and Aqu’lu, cousins but treats eachother like siblings and also teammates! Along with there half cousin, Crimzon. These two are almost polar opposite. I will go into there character depht more in the future heheh!

#predator #art #yautja #youngblood yautja #sketch #digital art #digital sketch #Predator franchies #red Mofos #ocs #yautja oc #predator oc

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wthtorke · 4 years

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Roommates.

"Why do you have to be angry all the time like, we're roommates, we could lay down together, hug and maybe even kiss but you literally choose to be like that, Jesus Christ"

"You're a damn human, this is a disgrace", the youngblood paced back and forth, fists balled in anger and confusion.

"The way you're acting right now is a disgrace dude, most of y'all are getting human roommates to 'stimulate friendships', which is a nice way to say they want us to fuck.", the human said, checking their nails absentmindedly, "And you got paired up with me."

"I'd rather go through my Chiva again."

"Ouch, I have no idea what that's supposed to mean but boohoo, you're an ass."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yeah yeah, I don't wanna hear crap when I find someone else then."

The youngblood rolled his eyes, what a time to be alive, during the fucking human peace treaty.

The days went by as normally as they could, he trained, sparred, got drunk once in a while, noticed a different human every day, and went back to his room, to deal with his own human.

Just as the door opened with a hiss, he was met with a rather unusual sight. Instead of being awake, alert, and ready to 'roast' him on sight, his human was dead asleep on their bunk, on their side of the room, strange. The human didn't have a fixed job, from what he understood, the human helped whatever section of the ship needed assistance, from cooking and cleaning to ship inspection, 'maybe today was a particularly difficult day', he thought as he took his light armor off piece by piece, careful not to wake up his 'roommate'.

"Mnhn…"

Which apparently wasn't enough, he sighed.

Drowsy looking, the human slowly turned around, rubbing one of their eyes, taking a deep breath as they slowly came back to their senses, recognizing the youngblood across the room.

"Oh hey-, damn what time is it?", the human yawned, looking for the closest watch around, summoning one from under their pillow, "Wow, you're early, and not bleeding! what a miracle", they chuckled, head flopping back to the pillow.

"Didn't go to the bar today", he mumbled, not sure why.

"That's nice, I was there all day today, witnessed some nasty fights", they replied, shifting to get more comfortable, if 'comfortable' was possible regarding their bunk quality.

He huffed, not indulging conversation.

And the human seemed to get it,

"Okay, okay", they said turning over, their backs to the youngblood while they faced the metal wall, "Goodnight princess."

The youngblood growled, throwing one of the human's own boots at them, laying back after being satisfied with the 'ow' he heard.

Hours and hours passed with the same intensity as long years for the youngblood, he simply couldn't fall asleep, something bothering his being down to the core.

Stealing yet another glance at his roommate, he mulled over again.

Rut season wasn't far, this had all been planned with much care, he could tell. Every single youngblood that one day declared they were okay enough with humans not to kill them on sight was given a human roommate and not just any roommate.

He was sure they had been tested somehow, maybe the teachers had their temperaments, tastes and customs passed to someone else, who played this matchup game, it was ridiculous.

But it was working.

The youngblood sighed, hand clenching and unclenching as he thought, did he want to engage in something with this human? What if he didn't? What if he did?

Rut season would surely change everything if he didn't claim his roommate, someone else would, someone who's match didn't work, someone who rejected humans at first but now changed their minds, it could be anyone.

The first thing he had to decide was: Would he be okay with seeing someone else laying claim on them? Did that make them angry? How would they react to-

"I can hear you thinking from here man, what's going on?", the human whined, turning around to face them again, hoodie over their heads as their eyes squinted, either from sleep or trying to see him in the dark, probably both.

The youngblood forced himself to remain calm, even if he knew the human couldn't see them as well in the dark.

"Are you okay?", they asked with genuine care, setting themselves up on their elbows, trying to have a closer look at him.

"I'm fine." He grunted, deciding whether or not to end his doubts.

"Are you sure? You don't sound-".

"When you said we could do those things together, what did you mean, exactly?", he interrupted, staring at the human's face, studying them.

"Those things? What thi-, Oh! The uh, roommate things… Well, I meant what I said, I mean, you're smart, you know why they put me with you specifically, I just-, didn't see why we should beat around the bush about it, it's always uh, straight to the point with you people so...I shoot my shot, y'know?".

The youngblood digested their answer and decided it was...valid.

"But I didn't mean for it to come out that crude", they said, rubbing the back of their neck. "I was just really nervous, I mean, we had been sharing the room for almost a week then and you hadn't warmed up to me yet, not even to like...I don't know, not even the basic stuff."

"What I meant is that we could get to know each other if you wanted to. Not that I'm going back on the sleeping together offer, that's definitely still up", they chuckled, mostly to hide the anxiety they were feeling.

"Hm...Okay.",He said simply, getting up.

"Okay what? What's okay?", the panic was evident now, ha.

"You wanted to sleep together, so move", he said as he crossed his arms, waiting for his space on the human's bunk.

"Are you really-"

"I'm going to change my mind if you take any longer."

"Jesus-", they muttered, moving as fast as the tangled blanket around their legs would, sitting up on the bed, the youngblood sitting next to them.

"How are we doing this? The bunk is small as fuck!".

The youngblood sighed, "It's simple, I'm going to lay down and you lay on top of me."

"Ohhh...yeah that sounds great to me."

"I bet it does", he huffed, laying back and all but pulling the human with him, who landed face-first onto his chest, not that they were complaining.

#its 5 am lmao somebody stop me #yautja oc #yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja #human/yautja #the predator #headcanon #youngblood #alien relationship #alien vs predator

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roguemonsterfucker · 2 years

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Hi I would like some help for my Yautja oc's! My forst oc is named Liebe, she is an youngblood exile from her clan, because she prefers to led her prays leve and study them, because of to many fail hunts, she decided to leave her planet and go to planet to planet so she can study the dominant species, but some times she is found by some other Yautjas, so she migrates too many time, never finding a permanent home, until she crashes on earth and is welcome by a human family (part 1)

(part 2 about Yautja oc's) my second oc is named Retter and is the older broter of Liebe, he did accepted the norms of his planet and now is a guard, but he decided to join the hunters so he could find he's lost sister and try to convince her to complete and join the Yautjas hunters, until he finds her on earth

Your OCs sound really interesting! You're working with some really good concepts. I don't really know how I can help. Did you have a question?

#yautja

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crispy-ghee · 4 years

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3 of Cousin’s other children: Little Knife, Little Flame, and Naniandi. (aka, the last of the group of Cousin’s kids that I’ll draw because he has like 50 or something and I’m not designing all of them, I’m sorry. Feel free to pretend that your OC is Cousin’s kid, it’ll probably work out.)

Little Knife: Cousin's youngest son and the last he had with Fury before she died. A cocky little shit sometimes, but with good reason. While smaller than all his sibs, his agility and stealth made him an asset to hunting parties. His relationship w/ Jagged-Tooth sucks. He and Kal'thnde are very close, tho, as Cousin was already aging and too busy chaperoning youngbloods to pay him as much attention as he should've, Kal and his sisters more or less raised him and got between him and Jagged-Tooth often.

Lauded for his nimbleness and his lightning speed while maintaining near-silence, he has become an asset in his hunting party. His abilities also make him sought after for off-world reconnaissance, where he travels to planets to review and evaluate their suitability for hunting.

Little Knife is one of the 20 or so Yautja who join Cousin to form the Yautja Faction, against the orders of the Elder Council. 12 of his brothers also form the team, including Jagged-Tooth and Kal’thnde.

Little Flame: Celebrated Huntress, Several times Champion of inter-tribal games and so coveted and beloved beyond her own clan. Aggressive, abrasive, but loyal, like her father in his youth. Little Flame is close to Kal and Little Knife, and was one of Cousin's children that fought against Jagged-Tooth's bad attitude--ballsy, as he's biotic. She and the eldest brother never really learned to get along, but there is begrudging respect for each others achievements.

Little Flame basically saved her father's life when at one point she heard whispers that some elders were speaking of sending Enforcers or some other group of Hunters to go after Cousin and his Renegades. She sent him warnings, and killed most of the would-be trackers herself.

Naniandi: Cousin's eldest Daughter. Sometimes called Furious Patience, a play on her mother's name (Patient Fury), since she's so much like her. One of the tribe matriarchs, and often invited alongside the tribe's elders to speak diplomacy with other clans when needed. Naniandi is the closest Jagged-Tooth is to any of his family, maybe having to do w/ how much like his mother she is, even though she is a century or so younger than him. She's basically all around respected by everyone in Cousin's family, as well as their overall clan

It's Naniandi's influence and hard work that made it possible for Cousin and the remainder of the Yautja faction to return to Homeworld after they'd disgraced themselves to go fight alongside Shepard. She ultimately convinced the elders to reinstate honor and title to her father.

Yautja joke (but only a little) about wishing to birth armies. Compared to others his age, Cousin only has a moderate amount of offspring, but those that survived into his old age came out fierce, capable, and loyal to their family. It's thanks to them he could be with Shepard.

#yautja #predator #the predator #mass effect/predator au #mass effect #art #sketch #naniandi #cousin #jagged-tooth #little flame #little knife #kal'thnde

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vampylovesaliens · 2 years

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boreddd

pls throw some asks if you like, my OCs are:

Dre'vik-kha: clan matriarch

Rok'aan: youngblood under Dre's tutelage

Epi'ta-kha: youngblood under Dre's tutelage, twin sister of Rok

Kray-ekh'a: youngblood, son of Dre'vik-kha

T'chendris-hlau (Frost): clanless, mercenary/bounty hunter with psychokinetic ability

Rook: predalien abomination, companion of Frost

N'ko-raath: cheetahman yautja, background WIP

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destrozcs · 5 years

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🖊 + Pornstar

Send me a “🖊 + an OC“ and I will talk about that OC!

Pornstar is my youngblood Yautja OC, who is a fairly new addition to my ever-expanding muse space. He gets his moniker from his human “friend”, Jetti, who gave him that name in reference to his overtly sexually charged, misogynistic nature... but he believes that she’s complimenting him by implying that he has a massive cock and impressive stamina – which she has no way of knowing because they haven’t actually been sexually intimate with each other.

For all his over-inflated ego that comes with his youth, which may appear to be him overestimating himself, he is quite a skilled hunter already – he just needs to prove himself by killing a Xenomorph, which is easier said than done. He’s quite small for his species, but that makes him fast and agile to a greater degree than usual, giving him a slight advantage over bulkier members of his species.

#[ meme response ]#♔;; behind the mask [ ooc ]#anonymous

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wthtorke · 4 years

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How above and beyond do your oc's go for holidays? Specifically, Valentine's day. 👀

👀👀👀👀👀

Jenny is particularly nervous around Valentine's day,her past experiences with it weren't so great but she will try to push it aside for her lover, come up with a heartfelt gift,something that connects with their story,how they met,maybe something they like doing together and such,would drop all of her work to stay with them.

Eofer would plan ahead and make sure she had the day off on Valentine's day, Eofer might be emotionally constipated sometimes (much like Dak'hir) but she would honestly try to make everything go perfectly according to her plan, maybe a movie at home or just stay together and relax, shes fine with gift giving but doesnt mind not getting anything back,being glad to have her lovers company.

(Assuming my yautjas know about Valentine's day and its traditions:)

I'mara would love to spend the day with his lover,be it stargazing or just laying around on their bed or even eating out somewhere,as long as he got to have some private time with them later-, would be content with anything they felt like giving him,but he would also put in effort to get a nice gift for his lover,matching something,be it jewelry or matching daggers, depending on what they're into.

Dak'hir would struggle to put his feelings out there clearly but would do everything in his power to have a whole day unbothered with his lover,would love go stay home and just have his lover in his arms,comfortable and happy,but would go out if that was their wish, would also put a lot of thought into the gift as well.

Dha'ra would probably paint or sculpt something that represents his and his lovers relationship, choosing to stay home and just have his lover to himself. Dha'ra might not look the romantic type but surely does purr whenever he's laying with his lover on their shared bed, spending hours just relaxing and holding his other half close, running his fingers in patterns around their skin,listening to whatever they want to tell him.

Mae'nat's Valentine's day would feel like you're getting courted all over again,she'd show off and flirt like it was the first time, telling her lover how this date would only be a reminder of her undying passion for her lover. Mae'nat would gladly present her lover with whatever they desired,be it a simple necklace or a heavy sword with skulls in it, just say it,she will get it.

Kha'dra would show his lover off,walking around looking and feeling the best,because he knows he's got the best mate around,making other youngbloods bite their tongues in jealousy while he strolls around with his mate by his side. Very much jealous himself, Kha'dra would spend the day proving to his lover just how much he appreciates them and of course just how great of a mate he is himself.

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