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U'sl-kwe	By : prairiefire Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
Three: Shelter
Pa�dax
continued to look over the little thing in front of her. It shivered
from fright and she could smell its soiling cloth from where she was.
A few moments after Te�var�zan left it shifted and looked at
her. Its eyes were large compared to its face and there was nothing
but fear in them as it looked up at her quickly before ducking its
head.
No,
Pa�dax chided herself mentally. It is female, a she. Te�var�zan
would never have brought a male back. Pa�dax reached for the pup
before she could bolt and bring a beating down on both of them. She
cringed lower to the ground if that were possible and let out a tiny
whimper. The sound was so pathetic Pa�dax reflexively scooped her
up to comfort her. As she held the pup to her chest, she purred
trying to reassure the little bundle now safely in her arms.
There was
little else to do now, other than get the pup cleaned up. Carrying
her bundled to her chest Pa�dax started back to her prison. A
small creek near the entrance afforded a place for the slaves to bath
in on the rare occasions they were allowed out of the caves and
Pa�dax used that to clean the pup up. She didn�t make a noise as
her clothing was stripped off and tossed aside. She did, however,
squeal loudly when she was dunked in the cool water, attracting the
attention of the warrior guards standing at the cave�s entrance.
One of
the warriors came over to investigate. Noting he was near the omega
status of the pack Pa�dax ignored him. He watched impassively as
she scrubbed the pup down with the coarse sand, until he grew bored
and returned to the cave entrance.
The pup
had become filthy since her ooman mother had last bathed her.
Dried blood that encrusted her legs coloured the water as it was
washed off. The stringy hair formed tight tangles, Pa�dax expertly
used her talons to either pull or slice them apart. Thus cleaned,
Pa�dax pulled her charge out of the water.
Discarding
the ooman clothes where they lay, Pa�dax carried the naked
and trembling pup into the caves. She was still frightened of Pa�dax
but as they passed other yautja she would cringe into Pa�dax�s
bosom. Her infantile behaviour and tiny size could not help but pull
at the bond that had been so recently severed with Pa�dax�s own
newborn.
The
quarters housing the female yautja slaves were at the very back of
the cave system, ostensibly to prevent any attempt at escape while
there was little more than a sentry on duty at the cave mouth.
Similar rooms also ran along the back tunnels, these rooms being the
only ones with solid doors and heavy locks. It was into this room
that Pa�dax carried her new pup. The few females who had not
already been summoned to the workshop looked over at her, curiosity
peaking their interest.
One of
the females, by the name of Py�ur, walked over to Pa�dax to see
exactly what she was holding. Growling a warning Pa�dax let her
bond sister near, reminding her to remain respectful of the pup and
what she would do if any harm came to her.
�What
is that s�yuit-de up to now,� Py�ur growled. �Why
bring an ooman pup here?�
Pa�dax
looked down at Phoenix who was trying her hardest to make herself
invisible in front of the large alien. �I have my suspicions
sister, and I hope I am incorrect.�
Another
female that had been tending to the meagre bedding in the cell walked
over to the small group. �You believe the males will use this
female as they use us?�
Pa�dax
had been the only one to see the female oomans unloaded from
the ship. Her sisters here had not been told of how many alien
females passed through the caves, only to be used and killed when
they had served their purpose. �I do not believe that the males
wish to breed with them. Our own breeding cycles have almost ceased
since we have been forced into this prison. The males are looking to
other species for their relief believing that time will bring on our
heat cycles.�
�Males
don�t know anything about the female cycles,� Py�ur stated.
Pa�dax nodded her agreement.
�As
long as we are kept away from the sun we will not be able to cycle or
bear a child,� Pa�dax pined shifting the ooman pup to a
less tender spot on her breast. With the loss of her own pup she had
no relief for her milk supply other than to express it herself. The
pup shivered again, bringing Pa�dax�s attention back to its
needs.
�I need
a soiling cloth,� she told her sisters. �The males may not allow
us the sunlight we need, but they make sure we have the supplies to
rear pups that are never to be.�
A young
female hustled over to a chest near the door of the cell and pulled
out one of several fabric cloths. Pa�dax quickly tied it onto the
shivering pup and was handed a long tunic by the same female. She
nodded her thanks and slipped the overly large article over Phoenix�s
head. With the little one covered now, Pa�dax relaxed a bit.
There was
no denying that she was bonding with the small ooman. Her
suspicions of her sisters� intents to possibly harm the pup were
purely instinctual. Still she didn�t even have a name and for
Pa�dax to call her, her own she would need to call her something
other than �pup.�
Looking
at her, Pa�dax couldn�t think of a suitable name. There was not
one yautja name she could put to the little pup. There was
tarei�hsan, it was a small insect and there was no denying
that the pup did fit that category. But that was not what Pa�dax
wanted for her. Circumstances as they were, the pup had a miserable
and painful life ahead of her if she survived. If nothing else, she
deserved a proud and properly thought out name.
Giving up
her own search, Pa�dax asked her companions, �What will we call
this one?�
The
assembled females, all four of the remaining ones had now gathered
around the new foster mother to see the ooman for themselves.
They began offering their suggestions.
�Look
at her eyes, the way she watches everything,� one said. �Hult�ah
would work.�
Another
offered, �Kantra would bring her hope. It would bring all
of us hope.�
Pa�dax
perked up at that suggestion. Of the names that had been offered
that one was the most inspiring. It would remind all that Paya was
watching over them and give them strength to face their own trials.
Pa�dax
looked down at the pup, tipping her face up with a careful claw. She
huddled in closer to Pa�dax, eyeing the surrounding yautja
suspiciously. Phoenix brought her attention back to the one holding
her when it tapped her chest. Looking up into Pa�dax�s face,
Phoenix listened to her sound out a word.
Phoenix
couldn�t understand what the big monster wanted. It kept poking
her and saying the same word. Finally, Phoenix pointed to herself
and said, �Phoenix.�
Pa�dax
cocked her head to the side, not expecting the pup to actually speak.
She repeated its word again, pointing to herself. �Phoenix.�
Pa�dax
pointed to the ooman and slowly repeated, �Fee�nix.�
That brought the corners of the pup�s mouth up, not quite baring
her teeth. Then she relaxed against Pa�dax though she continued to
watch the room again. �Fee�nix,� she repeated.
Pa�dax
turned to her sisters with a look of wonder on her face, brow ridge
raised and lower mandibles slack. �I think she just told us her
name.�
The same
young female who had procured the soiling cloth and tunic whispered
under her breathe, �The legendary fire bird.� The females began
to murmur among themselves. Some reached out to touch the newly
dubbed Fee�nix only to be warned back by Pa�dax�s motherly
growl.
That
growl was ended prematurely when another quiet one was heard. Every
eye turned to Phoenix as she squirmed against her caretaker. The
growl was heard again and the females began to chuckle. The pup was
hungry and her body was letting everyone know.
There was
nothing to feed Phoenix in the cell, and Pa�dax doubted that the
warriors on the ship had fed her much either. She shifted the pup in
her arms and felt the pressure on her breast as the pup braced
herself against it. The nudge caused a small dribble of milk to leak
out.
�This
is why Te�var�zan has given you to me,� Pa�dax surmised,
talking to the pup though she didn�t believe the ooman
understood her. Looking to her cellmates Pa�dax sighed. There was
nothing else for her to do. Phoenix was hungry and she needed to
release the milk to prevent infection.
With
reluctance, Pa�dax pulled one side of her top to expose her full
breast. The other females averted their eyes, uncomfortable seeing
one of their own nurse an ooman as one of their own pups.
Pa�dax cradled the small head up to the exposed nipple, trying to
encourage Phoenix to nurse.
The pup
resisted at first, not yet sharing the bond that Pa�dax was already
cementing into place. She massaged the tense muscles, forcing them
to relax against her. Gently rubbing the fragile neck, Pa�dax
coaxed the pup to her breast. Phoenix had little choice but to take
the nipple in her mouth. When she didn�t start pulling milk,
Pa�dax reached with her free hand and squeezed a small amount into
the pup�s mouth.
The warm,
creamy milk filled her mouth and Phoenix was no longer able to
resist. She reflexively swallowed it down and pulled another
mouthful. Pa�dax relaxed as Phoenix began to greedily suckle. The
other females watched, some with awe, while others watched with
disgust.
�How
can you do that with an ooman,� one asked. �It is not
proper. You should just let it die.�
Pa�dax
growled at the female who spoke, along with the others females who
nodded their heads in agreement. Phoenix tensed by continued to suck
with Pa�dax�s protective arm wrapped around her. �I am not a
Bad Blood.� Her statement reaffirmed the females who had sided
with her and quieted the ones who had disagreed with her.
The
breast that Phoenix had been feeding on had finally stopped aching so
Pa�dax shifted her to the other. She was pleased when Phoenix
didn�t hesitate to latch onto that one and start suckling. Her
empty gland throbbed with a new pain once it was released. �She is
definitely of weaning age,� she said as she settled the pup on the
new breast.
�And
old enough to learn what is expected of it,� Te�var�zan�s
voice boomed from the doorway.
The group
surrounding Pa�dax fell silent, averting their eyes to the ground.
It had long been drilled into them that as long as their collars were
in place, there would be no resisting the males. The collars could
release something as annoying as a mild charge to a shock that can
render a full grown female unconscious for several minutes, until she
is bound for punishment.
�Pa�dax
stay, the rest are needed in the workshop,� Te�var�zan
commanded gruffly. Py�ur and the other females rose and filed out,
none making eye contact with the male. Once they were gone,
Te�var�zan turned back to Pa�dax.
�I told
you, you were responsible for it,� Te�var�zan looked over the
pup wrapped in Pa�dax�s arms. He grinned maliciously at how well
this was going to work. �Any punishment it earns, you will earn as
well. Any punishment you earn, it will earn as well.� Te�var�zan
stopped to gauge Pa�dax�s reaction, only getting a slight nod of
understanding. �You will also be the one to carry out its
punishment.�
Pa�dax
visibly shuddered, though did not make the mistake of looking up at
Te�var�zan. It was one thing for a pup to be hurt while its
mother was hunting with it, teaching it the basic skills. The
typical punishment for any infraction of Te�var�zan�s rules was
quite another. Pa�dax doubted that a yautja pup would be able to
stand such treatment; the ooman pup would not survive. This
was another of Te�var�zan�s ways of trying to break her. She
would not let that happen.
Contented
with the small sign of victory Te�var�zan finished. �You will
take it to Nain�te in the morning. He will examine it and return
it to you. It will not have an obedience collar.� Te�var�zan
turned and walked out, closing and locking the door behind him.
Pa�dax
looked back at her charge, desperately clinging to her top huddled
tightly to her body. Her eyes were wide with fear and they looked to
Pa�dax for reassurance. Pa�dax purred softly as she pulled her
top back into place. Phoenix was no longer interested in eating, and
with Pa�dax�s purring and heat was calming quickly to the point
of sleepiness.
Pa�dax
decided that it would be best that they rested. Holding Phoenix like
a newborn she made her way over to her pallet and lay down. Curled
on her side she made a protective circle around the small ball
Phoenix had curled herself into. Pulling in decaying hides and furs,
Pa�dax made a small nest to ensure her new pup stayed warm in the
chill of the cave.
Both were
soon drifting off, lost in their own thoughts. Phoenix was just
happy that she wasn�t hungry any more and that the monster didn�t
want to kill her. Pa�dax worried about what was to happen to her
little ooman. Sleep was light, though neither woke until the
other females returned and after that neither woke until morning.
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