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Chapter 7: Claiming

“You sent for me, Elder?” Vanika’s buzzing voice echoed in Bha’ruk’s chambers as she stood before him, her guard standing outside the closed doors.
The Elder gazed over her form, eyes moving along her dark-haired arms before settling on the long, wispy red hair that poured over her shoulders. She wore a short crimson cloth that just barely covered her sex and a matching top that wrapped around her breasts, leaving plenty of her torso and legs bare for his eyes. Raising an arm, he beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. “Come here, my Vanika.”
Bha'ruk's mandibles rose in approval as she slowly walked towards him; he had trained her well and she knew what he expected of her. Unlike the other females, he had caught Vanika himself on Ahrak, taking his time in selecting the finest female of her village. She managed to elude him for a time, but he captured her in the end and brought her back to his ship.
Gazing at her now through hooded eyes, Bha’ruk lifted his hand to lightly finger the red hair that felt like soft webbing. He leaned close to her face, mandibles spreading slightly to brush along her cheeks; he rumbled with pleasure when Vanika didn’t even bat an eye at the intimate touch. The spikes of his mandibles curved inward along her face, coaxing her closer, and Vanika followed, leaning in to brush her lips against Bha’ruk’s inner mouth.
“You know what I want, my Vanika,” he growled huskily as she moved back a little. His gaze was dark with desire, and he watched the Ahrakan nod, wrapping her top set of arms around his waist.
Vanika's lower pair of hands disappeared beneath his cloth, one cupping around his heavy sac while the other gripped his swelling length. Slowly, her hand stroked down to the bulbous head of him before moving back up to the base where her other hand squeezed his sac. Behind his back, her upper limbs softly circled over his lower back before moving even lower to cup and grope his buttocks. She had done this before many times for him, yet it still made her cringe inside, feeling so dirty.
Recalling her past, Vanika almost couldn't accept that she was once the high priestess of her people, a position granted only to those considered most worthy. There was no worth or respect in what she did now, not after the day that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
The day Bha’ruk captured her, Vanika had lost her mate and it weighed heavily in her heart. In all her days as a high priestess, the only one she wished to know her had become her mate, and she loved him above all others. She had wondered many times if she could have done something more to prevent Bha’ruk from slaying her beloved mate, but now it was too late as she belonged to the Yautja elder. Thinking on all that she had done and what she did now, Vanika shut her eyes in shame. 'How can I ever face you again, my love...'
When she felt Bha’ruk’s hand caress her face and move to the back of her head, Vanika knelt to the floor, her lower hands moving his cloth. His shaft was swollen and hard as some of the juices inside dripped along the head.
Slowly, Vanika opened her mouth, sliding her tongue over the darkened head of his length, lapping at the fluids that coated him. He tasted so foul to her, yet she continued licking along the thick shaft belonging to her captor, knowing what might happen should she refuse. She could still recall the horrible snap of bone followed by searing pain within her two left arms as his hand clamped tightly around her wrists.
‘Don’t think about it. Finish what you must here to keep him from harming yourself and the others,’ she thought, shuddering as the memory was forced back once more into the recesses of her mind. All that remained of her former pride was her need to protect the others for as long as she could. 'If I cannot protect them, then I never truly deserved the name of high priestess.'
Her mouth closed over the tip of his shaft, slowly sucking on him.

xXx

"I've never ssseen you show sssuch an interessst in our guardsss, Natra,” Sitana hissed softly, watching Lyra’s focus remain on the two Yautja standing near the lounge entrance. The Natranian had taken her eyes off of them only a few times before facing them immediately afterward. “Are you all right?”
“Never better, Sitana,” Lyra said, glancing towards the Cerpantian before looking once more at Da’ar as the black Yautja stood next to Sitana’s guard. The shorter Yautja had stepped back a few paces, giving himself more room away from Da’ar, and Lyra wondered at the aura of power that the black Yautja seemed to possess amongst his kind.
Sitana raised a brow, looking once more at the dark Yautja before touching Lyra’s arm. “Perhapsss it isss better not to keep him under your scrutiny, Natra. I cannot think mossst of them favor sssuch attention.”
Blinking, Lyra tore her gaze away from Da’ar and focused fully on Sitana. She nodded, knowing it was probably for the best not to draw too much attention to the black Yautja. ‘He was sent here to help us, so I shouldn’t behave so differently around him... perhaps I should be more cautious since he is a “new” guard.’
Da'ar felt her gaze finally move away from him, and he glanced at Lyra out of the corners of his eyes. It would be difficult to speak freely as he had before, with others here, but she had to know not to behave in a familiar manner with him. Granted, her gaze didn’t feel expectant more so one of curiosity and contemplation. Still even that sort of attention could be dangerous while on the Ty’rath-di, and Da’ar could not allow his mission to be compromised.
During the past few days, Da’ar had seen all of the females and assessed their current states. To see the large Vulfrani female, Rani, reduced to such a somber and silent state drew an internal growl from the Yautja. He also remembered his analysis of the Ahrakan who tried to keep the others’ spirits high even as she tried to hide the pain in her crimson gaze.
‘To be so strong after having been through so much...I wonder how her spirit truly fares after being here so long,’ Da'ar thought as he recalled seeing her being escorted to Bha’ruk’s quarters earlier in the day.
Bha'ruk's voice crackled through his wrist guard, pulling his attention away from his thoughts. “Da’ar, come to the training arena immediately.”
“Elder, I am still guarding the Natranian, am I not?” Da’ar questioned in a low voice, glancing at Lyra before looking towards the lounge entrance.
“Of course, you idiot,” Bha’ruk growled through the speaker. “Right now you are to come to the arena. Leave Natra under Sa’luk’s watch and get down here now.”
“Yes, Elder,” Da’ar replied, growling at Sitana’s guard as he gave the black yautja a wide berth. "Sa’luk, watch over Natra until I return."
Standing up straighter, Sa’luk nodded and focused on the two females sitting in the lounge. His posture said what no verbal affirmation of Da’ar’s order could, and the less time he had to spend with the black yautja the better. Sa’luk would not underestimate the threat hidden in the ‘living Cetanu’s’ growl.
When Da’ar exited the room, he felt her eyes once more against his back and thought, ‘If the goddess is still with me, may she keep watch over Lyra.’ Slight curiosity tugged at the back of his mind as he moved through the corridor to the lift, wondering just what Bha’ruk had in store for him. ‘I shall find out soon enough,’ he hissed to himself.

xXx

The arena doors slid open, and Da'ar strode steadily inside, though he gave pause for the eyes he felt upon him. He saw two figures standing in the center of the arena; one of them he knew was Bha'ruk and he raised a brow as he saw the other was O'ni. He noticed the bandage on the other yautja's thigh.
"Come join us, Da'ar," Bha'ruk's voice growled out to him, holding out an arm to the black yautja. "There is much to... discuss."
Lowering his head in a modified bow, Da'ar made his way to the center of the ring. Warriors lined the outer barrier, their eyes boring into him from all sides. He kept his eyes forward, thinking, 'Something is in the air...'
Da'ar stopped in front of Bha'ruk and O'ni, the shorter warrior not meeting his eyes and instead choosing to focus on the elder. 'Just two of us... with this audience.'
Bha'ruk clapped a hand on the black yautja's shoulder, clicking, "I'm pleased with you, Da'ar. You have demonstrated what others... could not." He looked pointedly at O'ni when he stressed 'others.'
"Elder, I did what I had to in order to save Natra," Da'ar stated, then motioned towards O'ni. "As I am certain that O'ni did all that he could as well."
Narrowing his eyes, Bha'ruk shook his head and moved his hand, pointing at O'ni. "I would doubt that this poor excuse for a warrior did all to protect her when he still stands here living. Death would be the only means for him to give all for my Natra."
Da'ar glanced at O'ni who still chose to remain silent against Bha'ruk's judgments upon his status as a warrior. Looking back at the elder, Da'ar opened his mouth to speak when Bha'ruk cut him off.
"Da'ar, you will face off against him to claim your right to guard Natra. I have no doubts that you will dispose of him properly."
The black yautja merely stared at Bha'ruk, his eyes remaining unreadable even as they shifted to look at O'ni. The warrior had already drawn his spear, and his eyes narrowed into a glare.
"Do not defend me when you should be defending yourself!" O'ni growled out, lunging and swinging the spear at Da'ar.
Anticipating the warrior's move, Da'ar grasped both of his twin blades, bringing one up to block the spear. He followed through with the second blade, knocking the shorter warrior back and away from him. Da'ar took a wide stance, bringing his blades up in a defensive position, one in front of his chest and the other stretched out in front of his body. He knew O'ni obviously wanted no help or quarter given in this fight, but there was something that bothered the black yautja about this fight.
O'ni roared and charged once more for Da'ar, taking out his anger on the black yautja. His fury at the elder's questioning of not only his ability to protect Natra but his status as a warrior boiled within his blood. And for this... Exiled warrior to feel the need to defend him!
Stabbing towards Da'ar's side, O'ni saw a thin line of green appear along the black skin, and he growled in triumph. First blood had been drawn, and O'ni heard the other warriors in the arena roaring in support of him. He answered their roars with one of his own as he lunged again, this time aiming for Da'ar's head.
The black yautja shifted to his left side, kicking out with his right foot and shoving O'ni back. Da'ar didn't want to kill the warrior, but there would be no other way around it. He had to be the one to protect Lyra.
Bha'ruk stood further back and watched the battle unfold, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Raising a brow at Da'ar's defensive technique, he curled his mandibles in annoyance. Why did Da'ar not simply kill the obviously weaker warrior? It would be so easy to do especially since it saved Bha'ruk the task. After O'ni failed to stop Ji'ran from attacking Natra, the elder knew there was only one end result. However, it was a task Bha'ruk felt too menial to perform himself.
Then, he had an idea while resting with Vanika after her... ministrations. What better way to test Da'ar's dedication to protecting Natra than by having him execute the one who had failed to do so?
'If only he would just get on with it!' Hissing to himself at Da'ar's slow progress, Bha'ruk finally growled, "Give no quarter!"
Hearing the elder's words, O'ni roared as he pounded towards Da'ar once again. A twinge of pain coursed through his thigh as he kicked out and swung his spear around. Another green line of blood now crossed the black yautja's chest.
"Fight me fairly, Exiled!" O'ni growled out, frustrated that it seemed as though the dark yautja was holding back.
"I am, you fool!" Da'ar snarled back as he pivoted on his back leg, thrusting his heel into O'ni's chest.
The shorter warrior grunted, wincing more at the pain of trying to catch his balance on his injured leg. O'ni went down to his knees as Da'ar slowly circled around him.
Looking out at the arena of Bha'ruk's bellowing warriors, Da'ar inched closer to O'ni. He held one of his blades out as though prepared to deliver the final strike while the other guarded around his middle. Da'ar growled softly, "Your leg is not fully healed yet, is it? How is this a fair fight then?"
"I don't need your pity," O'ni hissed out, glaring up at the black yautja. "All I need to do is return to my duty of protecting Natra."
With a frustrated huff, Da'ar threw back his head and released a thunderous roar. He had to make this foolish warrior understand, but how?
As he looked down at O'ni, the dark yautja blinked when the shorter warrior's eyes grew wide. It looked as though O'ni had seen a ghost or perhaps... Da'ar stopped as silence rolled through his mind. Even the roars and bellows surrounding them seemed to quiet though he could clearly see the warriors shaking their fists, their mouths opening and closing.
When he opened his mouth, the words came without his direction, sounding so distant and foreign to him. "If you truly wish to protect her, you must pass on that task to one who will help her."
"My...my lord..." O'ni whispered, his eyes wide as he stared at the immense shadow engulfing Da'ar's form. No, the yautja before him was no longer the Exiled, and the warrior thought he saw a hint of red within the black yautja's normally amber-colored eyes. "It is my time then...?"
"Depart from this world as an honored warrior should." The black yautja pulled back the blade held out towards O'ni, lowering himself into a wide stance.
Nodding his head, O'ni rose to his feet, slowly swinging his spear out in front of him. If it was his day to die, he would die fighting as a warrior. The frustration and anger that had clouded his mind faded, and he couldn't hear the roars of his comrades... no.
'They could never understand,' O'ni thought, swinging his spear up to block Da'ar's blade. 'They haven't seen Natra's pain... and it can't go on. It can't continue!'
Da'ar's blades locked with O'ni's spearhead, both yautja meeting the other's steady stare. Seeing the red light fade from the dark yautja's eyes, O'ni pushed against Da'ar, softly growling, "Protect her, you have the power to do so."
Da'ar nodded slowly as his eyes shifted over O'ni's shoulder. Bha'ruk stood within his line of vision, eyes narrowed fiercely as he drew a thumb across his throat, signaling Da'ar. "I will, Warrior."
Breaking free from the spear, Da'ar head-butted O'ni and struck the center of the warrior's chest with the hilt of his blade. O'ni staggered back as the black yautja brought his foot back before kicking out and connecting with O'ni's stomach, sending the warrior to his back on the floor.
O'ni groaned at the pain in his leg and struggled to sit up, but Da'ar's blade against his throat stopped him. Looking up at the kneeling dark yautja, O'ni murmured, "Remember your word."
"I will," Da'ar said with a nod. Then, he glanced up as the arena quieted, silence settling over all the warriors present. He met Bha'ruk's stare and the elder gave him one firm nod. Da'ar looked back at O'ni then pulled his blade back, positioning the tip over the shorter warrior's chest. With one smooth motion, Da'ar drove the blade through the muscle, piercing O'ni's heart.
O'ni's body jerked once as his head fell back against the floor. His eyes closed in death, and Da'ar lowered his head briefly, whispering, "May the Black Hunter guide you on your next path."
Standing over the warrior, Da'ar looked around the arena, his eyes on all of the others present. They were silent as it should be with the death of a warrior, and the black yautja lowered his blades in reverence.
Bha'ruk strode to the center of the arena, briefly glancing down at O'ni before looking at Da'ar. "Well done, Da'ar. Now, O'ni can redeem himself to the true Black Hunter."
Nodding, Da'ar bowed to the elder, asking, "Shall I return to my post, Elder?"
"So eager to go back to your duty," Bha'ruk clicked, raising a curious brow. "I like that about you, Da'ar. You know your priorities and what is most important. Go see the healer first about your wounds, and then return to your post."
"Yes, Elder," Da'ar answered calmly, pausing only long enough to use the cleaning cloth to wipe O'ni's blood from his blade. Sheathing it and its twin, the black yautja bowed deeply to Bha'ruk before striding to the arena's entrance.

xXx

"You had no real choice, right, Da'ar?" Ta'al said, dabbing at the long wound across the black yautja's chest. "It was either kill O'ni or give Bha'ruk reason to doubt you."
"I know," Da'ar clicked, hissing softly at the sting from the disinfectant that the healer used.
Raising a brow, Ta'al retrieved another vial and dipped a long quill inside. He turned to Da'ar and lightly slid the tip along the thin wound that stretched along the pectoral muscles. Then, he did the same for the others wounds caused by O'ni's fight. It was a special type of liquid bandaging that would seal the wound without use of cloth.
"You just seem very quiet about it is all."
Da'ar shook his head, not wanting to speak about what had happened in the arena just before he delivered the death blow. He should have known the signs when his mind became especially clear... almost as though his body was making room for the presence to inhabit him. It had happened before and would likely happen again, though it was never by Da'ar's choice, only the Black Hunter's will.
Growling to himself, Da'ar knew that he could not summon the Black Hunter even though it was his body being used. But that wasn't what his parents believed... at least not his disowning mother.
"It's fine, I'd just rather not talk about it," Da'ar finally sighed out.
Nodding, Ta'al replaced the vial, then had another thought. "Have you thought about how you'll tell Natra?"
"The truth has always been best," Da'ar clicked, looking at the healer. "You don't think she'll take it well, correct?"
"He has been her guard for as long as she's been here. Whether she wants to admit it or not, Natra has... had formed some type of bond with O'ni." Ta'al sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"Not to mention that Natranians are creatures of life..." Da'ar said, looking down at his chest wound. "I will try to tell her as gently as possible."
Ta'al nodded to him, moving to unlock the entrance to the facility. "Good luck, in both telling Natra and also in your new post."
Gripping the healer's shoulder, Da'ar shook it gently in thanks as he walked outside, heading towards the lifts.

xXx

"And that isss why the sssky isss a beautiful golden color on my home," Sitana finished an old tale from her planet. She knew Lyra loved hearing old stories like this one and thought it a suitable distraction from the absence of the Natranian's new guard.
"That was a great story, Sitana," Lyra said with a smile. "I wish I could tell stories from Unatra as well as one of our storytellers, but it wasn't a gift granted to me. Now, my younger sister could definitely give you stories told from our grandmother almost word for word. I think she'll be able to fill that role within our family..."
Lyra's voice cracked as she thought about her family especially Cora. She inhaled slowly, closing her eyes to stop the tears from coming.
"Natra?" Sitana touched Lyra's hand, concerned for her friend. There was no way she could reassure the Natranian without upsetting herself with false hope.
"I'm fine... I'm fine," Lyra said more to get herself to believe it rather than Sitana.
The lounge entrance opened, and both females looked up to see Da'ar stride inside. He stopped near them, clicking, "It would be best if you not strain yourself too much, Natra. Perhaps it is time to return to your quarters?"
Lyra tilted her head slightly, uncertain about the dark yautja's tone, but she did feel a need to rest. Nodding, she stood up, then looked back at Sitana. "Thank you for the story, Sitana."
"Of courssse," the Cerpantian hissed, nodding her head.
Da'ar left the lounge first, standing to the side to allow Lyra to go ahead of him. Walking down the corridor, he clicked, "I am now your permanent guard, Natra, under Elder Bha'ruk's orders."
"I see..." she said as they made their way back to her rooms. "But... what about O'ni?"
"O'ni is gone... I was ordered to execute him in combat."
Lyra stopped in the hallway, facing Da'ar fully with wide eyes. "What? But why? He did as he was asked, there was no reason to..."
"The Elder claimed that because O'ni did not fully protect you... he was to forfeit his life," Da'ar growled lowly, looking to the side as he recalled the warrior lying prone on the arena floor.
"And whatever that monster orders it must be done, right?" Lyra grit her teeth, clenching her fists as she thought about O'ni. He had been her constant companion here, and though she knew he acted under orders, he did treat her respectfully.
Hot tears burned her eyes as Lyra punched the wall next to them, wincing a little at the pain in her knuckles. "It's not fair."
"No... it's not," Da'ar growled softly, offering his hand so he could inspect hers.
When she looked up at him, Da'ar saw the storms roiling within her stare. It surprised him again to see such fury from a Natranian female, and he almost moved his hand away. Then, Lyra slowly laid her throbbing hand in his, and he looked over the graying area of her knuckles.
"I hope that Paya... or whoever your god or goddess is, will watch over him," she murmured, sighing heavily and wiping at her eyes.
Da'ar raised a brow at her words, then nodded his head. "It looks like just some slight bruising, Natra. Perhaps we should get..."
Bha'ruk's voice growling through his gauntlet interrupted him. "Da'ar, bring Natra to my chambers now."

TBC

(A/N: Hoo boy, if y'all are still with me, thank you so very very VERY much for your patience! I know that chapters are being posted rather sporadically, but I will keep moving along as fast as I can. All of my readers, thank you so much especially: aquamum (Thank you, I'm sure both of them are honored by that thought, and on Bha'ruk's end...you'll just have to wait and see), shortest_warrior (We'll just have to see, won't we? ^_~), TheWinterWolf (Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it!), AntiDolorifico (Trust me, that idea just kinda came of it's own will, scarily enough, and you make me laugh so much!), bloodravyn (Indeed, thank goodness for that otherwise there'd be no story!), firefly (Many thanks, and I hope you enjoy this latest chapter, too), Death God Dist (Thank you for your kind words, and I do hope this chapter lives up to those standards, too),GrayHuntress (Here you go! And we'll just have to see!), and SuperImposed (Many thanks!).
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