"𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕣"

A shame it was soured. He would have loved to see her works. . .

Perhaps a hunt then?

I wish I could remember

‘the good times’

But those were the first to

leave my mind

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She looked 'hard to chew through'. . . .

Was she ~?♡

Clawed digits gently clenched and unclenched. . .

What a hellish time for a language barrier to exist. His single good eye flickering over her visage. . . Her form . . .

The mantle of strength in iron sinew and hardened flesh . . .

A soft, trilling purr, followed by a chirp.

Wounds that visibly marked his body would have been lethal to any other fragile species.

He was but a tad too old, and a tad too wounded by his culture's standards to be anything more than someone who fixes the messes of the younger hunters . . .

"𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳. 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙧.𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫. . .ᴏʟᴅ." The Voice spoke out with a small chirp and trill, hand raising to trace talons across his aged hide, then to his pendant of bones.

He was past his prime by a few hundred or so years, and the +

Threatening someone and the response being nothing but admiration and joy, as if she were some magnificent creature in the fields, a prime specimen.

To be worshiped as borderline divinity was one thing, but to be admired for one's strength was another.

+

To hear more, face her on the field of battle, hunt her or he hunted by her in the densely packed foliage and mounds of his homeworld. . .

Sadly with age comes responsibility. And with those, came chains around what he can and cannot do now.

Sigh. . . If only. It must have been strange to her.

The Hunter not caring enough to test her temper, thumb pads gently caressing the side of the bracer, before lowering with another click and an amused huff.

Her threat was beautiful. Veiled just enough not to offend, but powerful and absolute.

If he were a younger hunter he would have loved +

A soft growl and chuckle left his throat, old eyes never breaking from her divine form, head tilting in a cascade of fleshy braids. . .

"𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗜s 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁." The stitched together words were not her own this time, either a sign of respect or +

He bares his flesh once this #SeductiveSunday. . .

Make him regret it, and your skull will he mounted upon his wall.

' Business comes before pleasure… and now I’m prepared to indulge. '

#SeductiveSunday

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𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻! 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗿! 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘!

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◆ 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴.

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◆ 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺: me :)

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Its Head shifted to examine her once she spoke, Talons tracing slowly across its own bracer as it softly hissed out in curiosity once more.

"𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜. . . 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐." The Mechanic voice splice chirped out from the Mask, recorded from other voices it seemed.

Human technology is shockingly simple to grasp.

This Courting App is even simpler to understand.

As for how it works. . .

. . .elaborate further on the question

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The Wolf cocked its head, Masked face blankly examining her. . .

Before small, clicking and tapping. . . Repeatedly, smooth and in a pattern. . .

He was laughing at her comment.

"𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝙄𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍."

Its language wasn't pretty.

It wasn't beautiful in a normal sense.

Hisses. Growls. Chirps. And throat purrs.

It was powerful. And power was rarely soft.

Wounded throat, like sandpaper and gravel, with none of that romanticized 'smooth and caramel words' that most fawned over in stories.

His voice, was sharp, like unsmoothed gravel, gruff like thistle, and raw and rumbling like a predator.

Its head cocked as they spoke, Blank Lenses flashing through different colors. . .

"𝗔𝗻𝗱. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘼𝙧𝙚.𝚈𝚘𝚞." Its Mask repeated and chirped back in a warping of their own voice.

. . . Before its hand raised, and rested on its own Chest.

". . . Yautja." The word left its gravely, raspy and clearly-

Not quite even that.

Traits clearly Saurian. Amalgamations of Ape. The Thought of insectoid.

A mixture and anomaly of a madman at worst, and a genius at Best.

Old, scar-covered flesh, Clad in Armor and Netting that seemed more ceremonial than practical, and yet their purpose still fulfilled.

Before reaching out slowly with a large, spiked hand. . .

And slowly tracing it across the strange thing on its arm. Soft beeps and clicks accent every tap as it studdied her.

Soft chirping. . . Soft clicking . . . And finally, the clatter of tresses, the creature's metal hair accessories tapping together as it cocked its head to examine her closely.

Familiarity.

That unknown sensation of knowledge. Most likely from her 'bond mate'.

The Wolf trilled softly at her.