Okay, this is my second time writing this since my app reset or something the first time. 😭
I hope I’m making this quick. 🥲
I’m an introvert who has high walls to guard myself. It takes a while for me to trust someone, and to open myself up, but once I do they will have the most loyal partner.
I can come across as cold and aloof, but I’m really a kind and deeply loving person who will give the shirt off of my own back if necessary. If I have been hurt or betrayed, though, all of that will go away and I’m vengeful. Forgiveness is hard to earn from me.
I’m Autistic and have ADHD, so I have trouble reading people’s facial expressions. I rely on body language and open, honest, and clear verbal communication. I do not like trickery and don’t like people ignore the boundaries I clearly set out.
I love to learn. I also love the outdoors, have an incessant need to explore new foods, new places, and new skills. I fall apart when I’m bored, so someone who’s also adventurous and mentally stimulating, a male partner who can meet or be above my own intellect, is ideal. I also crave meaningful conversation over nonsense.
I am strictly monogamous and will 100% beat off anyone who tries to share my partner.
I can’t stand people who are willfully ignorant and not intellectually curious. I also can’t stand loud, hyper-active people. They stress me out with the noise and excessive energy.
I need a partner who can match my need for quiet. I also need one who I can be sexually active with and can meet my high sex drive. I enjoy cuddling, but I’m not a hugger nor am I a person that likes being constantly poked and prodded. I like my space and come to another when I’m in the mood or want reassurance. This doesn’t mean I don’t mind the occasional romantic gesture—I like surprises!
I also need a partner that can dominate me in naughty time, so strike out our short king as a contender. 😀 I prefer my partner much bigger than my own short stature of 5ft 4.
I hope this isn’t too long. 😭
Your match is...
Warlord Predator
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Oh boy, you sure got your hands full with this one! The Warlord is a big, mean, fighting machine— This absolute tank of a Yautja is the chief of his clan, and he acts the part. Warlord is dominant, ruthless, and cunning; He likes good, hard challenges and reigning victorious. Though there is one thing he likes more than the fight: You.
You are like his desert rose: A tender, little creature so small and soft, yet bright and pleasantly hardy. He knows the tenacity and indomitable human spirit well— He's slayed plenty of your kind before, as has his kind been killed by yours. However, the Warlord doesn't see you as an opponent nor prey, but as a curious fascination. He never expected himself to dote upon and desire one of the species he often thought of as beneath him, but you've bewitched him. If he were more traditional and believed in the ancient rites of some Yautja clans, he'd think you'd hexed him.
Your aloof nature is alluring to him, the subtle mystery of your often guarded disposition something he wishes to solve. It takes many courting gifts, but he eventually carves room for himself in your heart. Warlord, despite his name, can be something of a romantic, given all of the humans he's interacted with and observed over the years. He's not at all like a normal, human suitor, but he can be fairly giving. Especially since he wants to be closer to you, in more ways than one...
The Warlord, when he isn't leading his clan, is more reserved and taciturn when in the privacy of his own quarters. He doesn't lose his innate regality, nor does he ever really stop feeling like a King, but he does relax more. In private, with you, he can be a relative version of sweet: The Warlord always has a gentle hand for you, more physically affectionate, entertaining. He likes when you ask questions, when you seek knowledge as much as he wishes to give it. The Warlord is incredibly wise, and he can be engaging when in the right mood.
(Ask for him to teach you whatever skill, weapon, or technology you desire, and he will oblige.)
Sometimes, when the ceremonies and battles end in his arena, Warlord will leave Yautja Prime to hunt off-world. Of course, he will bid you to come along, and you know you don't ever have to worry about being in danger. A formidable foe to his enemies, The Warlord can be prideful, and even vain when it comes to his fighting prowess. Of course, he does have the skill to back up his conceit, but he will still flaunt his power in order to impress you. His clan is far more focused on that aspect of mating, and this Yautja is no different. Particularly, he will capture great and dangerous beasts to fight for you, often introducing more than one as what he'd consider a surprise. Hopefully you aren't too squeamish!
If you want your space, he will concede it. The Warlord isn't keen on trickery or deceit, so you don't have to worry about reading in between the lines with him either. He is incredibly blunt, and will not waste time and words on behaving foolishly. Like you, Warlord can also be vengeful, though this usually only rears its head when there are threats to your wellbeing. Most Yautja under his command have learned to tolerate you, but some still attempt to test their luck... Though they swiftly learn they are incredibly unlucky.
As a romantic, sexual partner, the Warlord is very domineering. Sex is like another challenge to him, something he had to prove his worth to you. It is also the realm in which he seeks to master, so never expect a dull romp in the hay with him... His stamina alone is off the charts. Warlord seeks to draw as much pleasure from you as possible, drinking in all manner of the sweet nectar you give whether it be blood, sweat, or tears. He can be a little rough, but he is accommodating to your preferences.
(You'll also come to find he is very good with his tongue.)
He is like a furnace against your body, and it borders on too much.
The Yautja male pressing heavy and needy against your back drags his long, wet tongue down the side of your neck again. His tusks catch your hair, pulling it aside so that the sharp teeth of his inner mouth can graze your skin. He could so easily bite you, severing the delicate muscle and arteries thrumming under him, but he doesn't. The thought sends molten heat to your core, and you shiver when he sighs against your skin, like he drinks in your scent.
The Warlord is many things— Most very bad things— but cruel to you he isn't... Well, when it comes to violence, that is.
You whine, writhing, but his grip is so firm and strong on your body you hardly move. One sandy brown paw spreads the width of your hip, the other snares your wrists above your head, keeping them pressed into the furs of your nest. Soft pelts tickle your cheek when you turn your head to the side, and the Warlord whickers, taking your exhilaration as submission.
"Pyode." He growls in his native tongue, teasing you again with a quick buck of his hips that has you reeling. He's in a mood today, one that makes him uncharacteristically affectionate but also sly. The wet season had started, and you wonder if that somehow affected his temperament; making him more amiable, more desiring. You'll have to ask later, too focused on the hot, throbbing length of his—
Another devilish snap of his hips against your core makes you cry out, arching your back like an animal. The Yautja rumbles, pleased with all your little noises, and does it again. He curls more over you, his grip tightening and digging his clawed fingers into the flesh of your hip. He is a looming shadow of heat and muscle, even heavier with his cape of bones still on his broad shoulders. If you listen past the buzzing in your head, you can hear the steady rhythm of his alien heartbeat. His mouth hasn't left the crook of your neck and shoulder, his sharp fangs ready at the thinner skin there.
He practically shakes with want. Allow me to mark you, is the silent, unspoken beg, Command me. The Yautja begins to rut, slow and rhythmic, building onto the taut knot deep in your belly. He is as unforgiving as a beast— Wild and relentless. Warlord has dominated you many times before, but it always feels as thought he tops himself each time. The great, never-ending challenge...
"Please." You whimper, bleary eyes opening just enough to look into his, "I need you."
The Warlord clicks in delight, fiery red eyes alight with desire and heady lust, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You let out a strangled cry, but the pain is soothed by his flexible tongue rolling circles over the each new wound. You'll be sore, but another marking scar is worth it. He will also want to show you off, proud with his handiwork.
Besides, you asked so sweetly— How can even a King deny you?
Congrats on 500! If you are still doing matches I love to participate 💕
I like to think I'm outgoing and have a pretty easy time meshing with people in social situations. I enjoy going out but I also love some homebody time too. I'm very patient and usually pretty level headed and don't let things get to me too much; go with the flow sort of approach. But I definitely won't roll over for bad behavior, though I give chances if those are taken for granted I'm quick to put my foot down. I'm very attentive with friends and family and very much enjoy their company, and I always do my best to support them however I can and I'm very protective of them. I'm an artist and can hyper focus on things sometimes which can be both good and bad. I also can have some chaotic energy which again can be good or bad.
For interests I like exploring cities and crowded spaces as well as going out on long hikes in the middle of the woods. I also do a lot of roller blading at the skatepark. I'm very creative and do a lot of various art mediums. I love getting tattoos and have designed a few myself and dying my hair (and have ruined the bathroom sink in the process). Music, whether listening, singing or going to concerts is also big on my list of things I like. Self expression is a big thing for me.
For red-flags it's pretty much don't be a jerk, sure everyone has their moments which is understandable but if that's a personality trait, it's a no from me. I'm not into close mindedness and I often find that a big nope.
For relationships I def fall under dommy mommy behavior, though more gentle dommy mommy, I like to praise though I can be mean if desired. My love language is gifts, words of affection and touch. I like to dote on partners and I also love to be doted on, I enjoy gifts but not super traditional ones (rocks, trinkets, bones, insect husks are a favorite thing to receive). I enjoy spending time with my partner and just talking as well, I could spend hours just chatting. I definitely love a sense of humor (as long as it's not a cruel sense of humor). Dry humor has a special place in my heart. I enjoy someone who I feel listens to my at times ramblings even if they don't say much, I just enjoy the connection.
Your match is...
Kwei
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Unflappable and proud, Kwei does a lot to maintain his image and even more to skirt the edge of societal and cultural taboo— All in effort to keep the peace while also doing the right thing. He'll never admit to it, but Kwei knows his heart is softer than most Yautja, so he makes sacrifices. He sees the good in people: A trait that developed the moment Dek was born, and a trait that he carries over for you.
Kwei is your protector, first and foremost. Like he did for Dek, he will guard you from Yautja that protest your presence, threats that may come your way, even any negative word said about you. He knows you're able to handle yourself (especially in verbal disagreements) and that you're a lot tougher than others may believe, but his strength is a nonnegotiable. Kwei appreciates that you want to be equally as protective over him, and that you can stand up for yourself, but he will take the brunt of any given altercation; physical and otherwise.
To Kwei, you are like rain after a drought. His home on Yautja Prime is arid and stale, and the same exhilaration and relief he feels when the dry season breaks is what he feels when he is with you. He'd never associated with humans at such a level before— None of his clan has, in fairness— and he does not have many others he feels such affection for either. Yautja, even in their clans and family units, do not often create such close bonds with others. His sire is a stellar example.
True to your nature, you mesh with Kwei exceptionally well. You are very different people temperamentally, but as the saying goes; "Opposites attract". Where you are outgoing, expressive, and creative; Kwei is reserved, taciturn, and often only "creative" when it comes to methods of killing. While Kwei is definitely the more quiet of the two of you (making him a great ear to yap to), he is known to be somewhat of a prankster and being a big brother has left him with his own dry sense of humor. He is incredibly focused and disciplined, so he appreciates when the two of you can do your respective tasks together side by side.
(You create art, he arms grenades; basically parallel play.)
Kwei envies your ability to "go with the flow", as you often tell him. He knows that it doesn't make you a pushover, but he wishes he were able to not dwell on things like you do. His mind can sometimes snare him, and he'll never say a word to you about it, but your attentiveness to his needs fills him with satisfaction. Being doted on and cared for is something immensely foreign to Kwei, but he quickly learns to crave it. He also very quickly learns that returning the favor is satisfying as well...
As a romantic partner, Kwei will present you with plenty of courting and mating gifts that suite your fancy— Often providing you with an abundance of each in case one specimen is more desirable than the other. If you ask, he will take you to the planet's from which they came, and if you ask sweetly, he may even catch a live one for you to draw. Kwei is nothing if not willing, and as a Yautja male who as been conditioned to give in order to mate, he is a more than eager pleaser.
Command him, do with him what you desire: He is yours. Kwei will follow your every order, drinking in your praise and delight like nectar. Don't get too overzealous though, Kwei is still very much in control and will sometimes see your authoritative streaks as challenges to his own. He likes the game of dominance you two play, even more when your honeyed words turn sharp. Kwei likes that you can be such a spitfire.
Moreover, Kwei feels entwined with you on every level. He likes that you compliment and contrast with him. He is a respectable, fearsome Yautja hunter, and you are his little, talented human that he's given his life to.
"Kwei," You start, resting your chin on his shoulder. He leans ever-so-slightly against you, the tiny warmth of your body like a single flame. His breathing shudders— Probably another bruised rib. It's the third in such a short period of time; a gift from yet another Yautja furious at your presence in their home. Kwei has always said he can take their challenges, but you're adept enough to spot the weariness that's begun to consume him.
Yautja often lick their wounds alone, but you'd be damned if you didn't step in this time. No more.
"You can't light yourself on fire to keep me warm." Kwei shudders at your tone, so sad and almost too human for him to handle. His blood is hot and wet, seeping into the fabric of your shirt. You eye his wounds with distaste, pressing your lips into a thin line. They aren't as numerous as some other times, but they are deep. Kwei doesn't see your expression; His eyes are unfocused. Since Dek has left, he wears that faraway expression more and more often.
"Must protect. Care for you." The words are gruff, clipped, and Kwei shrugs off your embrace in favor of lumbering to his medpack. You watch as he limps those few steps, his mandibles tight across his inner mouth in pain. He handles the strange technology with his broad paws shockingly nimbly, readying a syringe you've learned is both a pain killer and a regenerative agent. It will ease his aches while also curing the wounds from the inside.
"I know." You reply, beckoning him back over to the nest. He obliges, wordlessly passing the needle to you. Kwei all but falls next to you, the pelts dipping under his weight. Shifting on your knees, the ruddy-skinned Yautja lets his head fall against your thigh. His tusks brush at your skin as he flexes his mandibles, and he lifts one meaty arm for you.
It's so routine at this point you merely grab his bicep and plunge the syringe in. Kwei grunts, but otherwise doesn't protest or flinch in any other way. The medicine enters his bloodstream slowly, and you watch in mild awe as the huge, dangerous beast you've seen annihilate creatures larger than himself practically melt like goo. Kwei's golden eyes flutter shut, his foreign facial features softening into what you can only call bliss. You can't help but grin at his reaction, more so when Kwei's chest begins to rumble with purrs.
"Must be the best damn drug in the universe, huh?" You ask with a laugh, palm smoothing down Kwei's dark tresses. Usually, he has them pulled back, but in the latest fight they had all come loose. The Yautja hums, supremely content as you lavish him with more pets, coos, and when you feel bold: Kisses. Yes, it's a bit overkill; but Kwei is in rare form, opting not to chuff at your ooman affections and instead soak in them.
"Better drug." Kwei's usually strong, rough voice is bizarrely quiet, but it breaks the silence all the same. He sighs as you pause your ministrations, his breath hot on your skin. As your brow furrows, you quirk your head, mind racing over Yautja technology and medicine to try and think up what other painkiller Kwei could possibly be talking about. He only ever uses this one— And it works magic— so you can't imagine what one more potent could even be. Is he still in pain?
Kwei whickers, capturing your attention. He opens a single eye, his iris bright like a matchstick flame, and his expression lewd. You go to comment, but his hand reaches up to catch your chin between his long fingers. His clawed fingertips curl just enough to stay your jaw, and the pad of his thumb presses against your slightly open mouth. Kwei hums again, gliding his thumb across your bottom lip. You make a confused noise in your throat when the Yautja gently jostles your face, tapping your lips.
It all makes sense when he then points down to his loincloth.
"Kwei!"
okay i feel like I’m a yautja’s worst nightmare because my personality is very extroverted and bubbly and my humour is very silly and i can also be quite sarcastic when i’m comfortable with someone. i like to poke fun at my loved ones but i’m also very physically and verbally affectionate. I can also be quite blunt around anyone i dislike/am angry at, which it takes quite a bit for me to dislike someone- so usually it means they have insulted or hurt a loved one for me to lash out!
I think i would be ideally looking for someone protective, mature, and i can kind of goof around with/tease without getting beheaded, perhaps something romantic? also big big congrats on 500 followers!!!💚🪲
Your match is...
Fugitive Predator
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A noble-hearted individual, Fugitive makes for a protector, provider, and giver all rolled into one. He is incredibly serious when it comes to being a mate to you, and is fairly by-the-book with his gifts and affections. This Yautja is kinder than most, far more gentle with you than you'd expected, and he is always seeking to prove his worthiness to you.
Fugitive is drawn in by your general demeanor, finding your charisma and bubbliness to be captivating. Most other humans he has slim patience for— Even though he generally makes a point to not outright kill people— but with you he could wait eternities. Fugitive, fascinated by your species, wants nothing more than to observe you, interact with you, challenge your similarities and differences. His mind is very analytical and always hungry for more information, and you make for an excellent little specimen to study.
As you are far more extroverted than he is, Fugitive can sometimes come across as a bit dour or cold, but he can be drawn out of his disciplined shell easy enough. With enough prodding, if you want playful, Fugitive will give you playful. He has a sense of humor more pronounced than other Yautja, and can be very sly and puckish if he puts his mind to it. Admittedly, his mischief is often at the expense of your height (especially compared to him, good Lord), and he 100% uses your short stature against you. Deep down, Fugitive finds that aspect of you incredibly appealing, and you learn very quickly to capitalize on that.
(He's big on carrying you: One, to hold you close and keep you safe, and two, you're way too slow compared to him!)
He likes that you have a collected sort of anger, something that contrasts with him nicely. You are more likely to lash out with your tongue rather than your fists or a blade, and Fugitive finds the human insults you can levy to be quite creative and amusing. Your blunt, honest criticisms are what he finds himself sometimes using as well.
Fugitive doesn't often get it when you tease or flirt with him (language barrier, cultural differences, etc), but will try and humor you. If he is in a particularly cheerful or content mood, he may even try and give you the same. Yautja do not romance in the traditional sense, but Fugitive makes an effort to decorate the skulls he gifts you, knowing you appreciate art and colors. He also makes sure to supply with drawing materials, interesting feathers, and the furs of animals he's hunted.
More selfishly, Fugitive will do things to flaunt his physical prowess and strength in order to impress you; as he would as a respectable Yautja male. He will bask in the attention you give him and be supremely satisfied whenever you are impressed by his multitude of abilities. Showing that he is a virile, healthy, and capable Yautja male is his life's mission, and Fugitive is addicted to your company. And especially all of the affections you give him (Even if he can't kiss for shit...).
In his downtime , Fugitive often spends his off days training, planning his next hunt, and honing his mental skills. He, like many other Yautja males, is a loner, and really only associates with others of his kind for specific ceremonies or festivals. It can translate in day-to-day life with him, and though he won't be reclusive or isolate, can be more reserved. Those quiet days of tranquility are very calming to his mind, and Fugitive is more than content with simply having your presence as well.
Yautja Prime is not somewhere Rogue frequents— For obvious reasons, namely you— but even Yautja need to return home every once in a while.
Rogue explained that the celebration was one he simply could not miss, and you were more than elated to tag along with him. He'd been stubborn at first, insisting you'd be in too great danger, but you'd countered that Yautja Prime allows prey species on her surface; and they need only be accompanied by a Yautja. Did it kinda make you feel like his pet? Yes, but if it meant getting a glimpse into the rich culture of the Yautja by attending a religious festival— It's worth it. At least you didn't have to wear a leash...
The celebration is in honor of Paya, the creation goddess. Yautja Prime is said to be the first land she created, pulled the first Yautja female from her soil, and populated the planet with all manner of veritable beasts. Paya then instituted the rules of the Hunt, the base of the Yautja Codex, and pulled the Yautja male out from the soil to accomplish this task. The festival, likewise, involves a series of hunts select Yautja males do to honor the goddess, and hopefully impress Yautja females for the next mating season.
Rogue wasn't participating in that activity this go around, but he was eager to introduce you to all manner of new foods and c'ntlip brewed from the source.
"Eyes down." Rogue clicks, catching you staring at another Yautja female; this one tall and lean, with rich magenta scales. You murmur a sheepish apology, the arm you have slung around his neck squeezing softly. He grunts in response, knowing that you're practically buzzing with excitement.
"I can't help it!" You protest impishly, "I hardly ever get to see Yautja females, because you suck at bagging them!"
Rogue quirks his brow, briefly confused by the colloquialism, but scowls when he understands. He comes to a halt, thankfully now in a less crowded part of the village. Yautja trickle past you two, some hissing his way, more flaring their mandibles at you. The threatening displays had started the second you disembarked his ship, now nothing more than white noise.
"Are you calling me incompetent?" He hisses, the translator in your ear crackling in the way that tells you it was the closest word to the one he actually used. You have to roll your lips in to avoid laughing.
"So what if I am?" You coo, shamelessly batting your eyelashes to which Rogue pulls the Yautja equivalent of an eyeroll. Then his expression turns mischievous, and he grazes his tusks through your hair, toying with the long strands.
"Yet I bagged you." He replies in turn, actually saying 'bagged' in your native language, the word somewhat garbled on his tongue. You laugh, pushing against his chest though your palm does nothing. Rogue breaks into the rolling chuffs of his laughter.
"Plus," He starts again, mandibles closing over his inner mouth in thought. His lime green eyes scour you up and down, two clawed fingers lifting to mess with your nose ring (to which you swat at his hand, muttering a quiet "Watch it"). Rogue seems to settle on his next words, rolling them carefully off his tongue:
"I am doing a favor since you're chopped."
Your jaw drops.
"When did you learn that!?"
Can I just say I love that you're doing this Yautja matchmaker thingy, this genuinely seems like so much fun! I hope I'm not super last minute, I know I'm like- doing this a day before it closes so sorry about that 😭
Im looking for a romantic/an or sexual partner, can be OC or Canon I have to gripes hehe 👀 I also don't have anything super specific in what I'm looking for, just a devout and protective Yautja.
🩷I think the attribute about me that a Yautja might not be very attracted to is I'm sensitive- but I just think there is such beauty in things like music, movies, animation, ect I can't help but get teary-eyed being able to experience human creativity and art OKAYYYY
🩷I LOVE spending time with my friends. I'm super social and definitely a big spender/gift giver when it comes to showing the people I care about how much I love them. Same with quality time. I could spend hours just talking with someone about their interests or our shared hobbies.
🩷A little about my hobbies is that I do art! Some writing, but I mostly do drawing and makeup! I'm also a goth so I like to do a lot of crazy makeup looks that get me some weird stares. [alt people unfortunately living in small conservative towns let me hear you 😔] I also like dancing and singing too! Am I any good at it?? Up for debate. But I'm having fun so 🤷♀️
Sorry if this is super long!! I hope you have a good evening, noon, or night wherever you are! 🩷🩷
@thecherrylady
Your match is...
Dek
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Ever the noble-hearted, Dek is a protector in every sense of the word. He is vigilant, loyal, and always ready to defend physically as the warrior he is. This Yautja often feels the need to prove himself, so he is constantly trying to better himself for his honor, his clan's, and most importantly: For you. Dek wants to be the one you trust and can rely on, the one at your beck and call. Years of training, trials, and tribulations have led to where he is now: Leader of a clan of his own, and he'd sooner damn himself than fail you in any way.
To Dek, you are the most special member of his clan. He'll deny picking favorites, but when pushed (especially by Thia), it's not hard to get him to admit his fondness for you. It... weirds him out. Not of you, of course, but just how disarmed and frazzled he gets because of how deeply he feels for you. He and his clan— and by extension, you— are constantly on the move, because there are not many places where such a ragtag team is tolerated for very long. This leads to a lot of time spent in small, close proximity which results in Dek's infatuation to only grow and grow over time. The closest relationship Dek can compare is his bond with Kwei, but even he is merely his brother while you are his partner. Companion. Lover. You teach Dek many words with foreign meanings. Yautja have love, but he prefers the way you describe it. He prefers the way you do things a lot.
Humans are strange, tiny prey creatures to a Yautja; even to Dek who is one of the smallest of his kin. It's a fact about his person that still somewhat bothers him, but he's assured in his behaviors and actions if it means he can still impress you. He knows that you don't judge him for his appearance, and secretly he is very thankful. Dek has insecurities that are deeply rooted, but he finds strength in your affirmations and caring nature. This Yautja is still somewhat antsy with how social and affable you are, but it's the same learning curve he had to overcome as he did with the chatterbox Thia. Dek can't get enough of your positive presence, and soon desires more of it. It helps that you're always willing to spend quality time with him too!
If there's one thing he is extremely interested in, it would be your makeup. Yautja sometimes "paint" themselves, but usually such markings are reserved for rituals or celebrations, and are often clan-specific. His clan doesn't partake in that particular practice, so he is doubly amazed to see what intricate patterns and colors you'll adorn yourself with any given day. Ask, and Dek will also do his best to get you new pigments, dyes, and tools should you run low— He is incredibly resourceful after all. He is selfless to a fault, so your propensity to give back is unheard of to him, but Dek quickly learns to accept and even appreciate all the small things you do and give him.
You're a sensitive soul, something that Dek is confused by but also strangely relates to. It's a trait that separates you from most, and like your style makes you alternative in more ways than one. He thinks it's weird that you connect so deeply with things that don't really concern you ("Why are you leaking water at these images?"), but it does charm him. You wear your heart on your sleeve, which Dek should logically think of as a weakness, but he knows he can protect it. Where you are soft, Dek will be hard. Where you are needy, Dek will provide. He is incredibly considerate, which if you tease him enough over, he'll show you just how willing he is to please...
Dek is far more reserved than you, opting to focus on the hunt or other daily tasks as opposed to letting time pass without getting things done. He likes to be busy and productive, and doesn't like stagnating or menial activities... Until, of course, you start to rub off on him. You like your leisure, and while Dek doesn't understand the shows you watch nor the music you listen to, he's more than eager to join you. He even entertains your desire to, well, entertain him with song and dance (two artforms Yautja don't really do). Keeping you happy and content is his life's mission, as any good, respectable Yautja male would for their lifemate.
Speaking of, when Dek pursued you, it was sudden and almost overwhelming. He'd spent many cycles hesitating and skirting the edge, but when his mind was made up, he just did it. Almost overnight, you find yourself with a vast collection of skulls and pelts that seemingly appeared out of thin air. Dek won't ever admit the lengths he went to retrieve all the mating gifts he did, but the exertion definitely shows. He's clever and smart, and he certainly has his ways. Moreover, Dek is suddenly very physically affectionate with you, and more receptive to your advances as well. It's like a switch was flipped in his biology, something ancient and primal that fills him with a need to please, to serve...
Dek's body is a furnace against your back, his thick arms wrapped tight around your middle like a pair of iron brands. You sigh contently when his lower mandibles brush your hair, reveling in the deep clicks that resound in his chest. His breathing is even, slow, and you know if you were to wiggle in his grasp, his face would be uncharacteristically lax.
Normally, you do not wake before him. Dek isn't a heavy sleeper nor do Yautja require as much sleep as humans. Often, he wakes before the dawn, but today you've beat him to the punch. Around you, the desert-like planet is still and quiet, masked under the purple gloaming. Though this world had been seldom awash with activity regardless, most worthy creatures far away in the more secluded areas. No particular reason or person woke you— Thia is powered down, Bud disappeared into the dunes two days ago— Sleep simply receded from your grasp.
You sigh again, hands drifting up the furs of your shared nest to rest over his large paws. On your side, one of his arms is beneath you, his palm facing up. Carefully as to not disturb him, you lace your fingers with Dek's, smiling into the pelt below you when he unconsciously grasps you. His grip is tight but not punishing, and your hand is swallowed by his, a heavy, familiar weight. Dek hadn't always been this... affectionate? Intimate? There's words you want to use but aren't sure if you can ascribe to the Yautja. They don't fit, at least not fully.
Behind you, Dek emits a low groan, his breath hot on the back of your head and tossing the more wispy strands of your hair. His arms squeeze you as he begins to stir, the hand that holds yours adjusting just so as to slot perfectly with yours.
"Easy, big guy." You murmur, shifting when his grip gets a little too
The Yautja's stare burns into the back of your skull, and he clicks something of an apology, his hold loosening. It's enough to allow you to roll over, scootching your body just enough to align yourself with him at eyelevel. Dek is massive compared to you; muscled like the most toned athlete, bulky like a powerlifter. His amber eyes are still dewy with sleep, but the longer you stare into them, the more awareness sharpens his gaze.
"Why are you up so early?" The ruddy-skinned Yautja asks, his mandibles clicking, and he glides one hand up to brush his knuckles against your cheek— The most tender he's ever been with you. You shrug, best you can laying down, and reply, "Just am."
Dek sits up, the pelt slung over him falling to his lap. He growls and clicks as he cracks the bones of his neck, his spine. You marvel at the sheer breadth of the Yautja, his matte scales dry from the heat, his long, tubular hair an inky mass in the darkness. You hadn't realized for a while that in dim or no light, Dek's eyes glow.
"Good morning." You whisper, as an afterthought, and Dek grunts again in response, already driven to his purpose on this planet. He always wakes with resolve, and given how his mandibles flex and shoulders roll: He's ready to start the day. It'll be the same as yesterday, most likely; long hours of tracking, trapping, and killing prey, rebounding at camp to note gathered resources, going out again. Today may even be occupied with wrangling Bud back— If you can find her.
Just as he's about to rise, your hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. Dek pauses, looking down at you with a curious expression. You feel almost silly under his heavy-browed, scrutinous look; like a child about to ask a dumb question.
"Stay? Just for the sunrise?" You ask, and Dek glances to the magenta horizon— No doubt mapping the locations of prey, itching for the action and thrill— and then he casts a look over at Thia, who is still unconscious. For a moment, you think that despite sharing your bed (and more), Dek will leave regardless. The Yautja makes up his mind with yet another grunt.
Dek lays back down beside you, above the pelts this time, but he offers an arm to you, your head finding the new pillow that is his bicep. The sunrise isn't even the best part.
First of all, congratulations on the 500 followers. I'd like to participate in the game and see what Yautja I'd get. So here's about myself:
Personality: I'm a happy go lucky girl who's optimistic, cheerful and very affectionate ( I love giving hugs and kisses and receiving them😊)though I'm also a bit spoiled (I'm the youngest in the family lol). I'm also funny and enjoy teasing and joking with people I feel comfortable with. However, I do tend to be stubborn and hot-headed sometimes plus as well as clumsy and a bit lazy.
My motto is 'work smarter, not harder' 😁
Likes: cuddles; food; sleeping in; reading; videogames; animals; family; fashion; being pampered (like I said, I'm a spoiled princess)
Dislikes: veggies; technology when it lags (not technology friendly and they make me lose my cool 😅); friend/family drama (don't mind watching it but don't want to be a part of it)
Dealbreakers/red flags: What I really hate the most if someone yells at me. I'm a bit sensitive, and doing that would make me distant to that person.
The relationship I'm looking for is romantic and sexual~
That's all! Let's see which Yautja will I get~
Your match is...
Fugitive
—⛓️💥—⛓️💥—⛓️💥—
As a Yautja far more inclined to be more on the kinder side, this handsome devil will be more than happy to treat you like the princess he thinks you are. He doesn't mind a little spoiling (Doesn't quite understand the concept; why shouldn't he lavish you with gifts?), but don't let it get to your head— Fugitive can be sly when he wants to be...
Unlike a majority of his kin, he sees humans in a more charitable light. Maybe it's due to his own human DNA, but he has never really seen your species as lesser or primitive. If anything, he has always been one to observe with rapt fascination, always mapping the curious similarities between Yautja and humans, and absolutely delighting in having you as his lifemate. This absolutely doesn't make him merciful or soft, so never be fearful of being in danger— With Fugitive around, that won't ever happen.
He values your companionship in a deeper way than most others, and sees your species' perceived "weaknesses" as unique traits; In body, mind, and spirit. This is what Fugitive finds captivating about you— Your difference from him, the small things that make you you. For example, Yautja are Not a touchy-feely, sentimental race; so when you pepper him with kisses and hug him with your face smushed against his chest, it's all incredibly foreign... Yet bewitching... and deliciously enticing...
(He attempts to "kiss" you, though it quickly becomes a mess of his tongue and spit all over your face as he virtually slobbers on you.)
It's endearing to see how you react when he gifts you skulls, exotic threads, and colorful pelts of animals you've never seen before. He admires your taste for both food and styles, and Fugitive will practically preen when you ask him questions about the beasts he encounters on his hunts. Your curiosity and interest in fauna reminds him of himself, which delights him.
When you light up in that way, when you smother him with Thank yous and those face kisses he loves, he relishes in the attention. Yautja males are expected to compete for a female's time, attention, and favor— But even then most only submit in order to breed and nothing more. So to have a mate like you, always so receptive to his courting gifts and craving his company? Fugitive must pinch himself, for he thinks he's dreaming. The general cheer and good nature you show him is too addictive.
Fugitive also likes your temper, finding it largely amusing, but he also likes to see that spark ignite inside you. While he can't promise he won't do things to purposefully stoke your fire, it isn't something he intentionally does often. Fugitive himself isn't quick to anger, and there really isn't much you can do to upset him in that way either. If anything, most of his annoyance and grumbling will result from being denied proximity to you:
"Allow me in the bathing room!" Your Yautja barks, the metal door jolting slightly as he slams his fist against it. Why he is so set on being in the room with you, you have no idea. It is so beyond any and all sense, you've decide its easier to just not question it. This isn't the first time Rogue had done this either.
"No!" You yell in response, actively doing your business, "You do not need to watch me pee!"
On the other side of the closed door, Rogue growls— An honest-to-God, upset growl that he usually reserves for particularly difficult hunts or when dealing with less-than-kind Yautja. The situation is so entirely absurd, you can't help but burst into giggles. His harsh growling devolves into curious, rolling clicks and you can practically see the thoughtful, pensive expression that must be on his face.
Then you hear him begin to purr, and a shiver runs down your spine. He's changed tactics, pressing all the right buttons that you so gladly allow him to press. Rogue knows you a bit too well, you reason, and his given nickname is starting to feel a bit too apt.
"Finish, then allow me in, little mate," Rogue chuffs from beyond the door, his claws scrapping down the metal, "I desire your sweet noises; Allow me to please you in the bath waters, so that you make more."
His honeyed words sends heat pooling straight to your belly, and you cast a forlorn glance at the bathing pool at the other side of the room. Memories of previous... jaunts in the bath warm the skin of your cheeks. There are technically other tasks to be fulfilled today, but it's still early— Enough time for your mate to do naughty things to you (even if he'll inevitably grumble about falling behind later).
With haste, you finish up and all but bolt to open the door.
For better or for worse, its stubbornness that is a shared quality between the two of you. When Fugitive has a goal in mind, there is very little that will sway him from it. He is a Yautja after all, and his kind is not known for surrendering in any way. Lucky for you, your optimism can be a pretty powerful tool against him, and for as much as he is a realist, if you say the right things it'll have him yielding and showing you the proper honors.
Speaking of, Fugitive is down to get nasty. He'd be classified as something of a freak. Sex to him is as thrilling as the Hunt, just as mentally and physically stimulating. He is exhilarated by all the tiny noises you make and wants to draw as many sweet little reactions from you as possible. He will beg for your affections, all but pleading for you to command him, use him for your pleasure— He is a very strong, virile male, you see, he can (and will) proudly satiate you!
Your body is just so different than his, and he will stop at nothing to discover all the ways he can ravish you. And he means All. Be prepared to try out sex positions you didn't even know were possible. He is insatiable and has a very high sex drive, spurned on by practically anything you do.
Though if Fugitive had to admit one thing... He secretly likes when you laze about like a saccharine cat, all soft and sleepy, in the mound of pelts and furs that make your shared nest. Already he is drawn by the sight of you curled up happily where he also sleeps, but it is another level if you are all lax and content— Even more so if you have just eaten a meal he hunted for. To know he provides for you deeply honors him.
It tickles some primal, animalistic urge inside him, seeing the tender curves of your body, the softness of your skin against a backdrop Yautja ingenuity— The fire that burns in his loins is practically unbearable, and if he were a younger male, he'd waste his spend at the very sight.
I'm a very sarcastic person who doesn't express emotions very well, and can frankly do without the fru fru that comes from a typical romantic relationship.
I don't believe in a nuclear family and find untraditional bonds and found-family to be more interesting and fulfilling.
What I look for in a partner in seriousness, loyalty, and competency. I do not require monogamy, but would prefer a partner that drops his side hustles if I ask.
I would like adventure with my relationship, taking on pursuits that challenge me. I'm very outdoorsy.
Deal breakers would be prolonged boredom, lack of respect, and slovenly behavior.
Your match is...
Tracker
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Of all the Super Predators, Tracker is the most lone wolf, individualistic, and even reclusive if no one else is around to interact with bother him. He prefers it that way, opting more for the company of his hounds than even his hunt brothers (Who tend to make jabs at his youth and inexperience, so why would he want to be near them?). Tracker does, however, find you to be less annoying enough to keep around, and even lets you into his pack.
As the resident dog handler, a lot of Tracker's time is devoted to his Hell Hounds, so he is often busy or otherwise occupied. If you want, you are more than welcome to join him in training or flushing out prey, but you better keep up. Tracker is fairly one-track minded when it comes to the hunt, but his dedication can be pretty endearing. You may have to use avant-garde methods of distraction in order to eek in time for yourself... Which Tracker is secretly happy to play along with.
You are a companion that makes Tracker pleasantly happy. He likes your wit and sardonic humor, as well as your tight hold on your emotions. His clan especially has very little patience when it comes to very human emotional outbursts, so Tracker appreciates that you are not like most others of your species. He also appreciates that you don't really expect anything "romantic" from him, as he would rather focus on honing your skills and training you so that you are able to hunt on your own, as well as beside him. And his Hell Hounds, of course.
Speaking of, the dogs are maybe the most important thing (besides you) to Tracker, and if you gain the trust and authority over his loyal companions; It basically means you've earned Tracker's respect as well. The Hell Hounds are vicious, territorial, and dominating— To be seen as a leader of their pack requires fortitude, a commanding presence, and strength. Once you prove you can reign over them, they are yours to command, and they see you as family. It is an ever-changing process, so you'll never get bored when you have Tracker and the Hell Hounds to contend with.
(That said, the dogs are, like most creatures, very food driven... let's just say you found a cheat code Tracker isn't too amused with.)
"Stay."
Tracker's gruff command feels it would be more appropriate for his Hell Hounds, but— to your mild annoyance— he's said it to you. Rolling your eyes, you don't bother looking up from the sinew you're dutifully wrapping around a knife hilt. The task is equal parts calming and mind-numbing, easy enough to let your mind wander. Then your brow furrows. A task that Tracker has given you. A job. Does he see me as one of his dogs...?
Whatever, you think, and then it passes your lips before you can stop it, "Woof!"
Tracker freezes, one foot halfway in the air. Your hands pause as you begin to realize what you just did. No way. That was meant to stay in the privacy of your head, alongside all the other thoughts you have about the Yautja, most of them fairly scandalous. He intrigues you more than his brothers, standing out like a sore thumb whenever they are together. You've begun to gather they are somewhat of jocks in comparison.
"I... I did not mean to do... that." You say, steeling yourself to look up at Tracker, thankful his mask is already on his face. His posture screams incredulity, which is mildly amusing, but you also hope you haven't made yourself sound too insane to him. Tracker already had something of a fit when he caught you rubbing the bellies of his Hell Hounds. He made it swiftly clear that Yautja do not lavish their pets with affection. Whatever. You still do.
Tracker doesn't reply, and just when you think he'll leave your outburst at "another ooman quirk", he starts to laugh. An honest-to-God laugh. Sure, it's technically the Yautja equivalent— rapid clicking of the tusks, throaty chuffing—but he is laughing. You didn't know he had a sense of humor, but clearly he found your sarcasm somewhat enjoyable. Tracker tilts his large head, whickering, and you feel very much like he's examining you as he did when you first met.
"Funny, ooman." The lumbering Yautja purrs, setting his broad, jungle green shoulders back as he straightens up. He turns on his heel just as he activates his cloak, disappearing into a translucent sheen in the air. You lose sight of him when he passes the edge of the campfire's light.
He'll be back in only a few hours, most likely. When he hunts at night, he makes it a point to return to your shared shelter in order to sleep at your side. You strain your ears, then smile widely when you hear the baying and howling of the Hell Hounds.
Tracker will be back even sooner.
Tracker is really socially inept, even by Yautja standards. He doesn't like socializing, being in big hunting parties, and lucky for you, is kinda a loser with Yautja females (i.e. no side hustles). He gets flack from this by Berserker and Falconer, and it often peeves him to no end, but you are a welcome escape when it gets too aggravating. His hunt brothers are neutral towards you, but their tolerance can wax and wane. Don't worry though, Tracker wouldn't let any harm come to you (even if he says he doesn't care.)
You are a valued member of his close circle, closer than even his brothers. He likes that you enjoy challenging yourself and spending plenty of time in the wilderness, as he does. Tracker also finds you a curious and interesting little specimen, so don't get too offended if he's caught staring or touching! He has an interest in all manner of beasts and creatures, and humans are no different— Even if he's killing most of them most of the time.
Except you, of course. Besides, his Hell Hounds like you too much.
➡️ Starting off, I'd say I have an ambiguous, but straightforward kind of personality. If somebody doesn't enjoy my company, I'd rather I'm informed about this as that's more honorable behaviour (in my opinion) than refusing to admit to one's apathy. It's cowardice.
I can get as serious as I like to joke around. Consideration for another human(oid) being will always be appreciated.
➡️ What I dislike: anonymity used for malicious purposes, slander, cowardice, heights and bloodsuckers
➡️ What I like: (mutual) respect, chatting, 🐟, 🐊, 🦖, 🐉, 'meaningful trophies' (no overconsumerism allowed in this house.)
➡️ 🚩/✔️: it's either me or my skull — no killing.
➡️ relationship type?: any (although romantic/platonic would be nice!)
I think that sums it up. Thank you and ggs!!
Your match is...
Wolf
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If there is one person in the universe that will go respect-for-respect for you, it's this big guy. He is no nonsense, dutiful, and driven— In more ways than one: From his strict adherence to the Yautja Codex to his partnership to you. He is always trying to better himself; to be the best Enforcer and Cleaner he can be, to the absolute best companion he can be for you.
He admires your strong moral compass and finds your empathetic nature to be equal parts endearing and curious. While he doesn't fully understand why you have so much concern for the wellbeing of other humans (Though, he supposes, Maybe it's just your species' sentimentality?), Wolf is attracted to your sense of duty and find you to be honorable, forthright, and confident. These are all traits he values, and to know a human that embodies them vicariously fills him with pride. The cultural differences between the two of you intrigue him, and though he isn't nearly as chatty as you, if you offer Wolf good conversations, he'll reciprocate.
If you two stay platonic, he will see you as an equal on hunts and other eliminating of infestations, if he is tasked to do so. Wolf will want you to assist him, as he thinks you are capable enough to do so (Your fear of heights might rear its head, but Wolf will only tease you with it once... maybe twice). He may butt heads with you if there are third party lives at stake— What you'd call innocent, he calls collateral— but if you are persistent, he'll do more to help those around you rather than just slay the kiande amedha. He admires your bravery, and will wonder forever how so much bravery can fit inside such (in comparison to him) a tiny creature. For him, you make things more interesting, tenfold.
As your romantic partner, he'd treat you virtually the same as he would if you stayed his hunt-partner. Wolf isn't the most outwardly affectionate and intimacy is Not his strong suit. And as an Elite, Wolf is older and therefore very by-the-book when it comes to Romance and Love (Such foreign concepts to him...), so he will act in accordance to how Yautja are supposed to behave with the one they intend to propose being lifemates with. It brings a level of rigid discipline and rules into the relationship (more for show than anything), but it also means Wolf is experienced, wise, and brings a level of maturity into the relationship other Yautja won't.
He is incredibly committed to you, and in accordance to Yautja social rules, will perform all the right and correct courting and mating rituals in order to keep your interest in being his lifemate (as any good Yautja male would). Be it displays of his strength or prowess or hunting and cooking your favorite fish or obeying a command should you give it, Wolf will happily do what he must in order to prove his worth to you. Likewise, he loves when you are considerate of him as well, and his guilty pleasure— Should you ever offer it— is massages (Old man behavior).
And part of his role as a respectable Yautja male includes courting gifts, so don't be too surprised to see you end up with a lot of (What he'd consider) meaningful skulls:
"Wolf! I don't need more Rjet skulls!" You cry in exasperation, gesturing to the near-full wall beside you. The newest addition in your hands, the ivory smooth and cool in your palms, might not even fit with the rest. You may have to wait until you are back on Yautja Prime, where his main trophy room has more space— Where he has dedicated a large swathe of it to you.
"Good hunt." Wolf shrugs in response, chuffing softly as he moves past you to begin undress, placing each piece of armor and weaponry back in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, which Wolf catches the tail-end of, and he growls lightly in response, his three tusks clicking together.
"Well, thank you very much anyways." Your genuine, heartfelt expression of gratitude makes Wolf whicker in delight, rising to his full height, now only clad in a loincloth. He'd never admit that he does it, but when you praise him, Wolf puffs his chest out and crosses his mottled green arms across his. The peacock...
"Come here." You murmur softly, expression softening as you beckon him with one hand, the Rjet skull tucked under your arm. Wolf obliges, clicking, and when he reaches you— Like clockwork— descends on one knee, leveling with you. You smile, cupping the side of his head. The scar tissue beneath your palm is a map of grooves, smooth at their peaks and rough in their depths. The pad of your thumb presses on the knuckle where his fourth mandible once was. Wolf's breath is hot on your fingers. He stares at you with one warm, amber eye and an unseeing milky one.
"You honor me." You say, knowing they are the most important words you can say, and Wolf's eyes flutter shut as he presses his forehead, hot and glossy, to yours.
This is what he does it for.
I'm a very quiet person when I'm not close to someone, but I turn into a complete chatterbox when I have intimacy. I love reading and drawing in my free time, and sometimes I try to cook a recipe I find. I'm looking for a closed and long-lasting relationship. I'm a very attached person and sometimes a bit too sentimental, but I also know how to set limits on my sentimentalism.I like people who notice the smallest details of my being. Those who understand my need for touch in difficult moments or simply out of craving in a random moment. Especially hugs or simply playing with their fingers while I'm distracted or bored.I'm looking for a relationship that's both romantic and sexual. Both in the right measure. I don't like it when people try to force intimacy or physical contact when I don't want it, because I feel suffocated. I'm also a sensitive person from time to time. A single action sometimes can ruin my mood for a long time. I certainly wouldn't get involved with someone who doesn't know how to handle my physical contact or doesn't seek a monogamous relationship. Sometimes I have difficulty expressing myself with words and I show my feelings with small actions. Lack of respect or clear lack of interest are things that make me stay far away.
(I don't care about gender)
Your match is...
Ghost
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Despite being the youngest of the Lost Tribe, Ghost is one of the more mature ones. He may be a Youngblood, but he isn't a fool nor is he one to allow himself to be driven by base instincts and strong emotions— He works very hard to be stoic, efficient, and deadly to his prey. Ghost, however, is still quite adventurous, and likes to experiment in more ways than one. Most recently, his latest fixation has been the little human he's latched on to so intently...
You are a very vexing creature. At some points, you are so loud and chatter so consistently that Ghost thinks he may need to muzzle you (This is a hunt, not a celebration!). At others, you are so silent that even a Yautja would not be able to sense you with their sensitive ears and honed eyesight. It is quite amusing to see how you oscillate between the two extremes, especially when you begin to warm up to him. Ghost likes that you are no longer frightened by him, and takes some pride in how well his courting gifts have worked!
That's right! Ghost is absolutely smitten with you. Of course, he would never use that word in particular, but the Yautja makes is painfully obvious his intentions with you. You are an interesting creature to study (and Ghost has been studying), and you are even more intriguing to interact with. At the beginning, Ghost observed you from afar, mapping out your schedule, following your every move, trailing you like a shadow. He learns everything he can about you; noting how sentimental you are, what foods you enjoy, the activities you like to partake in. Ghost isn't nearly the mellow soul you are, but he is quite the giver. Using his exceptional hunting skills, he will ensure you are given the best pieces of meat he can find— And the most beautiful skull.
(It's not the... best meet-cute, but at least Ghost did what he could to make himself as non-threatening as possible. It kinda worked.)
That's it. You're going to the administrative office first thing in the morning and filing a formal complaint.
You sidestep the neat pile of bones on your doorstep, carefully navigating around it despite the anger burning in your chest, and slip into your apartment. The lock clicks when you gently pull the door closed. Standing with your back to the smooth, metal wall of your home, you sigh deeply. Then you open the door and eagerly snatch up the skull atop the pile, making an internal note to grab the smaller, more delicate bones later.
This time it was the skull of some type of carnivore. The time before that there was a skin of metal feathers and strange, powdery pigments of all colors. Before that was an entire corpse of a pig-like creature. Not a single animal resident to the colony base nor native to Metis 4 at large. It baffled officers you showed, unnerved you deeply, and you were left with no answers.
... The pig thing's meat was really good sautéed, though. And the powders made great inks.
Holding the skull in your palms takes two hands. It isn't exceptionally large, but it's long: A cranium with a prominent sagittal crest, forward set eye sockets, an extended snout. Long, sharp canine teeth jut out from the jaw, and whoever delivered it seemingly replaced the molar teeth with odd, yet bright, gems. Compared to the other offerings left at your doorstep, this one is by far the most intricate.
You hum, admiring it despite yourself. Part of you thinks you should keep being peeved and demand justice, even if that means going through mind-numbing bureaucracy. The other part of you is... oddly flattered, even taking it as a compliment. Your secret admirer certainly had taste, and given how they'd left things very useful to you, were also observant and considerate. Plus, whatever was happening now was the most exciting thing to happen to you on Metis 4 in years.
"Okay." You breathe, mostly to yourself, but the unseen presence in your apartment takes it as affirmation of his efforts...
Your head snaps up at a soft clicking that sounds from somewhere above you. It's rhythmic, not anything you've heard before and certainly not a noise anything in your home would make. Frantic, your eyes scan over your home— the boxed in kitchen, empty living room, hallway leading to your bedroom— and your breath catches in your throat when you look up. The rafters of your building are present in each unit, and perched on the ones above you the air... shimmers.
It's like how heat can warp the atmosphere. There is a shape, humanoid almost, that is translucent, glimmering like water or diamonds when it moves. You gasp when you realize is looking right at you.
In one swift movement, the specter drops from the ceiling, landing mere yards away from you with a thud. It is hunched over, then unfurling slowly, light refracting off it strangely. You can see through it's impossibly tall body. The clicking resounds, coming from the mass before you. It sounds... curious?
Before you can think to call for help, a small noise of technology results in the figure becoming real. The translucence fades away in cells that scatter to show dark flesh and obviously non-human features. You are greeted by a scaled, brawny chest, alien armor, corded muscles on long legs and thick arms. He— that pronoun seems accurate— flexes, rolling his broad shoulders and squeezing his hands into fists. He has clawed fingers. Long, dark tubular hair. A gunmetal gray mask of sorts obscures his face. You don't want to know what he looks like underneath.
He's so unbelievably frightening. Your heart pounds in your chest, yet your body doesn't scream at you to run. He takes a step forward, whickering and tilting his head, and the tools and weapons he has lining his belt click together softly. Then it hits you. The skull in your hands. The feathers. The paint.
"Have... Have you given me these things?" Voice wavering only slightly, your wide eyed stare drops to your hands, then to the other gifts, then back to him. The creature trills in delight, dipping his head twice with great enthusiasm, and bizarrely he reminds you of an over-eager dog showing its owner a new trick. Even more bizarrely, all your fear washes away. If he'd intended on harming you— With the circular blade at his hip, he could do insane damage— he would've done so. You think. You hope.
"Um... well," The words dry up on your tongue and suddenly your face is very warm. Of course, just of course— Leave it to you to feel all warm and fuzzy for someone who gives you corpses and breaks into your home. And that someone happens to be an alien species. The creature clicks again, this time saying something judging how the clicks roll and are periodically interrupted by grunts, but you can't understand him.
"Thank you, it is really pretty." You say, genuinely, and he trills again, clearly pleased with your answer. He gestures with a pointed claw to the other gifts, grunting, and you nod, smiling softly, "Those are pretty too, yes."
:: You... pretty... thing—:: The crackling, modulated intonations of the tech he wears distorts audio of your own voice and parrots it. The beast whickers and clicks, standing straighter and puffing his chest like a bird displaying its feathers. He coos softly— A new, very tender sound for such a formidable creature— and you are stricken with a sudden, hot feeling in your chest.
Oh my God. He's flirting.
... It's going to be a very long night.
He is a risk taker. Many Yautja like the relative solitude of the hunt, but Ghost seeks an extra challenge; whether that be navigating the very centers of kiande amedha hives or lurking through bustling, busy settlements of other intelligent life. He likes chaos and embraces the hazards that can come along with being so exposed. Never does he feel vulnerable, but Ghost is something of an adrenaline junkie. You may find this aspect of his character to be overwhelming or even worrying, but Ghost urges you to trust in him. He may take risks and be overly ambitious, but he knows and recognizes his limits; he isn't reckless, least of all when he has you to provide for.
As a partner, Ghost uses his cunning to draw out all your secrets and desires. He is very bold, but not pushy, and is so driven by honoring you that you are often confused by how compliant he can be with you. Like any Yautja male, Ghost is completely indebted to the one he pursues, so you have the reins in your hands often. If you can't find the words for what you want, Ghost will stop at nothing to decipher your messages. If you need space, Ghost will relent. Ghost is also bemused by how possessive you are of him. Strict monogamy isn't unheard of in Yautja circles, but it is rare. Even the closest of Yautja bonded pairs will sometimes take partners outside of their lifemates, if only for breeding with a specific purpose. Ghost doesn't mind though: You are all he needs.
He can be very physical, if you want him to be. Ghost insists upon approaching life with regal impassivity, but he is quick to drop the facade when it comes to the tiny human at his side. He likes to lounge, and has no problem with wasting away a day if it meant being with you. Ghost likes when you saddle up next to him, play with his hands or his locs, as how different your own fingers are to his always captivates him. You are also such a small, soft body next to his, and it drives him a little wild each time. Yautja aren't often physically affectionate in this way, and humans have so many cues and tells that Ghost only wishes to master all of them.
