This just came out so he doesn't have a name yet but if he does lmk. For now I'm calling him P3, aka predator 3 or pilot 3
You walked down the winding path that was deep within the bowels of the airship you recently began calling home, your heart pounding as each step was a step closer to being discovered by him... The one eyed yautja who brought you aboard.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you heard the familiar hiss of the doors opening and shutting as someone had walked through. Taking the chance to hide, you turned a corner, only to be met with the farm planes of a body that had endured years and years of physical combat and hard labor.
"Little bird...." he clicked, peering down at you with his single eye, the other hidden by a metallic eyepatch he wore to hide his disfigurement
A scream leapt out of your throat as he tackled you with gentle hands, his large hands gripping your sides as you squealed.
"I can smell you all around the ship little bird you cannot hide from me" he purrs, nuzzling against your cheek.
The only way you could even understand this beast was because of the earrings he had gifted you when he first took you aboard, they glistened red as each word he spoke was translated instantly into your ears.
"I only hoped to beat last times record of 10 minutes of hiding" you chuckled as he lifts you into his arms. Though he was smaller than others, he was still quite large to you.
"Perhaps do not leave a trail for me to follow," he says, walking down to the main deck of the ship
"I did no such thing," you huffed, leaning your cheek onto his head
"You dropped your shoes, meaning I could follow the faint heat of your foot prints. The ship is metal my birdie, I merely allowed you to be out of arms reach for the thrill of the hunt."
You huff, rolling your eyes as he sets you down in the chair next to the pilots seat.
"It's not really fair I go in blind without weapons and fancy gadgets, yet you have every trinket within your wrist that could find me within seconds!"
"It is fair as my race is able to create said gadgets. When I first found you, you claimed to not even think beyond that thing you called...a...a..-"
"A city"
"If that is what it is then yes, a city"
"I would've never imagined being in space, seeing the stars!" you exclaimed, spinning in the small chair, " You showed me the sun! Your home!"
"All that fascinates you? I do this weekly"
"And for me to be here...with you.."
He turns looking at you, if he could smile he'd be smiling.
"I enjoy having you here little bird."
Little bird... the name he gave you when he saw you, you had a large feather in your cap, since you were on your way to the dance club with some of your friends, but your cab had broken down by the corn fields. You would've never imagined seeing an alien space ship in front of you. Your cab driver had taken noticed and stepped in between you and the large creature that stepped off, bat in hand.
A weapon.
After watching the cab driver being tossed clear across the road with not even the flick of P3's wrist, you cried and begged for your life. Yet, P3 looked at you with that soft gaze, kneeling in front of you, he pressed his fingers to the large feather in your hat, his touch going down its length as its bristles smoothed, and then slowly went back into place.
Throwing you over his shoulder, he took your screaming and kicking self onto his ship and flew off into space. No worthy prey he later told you, but had found something much better.
Your first couple of nights with him were...awkward...
He desperately tried to get these earrings on you as gently as he could.
He held out these two black and red earrings, one in each hand as he slowly knelt down and tried to walk over to you. He doesn't have ears so it was hard to show you what he was trying to do. You swung on him, it didn't do anything. He snarled, bucking his face closer, his one eye scanning your fearful face as you whimpered.
He slowly, hooked the earring to your left ear, and then your right, thank goodness your ears were pierced, it could've been way worse.
He scoots back, sitting on the back of his calves, he brings his wrist up and begins to tap into the little device on his arm. The earrings buzzed to life, as his mandibles moved around the metal piece on his mouth, something to help him breathe when he's high up in the air.
"Little bird..." he growls in his native tongue, but in your ears, clear English.
It was a learning process to you, following him around like a tiny pet. You found yourself never more than 5 feet from him out of fear and respect. The other yautja, the term they call themselves, poked and prodded the small human with mischievous chuckles and chirps. He never defended you, and he never said anything. He would pick you up and carry you to his next task.
You'd come to learn that his home was his ship, at night he slept in his bed, your hammock hanging over him as he slept, so that if anyone were to try and harm you, he'd be ready.
Feelings can blossom in the oddest of places, at first you ignored them, didn't look at him, he was your captor for crying out loud! But he would often send off to get chickens and cows to feed you, thought he was a bit put off by the fact you ate cooked meat, he made it work.
For him, he felt awkward, he wasn't the largest yautja with the most honor...He often thought he was beyond these foolish feelings of being tied to someone for life, but he often caught you stealing glances while he flew from one port to another, how your hand was always close to his, a touch of skin only a breath away yet, both of you were too afraid to breathe.
Would he kill me for even thinking about him in that way?
Would she ever see him beyond the creature that stole her away and kept her?
The night it all changed, you looked over the side of your hammock to see if he was asleep, instead your eyes met his, and his large hands reached up, one on the underside of your hammock as he pushed you out of it into his other hand, catching you and pulling you down to him within his bed.
Quietly without a fuss, you curled up into his side.
Baron Birthday Bash (click the image for better quality. Tumblr when I get you)
I had fun drawing this for a dear friend of mine. I also discovered a lot when I went to draw him. Like how he has a bigger right side than left side. And his right side has more spikes, while the left is nearly bald. Baron what happen?
