Chapter 10

I was quiet on one of the trees enjoying the company of my trophies, I was just cleaning up when a trait from the mask detects me that a human's beats are increasing.

The only ooman I know is her, looking in her direction I notice that her heartbeats have increased but that she is slowly drowning in her own tank, what the heck ... with quick steps and a single jump I find myself in front of her and with one hand I begin to pull it up.

Fortunately she was still alive, what I did not expect were her eyes, she seemed to see me and she clung to me like a leech, but I certainly cannot deny the effect she is causing me, her hug, her touch on my skin and her wet body all over me, it seems like she doesn't know what she's risking.

While she was passed out, my whole body began to vibrate, longing for something darker and more carnal, I know her body would break at the slightest pressure, but I wouldn't mind trying to hear her screams any other way, if not for fear maybe for something else.

However, returning to reality and appealing to all my willpower, I take her in my arms and put her on her bed, cover her and go back out into the night among the trees, surely I would not have been with her in the same room.

I have had females to procreate, but I never thought of being with one forever or in any case it didn't seem like the moment yet, the thrill of the hunt was still to be discovered.

I also heard that between ooman there is pleasure and passion in the moment of sexual intercourse, how strange between my species there is none of this, indeed you just have to be careful not to get killed by the female you aimed at eyes, but there are those who have even observed ooman in the moment of intercourse and enjoyed it, but also claimed to have been intrigued by them.

They told me that among them there are screams and contortions, but nothing that can mean fear or death just pleasure ... ... mmmh the pleasure that I know and only one, that is to chase a prey and have his head in my hand, at the very thought I begin to purr.

But anyway my Kv'var ( hunt ) , the real one has yet to begin, there are few moons left, but in the meantime I have to understand what this ooman is so special or strange, but I certainly cannot deny my curiosity about her.

Being that she is quite a strong female and despite not having the sight she still knows how to hunt and stay cool in difficult situations, well she would not be in the least honorable to have her next to me and have pups.

At the mere thought of, more purrs coming and my ego is also filling up with pride and desire.

As I said, the ooman Lou-dte-kale ( female) has a lot of Yin'tekai ( honor ) and courage to sell, I have to admit this, who knows how she would behave on my planet ... between thoughts and imaginations I went back to doing what I did before, the ritual of cleaning my trophies, of my armor and weapons, enjoying the silence of the night and waiting for the next day.

The next morning I was ready for our chat, but the ooman as always needs more rest than my species, but at least I could still observe her, look at her body and features.

Until I notice that she is about to wake up, she gets up stretching and then remains silent to listen, I understand that she has noticed my presence, her heartbeats have started to beat faster again and she began to speak.

"First of all get out of my room and let me get dressed and then we'll talk about it. Oh ..and make yourself comfortable because there will be a lot to talk about."

The way she spoke to me bothers me, but she will have a way to apologize, one way or another, I stood like that for a second watching her carefully and with a little growl I turned and walked back out into the open air.

S'yuit-de ( Pathetic ) ooman ... what to be ashamed of when I had already seen and touched her nakedness, well a part, but still there was no need to do the whole scene, but I can't help it, as I always thought theirs mood swings and facial expressions for me are a far from understanding them as well as their feelings and emotions.

But maybe I'm wrong and maybe we are more similar than I think .. but the fact remains that our species are different on many aspects, but the curiosity I have about her is too much and I think the same is true for her.

Shortly after my reflections and thoughts here she comes, as always with her usual hunting "armor", her bow and arrows, I don't think I've ever seen her so close, so proud and self-confident, what courage .

Now it was my turn to speak and understand for once what the heck was going on, I took a deep breath and spoke in a calm voice.

"Explain ooman! How come you know who I am, what I am and why you are not afraid of me?"

"I don't know .. I don't know how to explain, where to start or ..."

She too took a deep breath and started walking, I followed her and waited impatiently for her story.

" There is this recurring dream that repeats itself almost every night. It all started exactly one year ago, but as always the ending is always the same, I can't change the course of history. I knew of your arrival, I know of your mission and I know when your real hunt will begin and I also know when you will die. This last part, in the dream I always try to save you, but I never arrive in time. I know it may sound strange to you, but you have to believe me, I have no reason to lie to you. Also you saw for yourself, when I was in the tub, that something was wrong. By now you have understood that I am blind, but when I opened my eyes again upon awakening, I saw you, I know the mark you have on your mask, your golden armor and your appearance. I could help you in the hunt, even just maybe take you to them or ... "

I had enough so I let out a roar as loud as I could interrupting her monologue and her stupid story, although I don't deny that she is right about some things, like she knows what armor I'm wearing, the brand and besides, I realized that something didn't go when I got her out of the bathtub.

But what should all this mean to me? What do you mean she knows about my death, the hunt and everything else? no one had ever told me that ooman can have weird 'powers' or .. but what the heck does that mean, I was really getting irritated and starting to get frustrated and I was also continually growling and observing this strange female. what should I do? Kill her or ... something occurred to me though.

I remember that when I was 'young' and an inexperienced hunter, there was an old elder, very ancient, they said he was many centuries old and that by now he no longer held accountable for his actions and what he said.

When he spoke he said a lot of nonsense and rumors, of the kind that long ago, about our ancestors when they went to earth for their chiva, they came into contact with a more advanced, stronger and more intelligent civilization and that if a hunter was been chosen to be with one of these 'Guardians' or 'Sentinels of the light' you would have lived much longer and your strength would have been unmatched.

Every time he talked and told his 'stories' we all laughed at him, teased him, never giving weight to his rumors, who would ever think of a union between a ooman female with one of our species..bah ... but now that I am here in front of her, a blind female, but still strong and courageous, that she is not one of these 'guardians'?

The last story I remember, before he left our world to go with Centaus ( god of death ), said that these 'sentinels of the light' could still exist. It is known that everything is handed down between ancestors, as it has always been and according to him, among the ooman of this time, there will surely be descendants who would have in their being the strength and 'power' of their ancestors.

Could it be her? mmmh ... that there is something more that I don't know or that maybe she herself is a trap? How I wished that crazy elder was still alive or at least asked him more.

How is it possible that only he knew all this? Something does not come back to me, but surely I do not need a female to help me in my hunting or to be careful, if it is destiny that I perish then I will die with honor but first taking all their heads.

This made me excited, the idea of the hunt that was to arrive made me feel as excited as at my first trophy obtained with strength and blood.

First, however, I have to deal with this woman, who has remained where she belongs, in front of me and motionless, I only feel her heart beating a little stronger than before and waiting for my answer. 

Continuing to observe her I can't help but think about her attitude, her moods are so calm in my presence and even though I roar, growl and remain silent for many minutes, she is still there waiting for something from me, she looks calm, but I wonder if I should ever get close to her until I can touch her what would happen? And why is there this constant curiosity and desire to hear her scream? 

What exactly do I want from her? What I know is that her courage and knowing how to hunt despite being blind, I admire her as much, as much as I would like to teach her to hunt better, maybe hone her skills and her senses and maybe learn myself how it is possible that a ooman as she is so desirable. 

I don't think I have much choice, I think she can still be useful in some way, then I still have time to teach her more about hunting and trapping and I don't think she would leave me very alone, I have a feeling that our roads will always cross in one way or another.

"Ooman, you know how to be strong and brave, but I wonder if you want to hone your skills more? And maybe hunt with me?", I paused a little trying to have the right words and that they are clear.

"Your dreams are very interesting, but I'm not going to tell you that I don't believe them, I just think it's something bigger than us, I'm not that old yet to be so wise. But I can tell you that I care about you a lot more than I can admit and I was wondering what would happen if I ever want you more than the hunt itself? "

Having said that, now I was waiting for his answer, but here is a reaction that I did not expect.

She looked up at me and began to approach me, one step at a time, and with every step her heart was beating faster, she finally reached a few inches from me, she took a deep breath as if she were going to dive into deep water, but I soon realized that she was trying to raise my H'dui'se ( scent ) .

I remained motionless in my position letting it do what she wanted to do, just to see how far she wanted to go and shortly after other glances she raised her arms and I saw her hands resting delicately like a feather on my chest and in a thin voice she said: "I would be truly Yin'tekai ( honor ) to be able to Kv'var ( hunt ) with you , Arok . Also my name is Hope, now you might as well call me by name." 

I noticed that she is very pleased, but I was surprised that she knew something about my language, that weird ooman and her name is also very unusual.  However our lesson had yet to begin but she had to know that H'chak ( pity ) and patience are not one of my best skills.

"So be it Hope ... but mind you, it won't be easy to keep up with me. You'll have to learn quickly."

So finally I could have her closer to me and maybe find out why I have all this desire to touch her and go beyond the law imposed by our species, that is not to get close or have intimate relationships with a ooman, but I really want to break every rule with her ... this ooman will lead me to destruction if I am not careful anymore.