Rivers Run Deep
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
11,220
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rivers Run Deep
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator El, other unrelated human characters, and the character names of the predators Imade up, the concept of predator do not belong to me.
Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.
WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR
BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please
don't offend yourself by reading further.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
Email: jemstone5
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
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Rivers Run Deep
Chapter 1
Yautja. The very word alone strikes fear into the hearts of those who know what the word represents. On some worlds it means Harvester of Souls, on another, it means Death Stalker, on another it means, Wave of Death. The theme is much the same to all space faring races, and when it is said, all know one thing. RUN.
The Yautja are the most feared race in all the galaxy. Their life style is that of nomadic tribes, dozens of ships that toured around the cosmos, sometimes meeting others, sometimes not. The males of the race are conditioned since puberty, to fight. Their bodies built of hard muscle, their flesh hard and smooth. The males have a temper only rivaled by that of a vengeful god, yet they love, like any other sentient species.
They love with all their hearts, their instinct to reproduce driven by the knowledge that at anytime when they leave on a hunt, they may never come back. Their protectiveness over their females is only comparable to a Stallion over his mares, only far more vicious.
And when a male loses his life mate, the pain of the loss is sometimes almost unbearable. Some males bounce back quickly. Seeking the comfort of the females of the ship who wish to ease his pain, and soon find a new life partner. But when a male loses his mate, and her offspring in childbirth, there is no consoling the heartache.
Such is the case with Ver’On. A blooded warrior of many years, honored among his clan. The only one who could ease his rage was his mate Uni. They had matted permanently some years before, but for some reason she had trouble conceiving. Finally they discovered that she was to have his child, only on the day of the child’s premature birth, she died, the child along with her.
Ver’On put the tiny lock of hair on the console once more.
His heart ached so deep in his chest he’d sought to fight to try and free it. Nearly killing several unbloods. The elders of the ship ordered him to leave, and only return when his heart was healed. Faced with never seeing his clan again, he took only his weapons, his collection of trophies, the lock of hair that Uni had given him on the day of their first mating, and the knowledge that she and their child were dead. He would never return. What he loved there was gone. His people could not appease him, the females could not console him, and the warriors refused to allow him to try and kill them.
He’d been sailing through space for many months, stopping along the way on different planets to hunt for food and trophies. But as he would polish each skull and hang it on the wall, he would think back to how Uni would trill at his return with such trophies as these.
He took out his knife once more, turning the tip of the blade in his palm. How could his people understand? They didn’t love like he did. Uni could have her pick of any of the males on the ship, but she chose him, spurning many hearts in the process. He remembered the feel of her body around him, the first night he took her. The tightness of her skin, the smell of her neck.
A sudden pain pulled him from his musings. He’d driven the knife through his hand again. He pulled it free, tossing it aside, wrapping his hand in a cloth. Why couldn’t he cry? The females cried at the loss of their mates, at the birth of their offspring, at the delight of being loved. Why couldn’t he cry?
“Warriors don’t cry Ver’On.” He told himself, remembering his father’s words. “To do so is weak. And females do not want weak.” He left his post, and took his treasure with him, placing it in a pouch on his belt, as he headed for his medical supplies. This was the fifth time he’d run the blade through his hand, and never felt it till the blade could go no further. He spread the healing ointment over the wounds, then wrapped his hand in gauze to let it heal.
A beeping sound from the forward con brought his attention and presents back to the con. He pressed a few buttons, and gazed at the information. The Blue Planet was displayed on the holographic star chart before him. Many a hunter would go there and collect the valuable ooman skulls. He had a few of his own. How long ago was he there last? Too long if he had to think about it.
He pressed a few more buttons, changing the course of the shuttle. He then went to the back to prepare his weapons. He hadn’t been planning to return to the little blue world. But since he was only a few weeks away, he’d go. Perhaps he’d find suitable hunting. His old ooman skulls looked lonely hanging on his wall.
He’d be there soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator El, other unrelated human characters, and the character names of the predators Imade up, the concept of predator do not belong to me.
Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.
WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR
BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please
don't offend yourself by reading further.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
Email: jemstone5
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
==========================================================
Rivers Run Deep
Chapter 1
Yautja. The very word alone strikes fear into the hearts of those who know what the word represents. On some worlds it means Harvester of Souls, on another, it means Death Stalker, on another it means, Wave of Death. The theme is much the same to all space faring races, and when it is said, all know one thing. RUN.
The Yautja are the most feared race in all the galaxy. Their life style is that of nomadic tribes, dozens of ships that toured around the cosmos, sometimes meeting others, sometimes not. The males of the race are conditioned since puberty, to fight. Their bodies built of hard muscle, their flesh hard and smooth. The males have a temper only rivaled by that of a vengeful god, yet they love, like any other sentient species.
They love with all their hearts, their instinct to reproduce driven by the knowledge that at anytime when they leave on a hunt, they may never come back. Their protectiveness over their females is only comparable to a Stallion over his mares, only far more vicious.
And when a male loses his life mate, the pain of the loss is sometimes almost unbearable. Some males bounce back quickly. Seeking the comfort of the females of the ship who wish to ease his pain, and soon find a new life partner. But when a male loses his mate, and her offspring in childbirth, there is no consoling the heartache.
Such is the case with Ver’On. A blooded warrior of many years, honored among his clan. The only one who could ease his rage was his mate Uni. They had matted permanently some years before, but for some reason she had trouble conceiving. Finally they discovered that she was to have his child, only on the day of the child’s premature birth, she died, the child along with her.
Ver’On put the tiny lock of hair on the console once more.
His heart ached so deep in his chest he’d sought to fight to try and free it. Nearly killing several unbloods. The elders of the ship ordered him to leave, and only return when his heart was healed. Faced with never seeing his clan again, he took only his weapons, his collection of trophies, the lock of hair that Uni had given him on the day of their first mating, and the knowledge that she and their child were dead. He would never return. What he loved there was gone. His people could not appease him, the females could not console him, and the warriors refused to allow him to try and kill them.
He’d been sailing through space for many months, stopping along the way on different planets to hunt for food and trophies. But as he would polish each skull and hang it on the wall, he would think back to how Uni would trill at his return with such trophies as these.
He took out his knife once more, turning the tip of the blade in his palm. How could his people understand? They didn’t love like he did. Uni could have her pick of any of the males on the ship, but she chose him, spurning many hearts in the process. He remembered the feel of her body around him, the first night he took her. The tightness of her skin, the smell of her neck.
A sudden pain pulled him from his musings. He’d driven the knife through his hand again. He pulled it free, tossing it aside, wrapping his hand in a cloth. Why couldn’t he cry? The females cried at the loss of their mates, at the birth of their offspring, at the delight of being loved. Why couldn’t he cry?
“Warriors don’t cry Ver’On.” He told himself, remembering his father’s words. “To do so is weak. And females do not want weak.” He left his post, and took his treasure with him, placing it in a pouch on his belt, as he headed for his medical supplies. This was the fifth time he’d run the blade through his hand, and never felt it till the blade could go no further. He spread the healing ointment over the wounds, then wrapped his hand in gauze to let it heal.
A beeping sound from the forward con brought his attention and presents back to the con. He pressed a few buttons, and gazed at the information. The Blue Planet was displayed on the holographic star chart before him. Many a hunter would go there and collect the valuable ooman skulls. He had a few of his own. How long ago was he there last? Too long if he had to think about it.
He pressed a few more buttons, changing the course of the shuttle. He then went to the back to prepare his weapons. He hadn’t been planning to return to the little blue world. But since he was only a few weeks away, he’d go. Perhaps he’d find suitable hunting. His old ooman skulls looked lonely hanging on his wall.
He’d be there soon.