Fuzzies

Useful info;



'>' : indicates a dream sequence



Pronunciations:



Veriea: Verr-ree-a(i)



Ver’ei’a: Veh-e-ah



Forenien: For-en-ee-en



Vocabulary:



Kainde Amedha: hard meat/ xenomorph



Gaun-Thwei: night blood



Chiva: trial/ test



Setg’in kwei: tricky/ quick



Pyode Amedha: soft meat/ human (ooman)



Yeyinde: brave one



Pauk: fuck



Ell-osde c’jit: damn you



C’jit: damn/ shit/ general expletive



Pauk’de: fucking/ fucker



Hulij-bpe: crazy



Mei’hswei: brother (also use between close companions/clan mates)



Enjoy the story ; P







= Chapter 4 – Dreams and New Friends =







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The kainde amedha reared it’s head and screeched. She snarled in return and swiftly detached its head from its shoulders.



“Didn’t get me that time you hell beast!” She growled as its body seemed to collapse in on itself. She lifted her head and howled in triumph.



Another voice called.



“There you are, you bad girl.”



Her blood froze as a pair of hands grabbed her roughly, turning her to face the one person she feared above all others.



“The humans are looking for you.”



She saw that cruel smile.



“Let’s see what they do to you this time, huh? Then we’ll see how we can improve on it…”



She tried to run but he wouldn’t let go, then suddenly she was falling down into the dark….



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With a heavy ‘thud’, she woke up.



She leapt to her feet, breathing hard, her eyes darting around the dark room looking for danger. A stab of pain in her stomach forced her to remember where she was and especially what had happened to her. She clutched at her belly and her hand came away wet.



Great. She’d torn open the still healing wound.



She pressed her hand back to the tear and used her magic to heal the damage her unnecessary panic and ungraceful exit from the make-shift bed had done. She eyed the still swinging hammock; so much for a high place making her feel safe.



She was tired, especially after using her magic to re-heal the now fully healed wound but she was afraid to go back to sleep, to see that face again…It was easier to face her fears when awake, in the light of day; when she was asleep she was helpless. Absently she stroked her finger tips across her stomach. She thought of Silvashadow, who could have healed the wound near effortlessly, without leaving the scar she now bore.



A tear slid down her furry cheek.



Silvashadow.



Her one true friend from her past, from the beginning, or at least one of her beginnings. She had never thought she would make it to 15, not after They caught them; she bore the scars, memories, everlasting reminders. Veriea could still remember the look of determination on her friend’s face as Silva had tried to fight a way back to her, the tears in her best friend’s large yellow eyes as they refused to believe that it was too late to save her. Before everything had gone dark for Veriea, she remembered seeing Silva being dragged to safety by another of their companions, his normally bright blue eyes dulled by the grief he felt for the friend he believed dead and lost.



Silvashadow; separated from Veriea by time and species but still the other half of her soul.



Veriea realized she was crying as the memories faded back into the dark recesses of her mind. They would come back to haunt her some other time.



She heard the soft sounds of breath and remembered about Ma’e’ka’cha, quietly padding over to the bed on all fours, the pain in her belly not allowing for a vertical transition.



He was still sleeping soundly, laying on his side, unaware he was being observed. Even in the dark she could see him clearly.



His skin was much paler than that of the other yautja she had seen, a fleshy grey colour, unlike his sire’s and unlike his sire, who had red and burnt orange speckles, he had dark brown stripes. Mostly on his neck from what she could see. His dreadlocks had only a few metal clasps in them but they all glinted in the dark from some unknown light source. Curious, she reached out and touched his arm, pushing it a little.



Yep, definitely asleep. If she had been an assassin or something he wouldn’t have stood a chance. His skin was warm and rough, like a reptiles’ but without actually scales. It reminded her of something familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on what…



Then it hit her.



It reminded her of Silva.



The colour and texture were the same, even though Silva had actually had scales. Was that why she wasn’t quite so afraid of these people; they reminded her vaguely of her lost friend? She honestly didn’t know but she supposed she should be thankful for the comfort she gained. She started to move away again but hesitated. She looked back at him. He was obviously a heavy sleeper and he was her brother now supposedly….he wouldn’t mind, would he?



Shrugging, she crawled onto the bed, ready to run for it if he looked like waking up and laid down next to him, her back to his. She was half asleep when he rolled over, his arm falling across her waist. For what seemed like an age, Veriea held her breath, not daring to move an inch. Then his slow, even breathing tickled the back of her neck and she had to suppress a giggle.



So a heavy sleeper. She thought, while she squashed a sudden urge to do something mischievously evil.



It was kind of creepy to have his arm there but as long as his hand didn’t go wandering on its own, she wasn’t going to risk waking him up to move it. Yawning widely, Veriea curled up and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.



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“Ma’e’ka’cha. Hey, Ma’e’. Wake up.”



Something prodded Ma’e’ka’cha hard between his shoulder blades and he woke with a start.



“Huh? What?” He mumbled, looking up at his best friend, G’re’e’cha, a dark grey, tan-tiger-striped, green speckled yautja.



“Sssh.” The young blood hissed, holding a finger to his mandibles.



“How’d you get in here?” Ma’e’ka’cha muttered, still half asleep.



“I jacked the pad,” He answered smugly, quirking one mandible in a grin, “But before you start yelling, you want to tell me what that thing on your arm is?”



Confused, Ma’e’ka’cha looked at his arm and realized he couldn’t see most of it for all the red fur; Veriea was curled up next to him on the bed with a death grip on his arm.



For a minute he just stared, unable to speak before murmuring bemusedly;



“She wasn’t there when I went to sleep.”



“Obviously.” G’re’e’cha sniggered. “So, this is your new sister?”



“Her name’s Ver’ei’a’ka’cha and yes, now help me figure out how to get my arm free.” Ma’e’ka’cha growled .



“Well, let’s just wake her up.”



Before he could be stopped, G’re’e’cha roared.



Veriea literally shot up into the air, somehow managing to come to rest on the shelf where the two kainde amedha skulls were displayed, her fur standing on end, giving her a very frazzled and alarming look while making her appear twice as large as she actually was.



G’re’e’cha was on the floor laughing so hard he could barely breath and when the shelf broke, sending Veriea and both the skulls crashing to floor, he only laughed harder. Ma’e’ka’cha, on the other hand, was less than amused; not only was the shelf now broken but in her fright, Veriea’s claws had dug into his arms, leaving large gouges.



“Pauk’de hulij-bpe!” He snarled at the other young blood over his shoulder, going over to see if Veriea was alright.



“What the pauk was that!” She asked, shakily getting to her feet.



“That,” Ma’e’ka’cha growled, angrily twitching his upper right mandible, “Is my sorry excuse for a friend, G’re’e’cha.”



Veriea’s eyes narrowed at the laughing yautja.



“Can I kill him? Please? I’ll get you a new friend, a better one…”



And then G’re’e’cha dug himself a deeper hole.



“Hey! She’s got six nipples!” He exclaimed, pointing.



Veriea looked down.



Her coat had come undone sometime during the night and was now widely parted, exposing the shaved square on her belly. Her pupils contracted to slits and Ma’e’ka’cha hastily backed away, out of the path between her and G’re’e’cha. He knew that look.



“Ok. He’s dead.” She said calmly before launching herself at him, lunging for G’re’e’cha’s throat.



At the last second, the young blood rolled aside, leaving Veriea to land flat on her face and then sat on top of her, effectively pinning her down. Veriea thrashed violently but the yautja had several kilos on her currently meager frame and held her down easily.



“Stop G’re’e’cha! You’re going to hurt her! She’s still recovering!” Ma’e’ka’cha shouted.



“Easy, mei’hswei, I know what I’m doing.” He drawled and gently scratched the spot behind her left ear.



After a moment, Veriea stilled and then went limp.



“Great, you killed her!” The irate young blood yelled to which G’re’e’cha chuckled.



“No, I didn’t. See,” He answered, shifting his leg aside and using his other hand to scratch a spot just below her ribcage. Her legs began to twitch and kick of their own accord. “Very much alive.” He smirked, ceasing the demonstration.



A soft, purring kind of grow emanated from her throat and Ma’e’ka’cha’s mandibles hung slack in amazement.



“How did you do that?”



“Pressure points and a bit of luck. Didn’t you ever have a pet as a youngling?” The young blood answered smugly, grinning at his friend.



“I suppose that’s good to know incase I ever get her angry.” Ma’e’ka’cha mused. “You gonna let her up soon?”



“If she promises not to try and kill me again. What do you say?” He asked, massaging her right ear.



“Mmmm…….only if you do that a little while longer…”She purred lazily.



“Deal.”



When he finally let her up, she stretched exorbitantly and then sat up, her skin visibly quivering for a moment. Eventually she spoke, tugging the coat closed and buttoning it.



“You ever do that again without my permission, I’ll castrate you.”



He raised an eyebrow questioningly. “It means I’ll remove your reproductive organs in the most painful manner possible.” She elaborated.



“Ouch.” G’re’e’cha turned to Ma’e’ka’cha. “You sure she isn’t as yautja female?”



“Is he always this cheeky?” Veriea asked, pointedly ignoring G’re’e’cha.



“Unless he’s faking respect, yes.” Ma’e’ka’cha groaned. “We think someone dropped him as a suckling.” Veriea caught a glimpse of his arm as he gestured.



“C’jit, did I do that?” She asked reproachfully, indicating to the long scratches.



“Yeah, when you were spooked.” Ma’e’ka’cha shrugged. “Nothing serious.”



“Let me see it.” She said gently. He held out his arm to her and she examined it closely. “Hmm, not too deep. I can fix these.” The two yautja then watched as she held one hand hoveringly above the scratches and they quickly healed over, leaving the skin completely unmarked.



“What the…?” Ma’e’ka’cha examined his renewed arm with wonder.



“C’jit, I did it again.” Veriea softly berated herself for once again doing something possibly dangerous in her situation, namely her magic. “I take it magic is unknown among the yautja then.” She sighed, wondering what had happened to all those brains and street-smarts she used to have.



“Magic?” G’re’e’cha echoed.



“I can use the energy my body makes to do things, nothing big though, I’m not that good at it. I can heal most minor wounds, burn out fevers, create small balls of fire and – only sometimes – move things with my mind.” She explained, getting it all out in one go.



“And you can turn into an ooman.” G’re’e’cha stated.



“How did you know about that?”



“One of the Healers was blabbing it around earlier.”



“Figures.” Veriea scoffed. “Yeah, I can turn into a human too.”



“Can we see? I’ve seen an ooman first hand before.” G’re’e’cha asked excitedly.



“Well, I guess so. Just don’t gawk at me, ok?”



Making sure the coat was going to cover everything that needed covering she settled herself comfortably and everyone went quiet.



Then she changed.



Immediately she knew something was off and she looked down to see her tail, still present and wrapped around her legs. “That’s odd, I still have my tail.”



“You still have your ears too.” Ma’e’ka’cha said.



“Of course I still have ears, humans-“



“No, I mean your other ears.”



Veriea’s hands flew her head. Large furry ears.



“Pauk. This isn’t good. This has never happened before.”



“Is human hair supposed to be like that?” G’re’e’cha asked, curiously.



“Hesitantly, Veriea felt her hair, only it wasn’t human hair, it was thick, course strands of red yautja hair, or what she supposed yautja hair looked like before it was dreadlocked.



“This is too weird. I’m changing back.”



“Ver’ei’a’ka’cha?” Ma’e’ka’cha asked, after a moment nothing had happened.



“I can’t change back!” She said, panicking now. “Oh, pauk! This is so not good!” She put her face in her hands despairingly, until that is, she saw her hands. “My hands are changing colour!” She yelped in surprise. It was true. Her skin was becoming darker as she watched. She was really freaking out now.



“I’m getting the Elder, he’ll want to know about this.” Ma’e’ka’cha said striding to the door. “Stay with her, G’re’e’cha, try to keep her calm.” And then he was gone.



Veriea began to hyperventilate as she watched her nails grow long and black like G’re’e’cha’s, her fingers also lengthening and becoming dark. G’re’e’cha did all he could to try and calm her down, all traces of his playful demeanor gone in favor of seriousness and concern as she cried out in pain.



When the Elder arrived everything was quiet.



Veriea was sitting silently on the edge of the bed, head bowed, her new strange hair hiding her face like a curtain. G’re’e’cha was kneeling in front of her, speaking softly.



“What happened?” The Elder demanded.



“I asked to see her human form Elder.” G’re’e’cha answered solemnly. “Something went wrong.” The Elder growled angrily as he walked over to them, his scarlet cape flying out behind him.



“Move.” He barked irritably at the young blood and quickly he obeyed. The Elder tipped her face up to his and hissed, his mandibles flaring in surprise, as he saw. “The symbol of the Black Warrior…” He murmured.



Veriea’s skin was now a beige brown, speckled with burnt orange and striped with red, the Elder’s own colouring. Her fingers and feet were black, as were the talons she now possessed instead of nails and her legs seemed to still have the same shape as of her forenien form, though now furless. The most obvious things were her tail and ears but she also now had small spines running down the fronts of her legs for a short ways.



Her eyes were those of her forenien form, wide and bright, her clan symbol now a scar-like mark beneath the left but what had caught the Elder’s attention so raptly were the three large red stripes on her face amongst the speckles. The longest started from under her hair line, running down her forehead, coming to a point at the tip of her nose. The other two swept across either cheek, their points nearly touching that of the first. The symbol meant ‘all things coming together’ as one might expect to happen at the time of death or in the Afterlife, while participating in the Great Hunt. What was so greatly surprising to the Elder though, was that, other than the ears and tail, she looked almost like a yautja.



The other two young bloods were stunned, only just realizing, as the Elder had done, how much she now resembled their race.



“Are you ok, Ver’ei’a’ka’cha?” G’re’e’cha asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.



“It hurt….a lot.” She breathed.



“Well, you got one serious makeover.” He chuckled. Veriea didn’t have time to wonder how he knew what a makeover was as the Elder regained his authoritative manner.



“Are you ok?” He reiterated the young blood’s question, seeming pleased by her change.



“I think so. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Veriea responded shakily.



“I believe this may have been for the best. Things will be easier with your new appearance; it will be easier for others to accept you.” The Elder placed his hand on her shoulder and said in a voice only for her; “Now you are truly my daughter.”



He then left the three young bloods, a grin on his face, confident in mind that he had chosen the correct choice in saving her and that the Black Warrior had sent his influence and was now smiling on them.



In his heart he knew; his daughter would do great things.



End – Ch 4



A/N: You guys like it? Isn’t G’re’e’cha hilarious? I know he doesn’t act like a normal yautja, you’ll find out more about him next chapter. Review!….please? I’ll give you cyber cookies…