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4/26/2016 2:36:22 AM
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[i][u]"Not quite.
Look at the situation your people are in. You just went through a terrible crysis.
Our people have already hunted on your worlds before. Your kind is familiar to us."[/u][/i]
Beneath her mask, rythmic clicking can be heard.
[i][u]"Ooman. Yautja tongue for human.
We enjoy the challenge you provide. We... respect Humans."[/u][/i]
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He liked what little he knew of their culture, based on how strong their prey was, that was how much they valued them. Interesting.. It wasn't primitive, it was a different way... Much different than humans. "And what.. Would I call you in my tongue?"
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Editado por Shadlezz: 4/26/2016 2:41:25 AMShe spoke in her native tongue, through a series of growls, clicks and roars. [i][u]"I am the Demon of the Twilight. My name is Than-Guan Hult'ah. The Midnight Watcher. What is your name?"[/u][/i]
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Editado por cyberattaq: 4/26/2016 2:43:01 AM"Well... Than-Ghuan Hult'ah... My name is Eric. Eric Evans." He smiles, he liked her name.
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[i][u]"it is an honour to meet you, The Eric Evans."[/u][/i]
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He smiles at her addition of 'the'. He liked this species, they were honorable, intelligent. "So... I assume you're gathering intelligence for your... Clan? Group? Family?" He guesses multiple group names, seeing the markings on her armor.
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[i][u]"I came to this world on a kv'var, a Hunt. I saw your ship fall from the sky. I investigated."[/u][/i]
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"Interesting... Are there, more of your people here or do your kind generally hunt alone?" He asks, learning as much as he could.
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[i][u]"We hunt in groups, usually. But I came alone this time."[/u][/i]
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"Interesting... How long have you been here?" He asks.
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[i][u]"For as long as you have. Two cycles."[/u][/i]
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He nods. "Are all your people so... Well... Large?"
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[i][u]"We are the apex. You Humans call us Predators. We live for the hunt. Each of us."[/u][/i]
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"Ah... The hunt... Your people sound very.. Developed.. I mean you obviously are by your technology. You are also.. Quite..." He didn't really know how to describe it. "You're well, elegant, graceful." He says. "Or at least it looks like it."
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She put her hands near her mask, removing two tubes that let out an audible [i]fzzzt[/i] as they disconnected. She then turned two bolts, making a similar noise. She then removed her mask. At first, her face was calm. Relaxed. Her mandibles were retracted, covering her mouth. But then, she extended her arms, crouching slightly, and let out a mighty roar, her mandibles extending (as shown in the picture above), which was the Yautja equivalent of a human handshake; a guise of honour. Her voice was majestic. Regal. It was... beautiful.
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He was stunned. He felt like it was the equivalent of handshake, he didn't really know what to do. "I'm... Honored but I'm not sure what to do to return it... And believe me I very much want to return it... But I wouldn't want to offend you..." He says. He thought she was... Extremely beautiful... In a weird, different way. She wasn't human beautiful because she was of course a completely different species. No, she was a new type of beautiful, the Yautja type of beautiful, that he understood, and he liked it, a lot. He stared at her in awe.
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[i][u]"That is alright. Ooman have very different perception of honour, yet it is similar. I respect that difference.[/u][/i] Her mandibles retracted, she stood, calm, observing him with interest.
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"You're uh... Beautiful." He says, smiling at her.
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She clicks. It sounded like laughter. [i][u]"strange that you find so, as we are different species. What a curious behaviour..."[/u][/i]
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"Well... I realized I couldn't evaluate you by human standards because you aren't even human, you're something else entirely. And that is how I realized you're beautiful." He says, observing her closely, studying her.
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Her body was as fine as a piece of art. She was strong, large, majestic, imposing, yet she had traits that could only be defined as feminine and appealing, her curves, her shape, she was a woman, that much was certain. She was graceful, he could already tell she was royalty of some kind. She was a special girl. [i][u]"You Humans are a very curious kind..."[/u][/i] She tilted her head to the left. [i][u]"... So very interesting..."[/u][/i] The tilted it to the right.
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"You must be royalty... Someone as beautiful as you must be very important wherever you come from.." He says, continuing to look her up and down, admiring her.
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[i][u]"I am the firstborn daughter of the Red Hand's Matriarch, our clan. I have the rank of Elite, I am Chief of the watchers, the scouts."[/u][/i]
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"That sounds very prestigious... Extremely. I'm honored to be in the presence of such an import and amazingly beautiful Huntress such as yourself." He says genuinely.
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[i][u]"Your kind values honour as well. An endearing trait, if there ever was one."[/u][/i]
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He nods. "So... In your clans, are females generally hunters?"
