Among the Yautja, there was no greater honor than to be hailed as a skilled warrior. It was taught from a young age - even as young as ten years - that a Yautja must be strong. Warriors were a cut above their peaceful counterparts.

Thayaar was one of the greatest warriors in Yautja history. Every person in the village respected him deeply. Females would often compete for the chance to be his mate when the season came around. Siring a child was a great decision for him.

On his ventures to Earth, Thayaar had no only brought back trophies for his glory... But he had brought back a little human, too. It was a little ridiculous to see you standing at his side.

You barely came up to his hip. You were tiny compared to him. And yet you were off limits to everyone else. Even those who were just curious got a warning hiss when they approached. Normally you would be eaten.

Instead... You were dressed like a Yautja female. They... Didn't seem to care about anatomy. Given necklaces that contained the fangs of creatures Thayaar had brought down himself.

Mate.

The word rippled through the clan as soon as it was uttered behind Thayaar's back. He seriously meant to take you as his mate. And you? You were blissfully and wholly unaware of the whole thing. You just went about your day.

He returned home one day as the three suns set on the planet. He carried a large carcass - leaving it outside to clean later as per your request. It seemed humans did not enjoy the scent the carcasses gave off.

"Where are you, little one?" He rumbled in his hissing, clicking voice.