Yautja Whitelist Application
Personal InformationByond ID: roushguy
Discord ID roushguy#7523
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Character InformationName of the Yautja Character you wish to play Vol'kra
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Yautja Character Story Sophia's boots pounded on the sandstone as she broke for the desert outside. There, at least, the thing chasing her would have no cover, and she could gain some distance and not have to worry about that terrible whip it wielded. Until she heard a sharp 'click' and pain lanced through her foot. She stumbled forward, falling, and immediately spun to cover her rear and assess what had happened. There was a hook-shaped spike through her foot, attached to a metal chain to some kind of three-lobed device placed on the floor. She couldn't tear free without possibly losing her foot, and working it free would cost her too much time: Her eyes already saw the thing's silhouette missing from the room Jacob's body was still spraying blood all over. Fear finally broke through her training. Her weapon fell from shaking hands, taking up her rosary and, with lips so terrified that her voice was that of her childhood self, began frantically whispering her own Last Rites.
Vol'kra padded toward the last of her prey slowly, methodically. When she saw what it was doing, however, her mind was swayed. It was clearly incapable of continuing to fight. It was no longer worthy prey. And moreover, whatever it was doing clearly involved its gods. Vol'kra had seen that cross symbol before, on plenty of the humans she had hunted. With a touch on the hilt, she retracted her chain-whip, made from the tail of a Warrior she had torn off in personal combat. She kicked away the gun. Her injuries were painful, three bleeding bullet holes and a host of bruises, but they were not going to kill her any time soon. With pressure in the right sequence, she disarmed the trip-mine, which retracted without hurting the human further. She let her mandibles clack rapidly in frustration. She had been looking for a four-piece trophy set, and this human had, unwittingly, done perhaps the only thing that could inspire her pity. Devotion to the gods, however misplaced human gods were, was an admirable trait. Especially, in Vol'kra's opinion, in the face of almost certain death. She knelt down, her blood dripping to the floor, bright green against the black sandstone of the ancient lodge's floor. From her hunting pouch, she withdrew a poultice and a wrapping, redolent with scent: something like cumin, a strong sharp scent like fir, and faintly, the stench of rancid vinegar. The herbs would speed her recovery, and the wrapping would staunch the bleeding.
While the human, fear-broken, watched, terrified prayers falling from her lips, Vol'kra bound the poultice to the gunshot wound near her stomach. It would mend well enough, now. Looking down on the human beneath her, she hissed in anger before belting them just under the chin with a swift, powerful punch. She heard the bone crack, but that was not her problem. They would live, and her hunt was done, now. She'd at least drag this last living one close enough to the nearest human settlement that she'd be found before the sand rays ate her. Perhaps she'd even hunt one for her dinner tonight: she found human meat unappealing, regardless of the manner she cooked it. She much preferred the acid bite of the serpents' meat. It felt like it was trying to fight back, even in death, a novel sensation, and one that she enjoyed. As much as she found fulfilment in the nature of the hunt itself, it was after its conclusion that she enjoyed herself most. Her mandibles clicked as she thought of what to make. A roast was out of the question, and she lacked the tools and time to smoke the meat The meat of the sand-rays would spoil under the sun here, and the human would perish from exposure, regardless. While Vol'kra did not care if the weakling died in the end, its piety did make her at least want to ensure it had a chance to die a proper, honorable death, instead of the dishonor that death by exposure would bring.
After a few hours dragging the human close enough to the nearest settlement to be found, Vol'kra returned to more important matters: dinner. She had a sachet of herbs that were not for healing, selected instead for flavor and textures. A few Ka’uliik secrets, and some of her own. The sand-ray was simple to catch, clean, and butcher. Her supplies were still full enough to permit some celebratory gluttony, especially with her hunt finished. She chose to use some spirits for the base of her stew, adding the ray's organs and meat once it began to boil, filling the air around her with the scent of the meal. The rest of the ray, and the meat of her other human prey, had been field-dressed and the meat preserved by simply packing it in salt, the only other resource on this planet in abundance. That she would return to the ship, her sect, and her clan. They would need it: there were always new mouths to feed.
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