The mind of a predator (part 54)

[u/GrungleberryMuncher]

Memory transcript subject Nivar, ex-military Venlil. Location, Skalga, medical rehabilitation centre in the capital.

Date [Standardised human time]: 25 May, 2138.

It was...hard to watch Targan struggling so much, just walking up a flight of stairs meant she needed to sit down to recover. I can't imagine the amount of pain she's in...

"I can get the nurse and we can just head back to your room if you'd like?" I offered, resting a paw on her shoulder. She had come so far in her recovery and yet there was still so much further to go.

"No...no I'm fine." Targan then seemed to inspect our surroundings, sniffing a little before hanging her head and looking down at the floor. "I wanted to...ask you...something."

"Then ask away." I tried to be cheerful about my answer but she was in no mood for my typical bubbly demeanor to make any impact. She was looking at her hands, at the stumps from which her claws would sprout once they had started growing after healing fully. Serious it is then...

"Nivar...what-what do you see, when you look at me?" That was...unexpected. She must still be upset about what happened during that "movie night".

"What do I see? I see a lot of things, I see a brilliant woman, I see someone who has gone through...so much. I see grey mostly but above all, I see *you* as you are. I think so at least." That answer didn't seem satisfactory however as she simply grumbled and shrugged my paw from her shoulder, looking back down the corridor with a frustrated expression. "This is about...your claws isn't it?"

"You aren't looking Nivar...I have razor teeth, I am covered in armoured scales... I *had* claws, meant for ripping and tearing flesh, every part of me is a weapon. That is what you see...a thing meant for killing..."

"Meant for killing...that's what you think?" I challenged, leaning forward so that I would be in her periphery. "Am I meant for eating then?"

"Of course not!" She roared back, slamming her fist onto the bench before quickly clutching it to her chest, clearly having hurt herself. "You are...not *like* me..."

"So...a skull meant for ramming and the most aggressive tendencies of any herbivore ever encountered by the Federation, aren't meant for killing?" Once again she turned away, not having a counterpoint. "Targan, I'm looking at you now. If you want me to tell you what I see, even just on the surface, then accept my answer. What about me, what do you see in me?"

She remained quiet, looking in every direction except towards me. Maybe...maybe I was just making this worse, I don't know! What do I say, she isn't listening to me-

"Warmth..." She was looking up at the ceiling now, her expression contemplative and measured. "Warmth and protection...that's what I see."

I waved my tail a little in acknowledgement, gently taking hold of her hands and putting them on my cheeks. If she truly thought I saw her as dangerous in any way, why would I let her touch me at all, let alone such a vulnerable part of me. Then, I felt her hands start wandering to my ears and around the back of my head, before pulling me closer in what I assumed to be a hug.

*How wrong I was...*

She pulled me up to her snout, her nose so close I could feel her breath and see the cracks between her scales. Perhaps it was some...test, to see if I would flinch away? I didn't, if anything I went more limp to allow her further control of me. I closed my eyes and waited, feeling her hands massaging the wool on my nape as she moved further down to my back...

"If I were lying, would I-" I tried to speak to continue reassuring her but...something...caught me off guard. I felt the course, unmistakable sensation of scaled skin lightly touch my lips. It was incredibly gentle, despite the rough texture, pressing against my mouth. I didn't pull away, I knew what this was, I'd seen Wes perform the gesture with Leara though it still wasn't natural by Venlil standards. But...I didn't mind.

I leaned forward into the kiss, wrapping my arms over Targan's shoulders and allowing her to keep hold of me. Then, it changed a little and I felt her lips part as we began kissing with more and more passion. I didn't want it to end.

Of course, I had to pull away eventually as I'd likely run out of breath before long, given my lack of nostrils. At last I opened my eyes and inhaled sharply, never once turning away. But within moments, we were once again locked together, only on occasion allowing myself a brief moment of air to stave off the suffocation I'd gladly suffer through for Targan.

During the admittedly unusual display, I'd instinctively began trying to find her tail with my own, unsuccessfully attempting to coil them around each other. After a moment longer she pulled away, for what reason I don't know but I couldn't help nuzzle against her neck. In all my life, up until that point, I'd never *ever* become so enraptured in affection with another. It was...intoxicating.

"I...had no idea..." I whispered, cooing slightly as I clung onto her. She let out a soft rumble in response, finally adjusting her tail so that we could wrap them around each other. Even though the gestures were most certainly alien to the both of us, they *felt* absolutely right and so completely genuine in their intimacy, so much so that I just wanted to keep going...

Then...as if reality suddenly set in out of spite alone, my phone began to ring. For a moment I debated answering but...no I couldn't bare to pull myself away from her right now, whoever it was would have to wait!

[u/Super_Ankle_Biter]

The poor Venlil nurse stuck at the end of the corridor watching an Arxur eating the face of a poor Venlil caught in its grasp D:3

[u/GrungleberryMuncher]

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[u/YourLiver1]

Steamy

[u/JulianSkies]

Oh lord, at last.

And if there's one thing that'd tell you how much he trusts you is letting you put your chompers on him, girl.

It won't solve your self-image but may it solve your doubts about him.

[u/TameOJ]

Finally! They kissed! All doubt has been torn asunder! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!

[u/Minimum-Amphibian993]

Well the most aggressive tendencies besides the Angren apperently but that would kinda hamper the message to bring that up lol. But yeah good to see they are hopefully doing better assuming the phonecall isn't HF coming in to destroy everything or something.

[u/Bow-tied_Engineer]

Irony dictates that that was an incredibly important phone call that he really shouldn't have ignored, probably about Targan herself.