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Nyli III - A Lmanel Den Outside of Trash-Kyoto Section 375
The rolling hills bordering the scuttled Kyoto city which made the Lorath's new colony seemed to be a plain and lovely grass covered land... but at closer examination, tracks which were the beginnings of roads were visible, along with the upturned soil which seemed to indicate the recent placement of electrical cabling... with some time, it would be apparent that leather clad Lorath were passing to and from various larger hills... the hillside was in fact a bustling Lmanel community.
Within one of the mounds, a sizable den was dug out, and the ceilings were clad with the faint glow of low-power LED lights which were designed to give the living space a 'candlelight' like glow, which could easily brought up to a far brighter level if needed. Seated at a stone slab table was a rather large Lmanel hunched over a data pad, prodding in data. Despite the leathers he wore, beneath them were garments intended for space flight.
As he typed at the pad, he raised his brow before he looked up and looked about the den... it was a tad late for her to be rising from bed, but of course it would have been winter on Lor right now... and they had taken on the bond to hibernative animals.
"You shouldn't slouch over the table, it will hurt your back..." Came a soft reply as a small yip was heard in the back room of the den. A woman came into the light, moss green hair hanging down past her shoulders.
A sharp exhale was released from his nose, it came out as a sort of a mixed snarl and snort, but he then smiled widely, bearing a maw of gleaming pearly whites. "My dearest, you look lovely even as you're waking, shame you're getting on my already sore back so soon."
"Then come back to bed, the little ones are mewling for their father." She crossed her arms, her body covered in a thin layer of leather.
"Mm... that does sound like a good idea..." The deep green eyes of the heavy fur clad Lmanel looked at the data pad in his hands. "I suppose the salvage department can wait for my report... I haven't brought in a decent haul in weeks." With that, he set aside the data pad and stood up from his seat, but he still had to slouch due to his hight being too much for the den... however the slouch seemed natural to him as he strolled to his mate and placed his arms around her, embracing her in a warm hug. "Did you give the little ones the prey I caught for them last night?"
"Yes I did, they ate till they were full then slept like babies...I wish I could. These new seasons are messing with me..." With a small sigh she snuggled into her mate further. "It is hard to get used to them."
"Mmm, you're not the only one... the hunting is different here too, do you know that there are canines on this planet that have fur that has bristles that are razor sharp?" He held up his massive hand, the clawed hand had many fine little scratches in the pale white skin. "Bothersome creatures... but the meat is sweet."
"The little things about this big?" She held out her hands about a foot wide. "That like to roll up into balls?"
"No no, those are close though... these ones are about the size of a Dach'na" He held up his own hands, about three feet apart, then repositioning to two feet apart to indicate hight. The animal which he was referring to was a sort of animal which would best be described as a mixture between a bob-cat and coyote.
"Oh." His mate blinked a few times before nodding a little. "Next time you manage to capture one, go ahead and bring me some home K?" She leaned up and pecked him on the lips.
"I'll bring back enough for you, me, and the little ones." He smiled widely as he gave his mate a soft pinch on her rear, sure not to dig his claws in during the process.
the Mate seemed to flail a little as her rear was pinched, slapping his hand away. "You know I hate it when you do that..." She glared up at her mate.
The male's toothy grin remained as he placed his arms around her again. "If you hate it so much, how come every time I do that we end up with another little-one to raise?"
"Because of that exact reason! We have twelve little ones, we do not need thirteen..." She explained.
"Mmm, maybe sixteen? Twenty?" He spoke in a low and devious tone as he pulled his mate close, grasping her rear in his massive hands now. "We're still young! We have the years to raise fifty even!"
"I am not birthing fifty children..." The woman said with a serious voice, before she laughed a little. "Fifty children is a little to many..."
"Aww, but how happy you are once you hold them in your arms." He said in a soft and what could be considered a convincing tone. "Well... we'll figure out how many we'll stop at later..." He leaned close and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then her jaw. As he tilted his head closer the sound of him taking a sharp inhale of her scent was easily heard before he bit her shoulder lightly.
"Mmm...twenty five will b-Ahh!.." She shivered a little at the bite, letting out a low purring growling sound as she let her eye lids fall down lazily.
He thought silently to himself as he tasted her skin. Mmm, I'll convince her to go to thirty when the time comes. With that thought, he shifted his hands to her legs, where he promptly lifted his mate so her legs were placed around his hips. As he held her, he moved her so she was pressed against the clay wall of the den. "Mmm, your scent and taste... you're delicious..." He purred into her ear as he ground his hips against his mate's. He then shifted his maw so he latched onto the thin strip of leather which covered her neck, he then stripped it off so he could see her marvelous and delicate pale neck. "So lovely..."
"Ahh...Don't...the little ones will hear..." She said, though with a rather weak voice as she ground her hips back into him. With the seasons out of whack for the Llamnel, so where their hormones. The heavy scent of pheromones filled the air then, and rather quickly. This of course prompted more mewls from the back room and finally the form of one said little one. "Mommyyy...I think Rishkal messed in t-..Are mommy and daddy wrestling?"
A soft sigh escaped the father's lips as he nuzzled his mate once more for the moment. "Mmm, yes, mommy and daddy are wrestling, we're having a contest to see who gets to go hunting for a treat for our good little ones."
"Can I wrestle too??" The little one seemed excited now.
The father let out a soft sigh, his mind went over how old the little one was, and how far along the bonding to their animal they had gone... aye, hormones and pheromones abounds. "Mmm, the way mommy and daddy wrestle in private is too much for a little one to handle."
"Ohh..." The little one pouted a little but nodded and shuffled off to bed. The Pheromones were gone though, and with them, his mate's want to do anything. "Another night my love. We will get my sister to watch the little ones, then go on a hunt, just you and I." Leaning up to kiss her mate on the cheek, she went back to the back room.
He let out a low and rumbling growl which was not one of hostility, but one of annoyance... and so he sat down once more at the table, and hunched over the data pad. "Hm... what is this?" His clawed thumb scrolled over the good news... which was then followed by a message from the Lorath Salvage Department. He quickly got up and bumped his head on the den roof before he strolled into the bed chamber. "My mate, we have to go on that hunt sooner than we thought... we got work on the ship, those Yamataians have left us a bounty of junk we need to clean up, the Matriarchy wants every able Harvester on the job."
"A new job? What is it the junk from the recent battle?" She asked, yawning a little.
“Mmm, so you've been keeping track on your data pad too while sitting in the room with the little ones... yea, looks like we're heading to the Jiyuu system, they even got an ISFB ready to take us there... lets get going!” The male shaman grasped a massive fur cloak from a hook on the wall and threw it over his shoulders before making his way out the door. “I'll have the dock masters prepare our ships.”
The rolling hills bordering the scuttled Kyoto city which made the Lorath's new colony seemed to be a plain and lovely grass covered land... but at closer examination, tracks which were the beginnings of roads were visible, along with the upturned soil which seemed to indicate the recent placement of electrical cabling... with some time, it would be apparent that leather clad Lorath were passing to and from various larger hills... the hillside was in fact a bustling Lmanel community.
Within one of the mounds, a sizable den was dug out, and the ceilings were clad with the faint glow of low-power LED lights which were designed to give the living space a 'candlelight' like glow, which could easily brought up to a far brighter level if needed. Seated at a stone slab table was a rather large Lmanel hunched over a data pad, prodding in data. Despite the leathers he wore, beneath them were garments intended for space flight.
As he typed at the pad, he raised his brow before he looked up and looked about the den... it was a tad late for her to be rising from bed, but of course it would have been winter on Lor right now... and they had taken on the bond to hibernative animals.
"You shouldn't slouch over the table, it will hurt your back..." Came a soft reply as a small yip was heard in the back room of the den. A woman came into the light, moss green hair hanging down past her shoulders.
A sharp exhale was released from his nose, it came out as a sort of a mixed snarl and snort, but he then smiled widely, bearing a maw of gleaming pearly whites. "My dearest, you look lovely even as you're waking, shame you're getting on my already sore back so soon."
"Then come back to bed, the little ones are mewling for their father." She crossed her arms, her body covered in a thin layer of leather.
"Mm... that does sound like a good idea..." The deep green eyes of the heavy fur clad Lmanel looked at the data pad in his hands. "I suppose the salvage department can wait for my report... I haven't brought in a decent haul in weeks." With that, he set aside the data pad and stood up from his seat, but he still had to slouch due to his hight being too much for the den... however the slouch seemed natural to him as he strolled to his mate and placed his arms around her, embracing her in a warm hug. "Did you give the little ones the prey I caught for them last night?"
"Yes I did, they ate till they were full then slept like babies...I wish I could. These new seasons are messing with me..." With a small sigh she snuggled into her mate further. "It is hard to get used to them."
"Mmm, you're not the only one... the hunting is different here too, do you know that there are canines on this planet that have fur that has bristles that are razor sharp?" He held up his massive hand, the clawed hand had many fine little scratches in the pale white skin. "Bothersome creatures... but the meat is sweet."
"The little things about this big?" She held out her hands about a foot wide. "That like to roll up into balls?"
"No no, those are close though... these ones are about the size of a Dach'na" He held up his own hands, about three feet apart, then repositioning to two feet apart to indicate hight. The animal which he was referring to was a sort of animal which would best be described as a mixture between a bob-cat and coyote.
"Oh." His mate blinked a few times before nodding a little. "Next time you manage to capture one, go ahead and bring me some home K?" She leaned up and pecked him on the lips.
"I'll bring back enough for you, me, and the little ones." He smiled widely as he gave his mate a soft pinch on her rear, sure not to dig his claws in during the process.
the Mate seemed to flail a little as her rear was pinched, slapping his hand away. "You know I hate it when you do that..." She glared up at her mate.
The male's toothy grin remained as he placed his arms around her again. "If you hate it so much, how come every time I do that we end up with another little-one to raise?"
"Because of that exact reason! We have twelve little ones, we do not need thirteen..." She explained.
"Mmm, maybe sixteen? Twenty?" He spoke in a low and devious tone as he pulled his mate close, grasping her rear in his massive hands now. "We're still young! We have the years to raise fifty even!"
"I am not birthing fifty children..." The woman said with a serious voice, before she laughed a little. "Fifty children is a little to many..."
"Aww, but how happy you are once you hold them in your arms." He said in a soft and what could be considered a convincing tone. "Well... we'll figure out how many we'll stop at later..." He leaned close and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then her jaw. As he tilted his head closer the sound of him taking a sharp inhale of her scent was easily heard before he bit her shoulder lightly.
"Mmm...twenty five will b-Ahh!.." She shivered a little at the bite, letting out a low purring growling sound as she let her eye lids fall down lazily.
He thought silently to himself as he tasted her skin. Mmm, I'll convince her to go to thirty when the time comes. With that thought, he shifted his hands to her legs, where he promptly lifted his mate so her legs were placed around his hips. As he held her, he moved her so she was pressed against the clay wall of the den. "Mmm, your scent and taste... you're delicious..." He purred into her ear as he ground his hips against his mate's. He then shifted his maw so he latched onto the thin strip of leather which covered her neck, he then stripped it off so he could see her marvelous and delicate pale neck. "So lovely..."
"Ahh...Don't...the little ones will hear..." She said, though with a rather weak voice as she ground her hips back into him. With the seasons out of whack for the Llamnel, so where their hormones. The heavy scent of pheromones filled the air then, and rather quickly. This of course prompted more mewls from the back room and finally the form of one said little one. "Mommyyy...I think Rishkal messed in t-..Are mommy and daddy wrestling?"
A soft sigh escaped the father's lips as he nuzzled his mate once more for the moment. "Mmm, yes, mommy and daddy are wrestling, we're having a contest to see who gets to go hunting for a treat for our good little ones."
"Can I wrestle too??" The little one seemed excited now.
The father let out a soft sigh, his mind went over how old the little one was, and how far along the bonding to their animal they had gone... aye, hormones and pheromones abounds. "Mmm, the way mommy and daddy wrestle in private is too much for a little one to handle."
"Ohh..." The little one pouted a little but nodded and shuffled off to bed. The Pheromones were gone though, and with them, his mate's want to do anything. "Another night my love. We will get my sister to watch the little ones, then go on a hunt, just you and I." Leaning up to kiss her mate on the cheek, she went back to the back room.
He let out a low and rumbling growl which was not one of hostility, but one of annoyance... and so he sat down once more at the table, and hunched over the data pad. "Hm... what is this?" His clawed thumb scrolled over the good news... which was then followed by a message from the Lorath Salvage Department. He quickly got up and bumped his head on the den roof before he strolled into the bed chamber. "My mate, we have to go on that hunt sooner than we thought... we got work on the ship, those Yamataians have left us a bounty of junk we need to clean up, the Matriarchy wants every able Harvester on the job."
"A new job? What is it the junk from the recent battle?" She asked, yawning a little.
“Mmm, so you've been keeping track on your data pad too while sitting in the room with the little ones... yea, looks like we're heading to the Jiyuu system, they even got an ISFB ready to take us there... lets get going!” The male shaman grasped a massive fur cloak from a hook on the wall and threw it over his shoulders before making his way out the door. “I'll have the dock masters prepare our ships.”