Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunter's Moon ❯ The Prey ( Chapter 2 )

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Hunter's Moon

 

Chapter Two

The Prey

 

Lunara was prized above all others by the males of her tribe. They wanted to breed her, to cover her, to own her. She was an exceptional warrior, strong and sleek. Her pale silver hair fell in waves to her narrow waist and her mercury eyes burned with a hint of blue fire. Her skin was so translucent that it looked like moonbeams dancing on the surface of a placid lake. Her beauty was beyond compare, but these were not the reasons she was so coveted.

 

She was an albino of her race, a rare gem to be cherished.

 

Among the Luroshins, when an albino was born it was said that they were touched by the Moon Goddess herself. Such a person was born to be royalty. Any male who claimed her would be king to the seven tribes, respected and honored. Her line would rule them all until another was born to take her children's place on the throne.

 

Males had fought to the death to have her before she even had the right to choose one as her mate. On her eighteenth year she came into her first heat, and no longer could she deny the males that pressed themselves on her. She had fled her planet rather than watch the bloodbath that was sure to ensue. By the end of her season the males of her people would be one third less, all to prove that they were strong enough to claim her---to own her.

 

Lunara lifted her head proudly, her exotically slanted eyes narrowing further as she examined her surroundings. She refused to be some male's stepping stone to power. She refused to be used as some faceless breeder. True, she would be the highest ranking female in her society, but she would be a prisoner to whichever male was the strongest.

 

The females of her tribe were allowed to choose their mates, and then leave them after their season had passed, but she would not be allowed that freedom. Since she was touched by the Goddess she was considered sacred, and therefore she must be guarded at all times. Coddled, protected and trapped.

 

A male could not take her by force, it was against the highest laws of her people, but once she was in heat she would not be able to stop herself. Her libido would drive her to mate, and her instincts would force her to choose the male who was the strongest. Even now she could feel her blood heating in her veins, and there was a heaviness in her loins that made her want to gnash her teeth together in frustration.

 

She had been on her way to a neighboring star system when her transport had been hijacked. She had fought fiercely, but she was hard-pressed to maneuver in such close quarters. Her people were a jungle tribe, used to fighting in open plains, and lofty tree tops.

 

She had been knocked unconscious, and awakened to find herself in a middle of a glade. The problem was she had no idea where she was. She lifted her head, sniffing the air delicately. She could tell from the pattern of the stars that she was not on her home world, although the landscape was similar.

 

On the night breeze she caught the scent of frightened animals, and she knew that they did not cower from her. She opened her senses, stretching them beyond her initial borders. She tasted the spore of something beastial in the air. Its scent whipped through the air, striking her hard at the core. She licked her lips, separating the scent and breaking it down to its basic foundations. She smelled the musky scent of a male, of strength, dominance and hunger. It was a Predator, and it was hunting her.

 

She knew the moment the Predator caught her scent in the wind. His smell turned sharp with the tang of his excitement. He veered towards her, stalking her through the night. The hackles on the back of her neck stood on end, and she flexed her sharp claws in response. The urge to flee sped down her spine, tingling her nerve endings.

 

She allowed instinct to rule her, and without thought she turned on her heel, fleeing into the jungle. She needed to put distance between herself and her pursuer while she decided on what to do next. She may be coveted for her looks, but she was respected for her warrior skills. She would not be easy Prey, and she looked forward to proving herself.

 

Her already heated blood boiled with anticipation, and the ache between her legs became sharper. She glided through the jungle without a sound, her presence barely noted by a doe and fawn as she passed within a few feet. Her unbound hair flowed behind her, and she despaired that she didn't have time to bind it. She dreaded the thought of being tethered by her hair in the middle of a battle and having it used against her.

 

The Predator followed her deeper into the thick jungle, and Lunara knew that she would have to take a stand sooner or later. The thought filled her with excitement and a large dose of lust. It was written that a female must never enter battle while in her heat. Her rational mind was compromised by the animal one. She was driven to mate with the most powerful male to produce strong offspring. The last thing she wanted to do was jump the male that was following her and force him to submit to her.

 

She picked up speed, losing herself in the orchid-scented foliage, praying to the Goddess that she could outdistance the male and keep herself unmated. After all, the last thing she wanted was to be tied down to one male and forced into a life of pampered servitude.