Wilds Born

Late (sort of) update because when I got up this morning I was late for work, I had slept in so long.

This was where things got weird. But given the fact that it was NaNoWriMo, I let it slide and just went with it. I'll give you three guesses and I don't think you'll need them all.

Round two, somehow managing that type of thing without writing a one shot was a bit of a challenge. While Sidhe in general are open sexually, they still don't like others watching them. They know where they can and can't do things so this scene was highly amusing to write, while ignoring the previous one.

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Father set Yao up with Nu’s eldest brother, an unmated ‘solo’ male who was interested in females but thus far infertile. Because there were so few females to go around, Nako, his eldest brother, chose not to mate a female and thusly remove her from the breeding pool. Instead Nako floated on the outside, not quite attached to any of the females but available to them all. Females apparently found Nako attractive, for bigger brother was rarely without a companion.

Which likely had something to do with father setting Yao up with Nako. The pair went off, Yao bright red and Nako grinning from ear to ear. The moment they were gone, Nu noticed that El was headed in his direction and the little male left immediately for the family portion of the tree. Up the branch and around the corner, he found one of his sisters, heavy with child, and chatted with her about how her first pregnancy was going.

Moments after she announced the awakening of the child, announced that it had begun moving and kicking in her belly, a cry erupted from beneath the tree. Nu did not wait to hear what was going on or to explain to his sister where he was going, she knew and would understand. Through the canopy, Nu swung and flitted from one branch, to another and launched himself off of the elder main branch.

He landed in the midst of three people. A female behind him, two males ahead of him. The males each had a stick and each of the sticks had a sharp, pointed rock on the ends. He had a moment as the males were taken aback by the sudden appearance by a creature twice their size. Then they jabbed the pointed sticks at him.

Nu ducked the first one, which was apparently aimed straight for his nose, and turned after the second so as to bend over the second. He snatched one, then the other out of the hands of the short males and snapped them in half simply by clenching his fists. Tossing the broken items to the side, he spread his feet, moved his hands from his sides and opened his mouth to growl his challenge at the short males. Both males bellowed back at him, stomped their foot and made strangling sounds, as if their throats were made of sandpaper. Hands motioning to the female, they went on and on and then stopped as if expecting him to respond.

This was.

Not what he.

Expected.

Nu folded his arms, straightened his back and motioned to the female, then looked at the males. Both looked at one another and scratched their heads before they motioned to the female and drew a line across their necks with their thumbs. That was something Nu understood. He considered this information and raised a hand in question a moment before he realised that they wouldn’t understand that motion. He spun his hands together instead and both shook their heads.

The easiest way to end it was simple, really. Nu motioned with a thumb jab to the female, a jab to himself and then flicked the quick motion across own throat. Thusly telling the males that he would kill the female and they could get off his territory.

Both males looked at the female, looked at Nu and then made motions towards Nu’s groin as if making a comment about what Nu really wanted the female for. They got a good giggle out of it and they both waved dismissively before they left, growling to one another and making many hand motions.

That was.

Not what he.

Expected.

Not at all.

Nu turned from the males to the female.

Her hair was shorn off and looked as if it had been torn, literally out of her head. Black as the darkest stones, it shone through the dirt and grime that covered it, from the bits of wood and little stones that were smeared into the female’s scalp. Bright red eyes watched Nu warily but no fear was hidden there. She spat at his feet and gurgled out her language in a tone that would have challenged mother’s worst one.

Nu held up his hand to stop her where she was, he motioned to himself, “Nu,” tapping his chest, “Nu.”

The female watched him, pulled away but then rose up on the balls of her feet and stepped lively towards him, “Nnnn,” she tapped his chest, stepped back and grumbled something, “Nnn. Nnnnrrru. Nru.” tapping her own chest the short female said, “Vrgrgrig,” and then a sound that Nu couldn’t make. Well, maybe he could make, if he were choking on blood and possibly a large stone.

“Grrrr”

“Verrr.”

“Vergggrig,” Nu winced, the little female had tried hard to pronounce his name so he tried again until she nodded and accepted his, “Vrg.”

The female was relaxed, just slightly, when El dropped from the tree and landed beside Nu, causing the female to growl menacingly and raise her hands before her, fingers splayed out.

“El, stop,” Nu jabbed a hand towards El.

“Ehhhlshgog,” the female motioned towards El.

“El,” El tapped his own chest in an annoyed manner. Then the bright eyed male realised what exactly he was talking to, “she’s a short person,” he pointed at Vrg, “that is a short person that you just saved from two other short people, what exactly did you feel when you did that? Short people are not to be messed with. You’ve no idea who she is or why they were hunting her down. She could be a carrier of some deadly disease and now we’re all going to get it because you let her live. They could come and hunt us down and kill us all, burn the tree,” El motioned towards the tree as he said this and it caught Vrg’s attention.

Vrg looked from the tree, to El and then to Nu, red eyes growing wide, “drgagshrgshg.”

“Tree.” El growled back in all the stubbornness of a dominant male.

The short female started talking, on and on. She motioned and gurgled, making motions that were both wide and unwittingly suggestive. The language barrier between them was so much so that Nu could hardly tell if she was annoyed with them or happy or if, perhaps, she was simply being vivid in her description.

Leave it to the males to not get what was going on or to think properly. Mother climbed out of the tree and slowly approached the short female. This Vrg, seemed to, understand, the females met eyes and the shorter one quieted down. There were many murmurs from mother before the healer led the short female towards the river. Mother convinced Vrg to strip and walk into the water.

The short female was as wide as mother but shorter and with more muscle on her frame. Bruising and red marks, fresh from healing, covered her back. What looked like burn marks on her arms and around tattoo that looked like a cow with horns.

“This is weird, even for … well, this,” El said quietly to Nu.

“I am not speaking to you,” Nu said bluntly, leaving El’s side to sit by the water and watch mother work her power through the short female’s body. Burned flesh melted away, skin knitted together and formed a healthy scalp once more. As Nu watched muscle was consumed to repair the body. The short female seemed confused momentarily, but once she realised what was going on, she smiled at mother, showing off a set of perfectly straight teeth, “mother, that’s not.”

“Short people don’t have straight teeth,” mother murmured calmly, scooping up water with two hands to dump it on Vrg’s head slowly, rinsing away some of the dirt and blood, “the ones we’ve seen don’t anyways, besides the one.”

“Which one?”

“Their,” mother paused and considered the short female for a moment before she sighed, “priestess or leader or some such. She had long, wild hair and her eyes were that colour. They haven’t been around the tree since great-elder died, we thought she had died. She is quite old, considering how young she looks. Doesn’t she look young?” mother’s head cocked to the side, “she aught to be older than me.”

“Weird,” El said, walking up to the side of the river, “maybe she’s a baby behemoth. Why is he not speaking to me?”

Mother lifted more water and let it trickle over the short female’s head once more, “you must have upset him. El, go get Mysh, he’s in the pool the youths dug out, around the tree. We need to figure out what to do with this little one here.”

El growled but went off. As the male left, mother cocked an eye.

“She probably cannot understand what we say,” mother said slowly, “but we will do our best to communicate with her properly, in our proper language. If she is a priestess, she is, or was, important to her people. She is our connection to the short people.”

“No one speaks short people language,” Nu responded quickly, “we didn’t even realise that short people could speak like that. All we’ve seen or heard are the beating of the drums and the-” his mother gave him a look and he slowed down his words, “the music they have. We know chiefs have been meeting because of their rank and the way they hold themselves. If she is a priestess, should she not speak our language? Her people have had dealings with our people for years.”

“Piggle.” the short female said.

“People,” mother tapped her shoulder, then motioned to Nu and made a gesture as if including them all, “people.”

“Peeeble.”

“Female.” mother tapped herself, then cupped her breast and motioned to Vrg, “female. Male,” motioning to Nu.

“Glnd,” Vrg swallowed and said, “Gaaaallllllannda. Galanda.” with a motion to herself and around. They called themselves Galanda. Vrg and mother had an all around conversation, back and forth in such a way and began the basic principals of vocabulary. It wasn’t that they expected the short female to recall all the words that mother was teaching her. Mother expected Nu to memorize the words and assemble some kind of grammatical style via what Vrg said.

Not an impossible feat, but a difficult one. Nu had learned the older languages quickly because father and mother and the elders had taught him the languages patiently. These people, however, could speak his language and could tell him what each word meant before continuing on. At the moment, all Nu had to go on were Vrg’s words and his own inadequate set of vocal cords for the language at hand. He would do the best that he could, but there was little he could do to prevent what would count as a heavy and almost un-understandable accent.

By the end of the conversation Nu knew the words for male and female, for sun and water and what Vrg’s people called his tree, his home.

Father appeared sometime during the conversation and settled on the bank of the river. Once mother stopped talking, father seemed to try to cough and then took to some odd sounding thing that was almost like what Vrg had spoken. Father’s voice rose and fell as if to the beat of a drum and ended on a quieter, softer note. Vrg sat in the water, covered but not quite hidden, staring at father.

“Db jb,” Vrg growled out, flashing her teeth.

“Upset, female is,” father frowned just slightly, “is female who sang that song for so long, why female sad? What happen to long hair?”

“Was torn out,” mother responded calmly, “beaten, burned, scratched up, pretty face for a short person. Look at that skin. Almost flawless.”

That made father frown, a deep, deep thing, “skin should not be flawless. Teeth straight too,” father leaned in close to female, “is female from first time. … this female was just out of childhood when first saw her. Short people don’t live that long. Right?”

“Right,” Taya sighed, “genetic aberration or someone tweaking them?”

“Tweak,” father grumbled, sitting back, “Nu, learn language of female so all can speak, yes?”

“Nu, mald,” Vrg said, “Taya fgmald. Mald,” the short female pointed to father. “skg,” a finger upward, “wwwdr,” down, to the water she was in, “dreeeeee.” and a finger towards the tree.

Mother blinked at Vrg, “memory alterations. What’s the call?”

“Up tree. Oh. Nu, should see El. Bright eyes went into red and then shock and just staring at pool now. Walked in on Mysh and papa,” father grinned from ear to ear, clearly showing what he and papa had been doing, “lots good time, but El think not for just anyone to walk in on. Bright eyes has lots to learn about gratification and pleasure.”

“Not. Speaking. To. Stupid. Male.” Nu growled out loudly, hopping up, “He thinks I am nothing more than a. A gratification and cannot be bothered to bring out emotion for one of an uncivilized, barbaric race. It’s like I asked him to mate me or something and he just sat there and stared at me and was like.

“Like he was weighing his options and decided that I would be the lesser of two evils, the worse evil being cousin Miller with that boil covered face of his and the puss tumours instead of eyes.”

“You. Don’t have a cousin Miller,” mother pointed out casually.

“I know that I don’t have a cousin Miller, but if I did, that would have been the choice and he was like, hey, you’re the better of the two but you’re still ugly as could be and I’m only with you to get rid of the ache I’ve got and no one else is stupid enough to sleep with me so it might as well be you, you big slut,” Nu snapped out, “I should have told him that I wasn’t a slut, I should have told him that I’m not just his cousin, I won’t sleep with anyone at all and I’ve not had more sexual encounters than I have hugs from my father and I don’t view my own family as pieces of meat so how dare he compare me to that whore he calls his family?”

Mother and father simply watched him. Vrg blinked several times, “shdubid mald.”

“That’s what Mysh say!” father chimed in, “males being stupid.”

***

El growled as he walked away from the short female. Vrg was her name but she looked far to clean, far too. Put up. He didn’t trust her at all. None of the genetic companies had found a way to splice anything into or out of a short person’s genetic material. First off, so little was known about the genetic material of the short people, secondly, because it was ethically unsound to splice into a sentient being.

Walking around a root, El all but stumbled over his own feet and through a bit of underbrush. He ended up on the other side, staring at the pool.

As Mysh thrust into the male he was mated to or connected to, El didn’t quite know. The smaller male gurgled out a moan and clutched at the grass. Mysh thrust again and the male reached behind, pushing his head against the ground. The male grabbed hold of Mysh’s leg and shuddered, moaning out his pleasure. Two males moaning and thrusting, being so together was just so different.

So public.

El’s mouth fell open as he watched the smaller male try to shift his weight, try to move just a bit. Mysh slammed into his partner and moaned, fingers trailing down the smaller male’s sides. For a moment the pair of them lay there, then Mysh climbed off of his partner and climbed into the pool.

All El could do was stare, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he had just walked in on sex. Not only had he just walked in on sex, but it almost seemed like the trio, Taya, Mysh and that partner, had set this up. Had set up El walking in on homosexual sex!

Why?

“Taya need Mysh,” Mysh muttered, arching an eyebrow as he came out of the pool and dragged on a pair of pants, “what about? Strange female? Very odd. El, why El staring like that?”

El snapped his mouth shut, “you two were just-”

“Sexing. Is what couples do. Sometimes,” Mysh grinned and looked over at his partner, “let him be rider. Is what pairs do. Go see Taya no, before Taya come find Mysh.”

Mysh left, the partner washed and left and El still stood there, staring at the pool. He just didn’t comprehend what was going on, he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around what he had just seen. They had been having sex, right there in public, right where everyone washed, no less. Any child could have walked in on that, anyone at all.

Was that. The point?

Nu stepped around El, glaring at him, “what is your problem?”

“They were. Having.”

“Oh, people pleasuring themselves as is right by their right and ability and in their rights and abilities,” Nu growled as El did a double take and realised that Nu was making about as much sense as El thought he was, “and you have a problem with that. Leave it to the ‘civilized’ man,” air quotes and all. El hadn’t even realised that Nu knew what an air quote was, “to be upset by two people expressing good and kind emotions towards each other because, oh no, it is where someone might see. Hide away the pleasure, hide the good parts about life, that is what one should do. Bury head in sand or kiss own ass,” Nu made a hand motion as if jerking himself off.

“I think you mean masturbate.”

“Stupid males acting like they know everything when they know nothing! Father sent me to get you, let’s go.”

“No.” El realised what Nu was saying, as it settled in, “people having sex where children can see isn’t right, Nu.”

“Beating a child. That is not right. Starving a child. That is not right. Neglecting a child, that is not right. How is showing a child how to behave, how pleasure should be given and taken equally, how to do it properly, how is that wrong? Your society tells you to keep it all hidden but it is all over the internet and the television, in ads and in your streets. Do not lecture my people about how we cover our privates and show children how to do have pleasure when they are grown.

“Our children will never wonder what it should feel like, our children will not think that it is right or normal when daddy touches them-”

“Hey!”

“We are nice and normal!”

“Child abuse is on a serious decline. Don’t you dare use that against me. I’m not even part of them.”

“But you are! Look at you, dressed in your stupid clothing with your stupid hairstyle and smelling like metal all the time. Complaining that you don’t get enough socialization but then declining my society’s ideas on socialization. You are civilized people. Born out here or not, you are one of them. You dress like them, you act like them-”

“Then how do you want me to act? You want me to roll in the mud? To swing from the branches of a tree like a monkey? How am I supposed to act if not the only way that I have ever known how?”

“Yao has no problem integrating into our society. So why do you? What is so important that you cannot be part of our world for two days? For two hours or even two seconds.”

“My mother.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Nu calmed down and El felt horrible. He hated it, hated saying that his mother was the thing that held him back because she was. If not for his mother, he would be running wild, he would join the tribe no problem and he would throw Nu down and have his way with the smaller male.

But she was still alive and she needed him and even though he didn’t need her, he wouldn’t exist, wouldn’t be alive if she hadn’t stood up and demanded that he be born. Everything he had, everything he was, he owed it to his mother.

El swallowed and waited for all kinds of comments, anything, really. But he didn’t expect the, “That is the one answer that I find acceptable,” that came from Nu’s lips right before the little male stepped up to him and wrapped arms around him, “I do not wish your mother ill, honestly, I do not, but I cannot help but hope.”

He almost laughed at the idea, “my mother is going to live a very, very long time. Nu, don’t you see the problem? Obviously I cannot live in your world, you can’t live in mine. There is no in between but for us living our separate lives or trying co-habitation in between your tribe and my civilization.”

Nu frowned, shook his head and frowned again, “wait. What is going on here? Are you. Proposing a relationship to me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? I’m not entirely certain what I am proposing.”


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