Willa had not seen him approach. His low tone rolled over her with his single word. She looked up at him briefly and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Morning Grumpy-pants," she responded. After all the antics of yesterday - the slap, the running, and the bleeding feet - all he had to say to her was 'human'? She gestured to the squirrel-like being that was roasting over the fire. "Hungry?" She didn't even know if the jerk actually ate anything. "Or did you need something?" Her tone was a bit huffy, annoyed that he would come in all this state to just stare her down.

Not waiting for a response she began to eat again. Who knew if he meant to chase her around her stupid paddock again. Or punish her for her misdeeds yesterday. It wasn't likely he was going to hurt her in any lasting way, considering his reaction to her bleeding feet. None the less, he made her nervous. She didn't know what he was thinking or wanted from her. He really hadn't had much of a chance to explain considering her reaction to things. She placed a bone from the squirrel leg with her neat little pile of fish bones that she would have to figure out how to take care of later. Probably bury them or something. Willa was beginning to feel like a cavewoman.

The male lowered himself to meet her, the food offering was some kind of gesture, possibly peacemaking, but there was no need.

The alien had a way about him that was only a quirk one could not see in any others but him. As the aroma of the female's hunt embraced his nostrils, his nose scrunched as though he were a rabbit. Self-sufficient even in her own cage. Maybe there was more to this creature, so far even through his denial, she had already displayed many traits of intelligence beyond the neanderthals of when his kind last visited the little dirt ball she called home.

His face leaned in against hers, golden orbs prying into her own. The pads of his fingers made contact with the sunkissed skin that glossed over her body. Exposure to a natural sun charged more of a warm hue as opposed to him. Her lips, eyes, eyebrows and many more details in the exact same place as his. He had noticed before sure, yet for the first time since she was brought on board, it was his own eyes that scanned her features, not just soma analytical data of the computer. Fire and a poor excuse for a shelter, it was clear she was above the creatures that roamed the open vast earth. The male's ears twitched from the sensation on his fingers. from her knees to her thighs and from there to her neck. Had she more pointed ears and a more slender face, she'be a spot on Aeli.

The texture of her hair between the gaps of his fingers felt soft and even had a perfumed scent. From his other palm, an arc of light generated and he took her hand and brought it to his. There was no pain, warm, gentle and even playfully ticklish, the electric worm was transferred int her own fingers as he passed it on as though it were a living creature. It was clear humans had not yet developed a cursory organ to generate electricity at will, but their hearts, veins, and even brains were charged by it.

At low voltage, she could hold it which only confirmed his suspicions. An elder race lay before him and somehow it was still young. The future potential of her race was truly terrifying.

"your name," He leaned in closer, a simple few inches seperated them, "tell me again.'

"My name," He exhaled turning his gaze from the light worm in her hand to her eyes.

"Solin."

He moved closer and at first she backed up. The movement seemed gentle though, in comparison to their last meeting. So she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. She wiped her squirrel greasy fingers against her pants and waited. His hands roamed her body as if searching for some sort of flaw. It was dulled by the suit but she could feel his fingers moving up and down - as if confirming she was actually real. She huffed lightly as his hands slid down her throat and down her breasts.

"Hey hey. Private sir," she said haughtily but allowed him to explore the less sexual parts of her body. Her brown eyes were held hostage by his enticing gold and she dared not look away. She was drawn in and enticed by those eyes. She felt as if he were trying to relate a feeling through them but she could not understand. He stroked her hair gently and she allowed it. His other hand grabbed hers. She was hestinant at first and ready to pull away but he was ever so gentle. Remebering her feet she allowed the contact. At first there was burning but then it starterd to tickle. She closed her eyes and giggled a moment. Then she was overwhelemed by feelings of confusion and concern. Her head snapped back as the elecriticty that flowed betweeen then gave her strange and foreign feelings. In return she fed him her confusion and desperation and intelligence. Her body shuddered as she brought herself forward, resting her foreheaed against him again.

Her feelings flowed backward on the electric line he had pushed into her. As much as he gave her she gave him. Her eyes were dark and murky as she tried to handle so many confilcting things. Her lips were close to his as she replied, "I am Willa, Solin."

Solin's eyes opened wide for a split second. The woman closed the gap between them, it was a brave move and he felt she now examined him as much as he did her. A mutual exploration of bodies, it was strange and yet, this contact between two aliens in such close proximity became more intimate and less scientific. The male was surprised, how could such a thing happen in a matter of seconds? her forehead on his inspired new sensations that were just as new to him as she was on the ship.

In his world, there were rituals for this kind of thing. But maybe led by her primeval example, his supposed analytical contact became that more of pure instinct. Whether shame or natural, he couldn't help it. Humans as he was told, were just another branch of primates.. but not this.

His forefinger and thumb slid softly tracing the round, strange alien ears she had. Dark irises that lack his Bioluminecence, yet in the artificial sunlight, they became a deep wooden honey color. His square jaw loosened, for him, there were no expressions of the mind except through words and computations. Nonverbal contact was for the lesser races but at the moment it felt so strong, so real. "I am Aeli, you, Human.'

This could be the discovery of a lifetime, but she was a slave, a product for some and a meal for others. He was confused, what was he to do with her now? her fate was sealed to live the rest of her days a simple exhibition animal. Could he stop it? should he stop it?

Her lips were warm to the touch.

The contact from his came quickly and suddenly, autonomous, sensual and unheard of. His body reacted before his mind could catch up. His moved from an awkward motion to something of a rhythm, something that felt just right. It was only a few seconds. he split away from her and landed backward on his rear with hands on the grass. What had just happened? His neurons could not compute what it was that compelled him to such a thing. What had come over him? was this some strange reaction due to a pheromone she had released into the air? or maybe some psycho-inducing suggestive inpiulse. He did not know of what purpose he had made that contact between their lips or the meaning of it. his kind did no such things and why did his 'want' erupt in such a way?

The male crawled backward a couple strides.

In his confusion and smooth lingering sensation on his lips, his throat released a small whimper between arching teeth of electric light. The gold of his rings darted even faster between hers and her full lips.

"I.."

His touch was alien, for lack of a better word. She had been touched in this way before, to be sure. But that touch had a purpose beyond this one. His touch was innocent and pure. Exploratory. She wasn't sure what to make of it. Her body naturally lifted itself into his hands, anticipating something that could NEVER happen. But her body reacted none the less. She let out a small puff of air as her back arched upward to meet his hand. Her free hand reached forward and the arm rested about the back of his neck. Aeli? What did it matter?

Suddenly his lips met hers and she did not pull back at first. He had satisfactorily touched her in such ways that her mouth reacted to his on drunken autopilot. Her hand moved to wrap in his hair as she arched upward and toward him. This was short lived as he panicked - she could feel it- and ripped backward. The sudden lack of the electricity between them made her dizzy.

She placed a hand against her forehead as she watched him. He was leaning back from her and she felt punch drunk. One moment they were entirely connected and the next not. Her nerves were all haywire with the sudden lack of connection. She lay backward, panting. "That was quite mean," she breathed. "Don't break the connection so suddenly." Her voice was a siren's song of pleading.

Connection? this?

So many cultural rules, laws, and statutes broken in a matter of seconds. Now he really was a monster, the taboo between their actions was a transgression on too many levels. She was an animal for goodness sakes. A lesser being and what should feel like utter disgust only felt.. natural.

Too much sensory information, skin contact, eyes, feelings, sensations, hard breathing and strong palpitations. Beastiality, sin, crime. There was a revolt of his senses and a pull that lingered for more. It was total overload, he just couldn't process it. So now the once indifferent Aeli lay curled on the grass scratching at his lips as lighting seeped from them as a viper's tongue. His eyes jumped from his bare feet to the woman a few steps in front. She beckoned him and he somehow wanted to return to her and at the same time establish the boundaries of master and caged animal. The moment was fleeting, he just could not revert to the silent, analytical being he had always been.

What power had this creature?

"Explain this!" he demanded his body still convulsing from all the new sensations he felt coursing through him.

He was scaring her. Who was supposed to be all knowing and in charge? She had only seen him all bravado and machismo. And now he was having a fucking panic attack. What an idiot. She was trapped in space with a freaky idiot alien. With other aliens watching her. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

She crawled across the grass toward him and gently placed her hands on his shoulder. She would do her best to ensure he would not hurt himself but his behavior was confusing. "No, you fucker. You explain this all to me. You kidnap me from my home. You expose me in public. You run me down like a mother fucking deer. No, your behavior is unwarranted. You fucking explain this to me." She shook him hard and with effort rolled him onto his back. Stradling his chest, she held him still as she leaned close. "You have no right to be acting this way. Grow. The Fuck. Up." She was angry. Past angry. She wasn't sure if she wanted to pummel, drown, or hug this idiot.

What was this?

close proximity, very close indeed.

He didn't what a deer was or how its behavior correlated with his. Word after word she approached until her body was over his. His lips parted yet his speech was as quiet as some small earthen rodent.

"What do you want?" sweat rolled down the side his face.

Her list of demands answered with a question of his own. true, it was embarrassing to be on the other side of dominance, but had this woman not remembered where she was? A small gesture or tiny whim and she could die under a random tendril sprung from the bowels of the chamber. The light in his golds avoided hers, he could not keep up with his physiological and psychological internal struggles. His gaze landed on her chest and now that he subconsciously saw her as more than a simple creature, a redness came to his face.

All he wanted in that moment was to regain his composure and take back the governance of his mind and body. She and her behavior were alien to him. it seemed like everything having to do with contact and touch of the skin surged sensations, urges, and reactions unknown to the male. Maybe this was their power, however strange it may be, it could conquer worlds if left unchecked.

But right in this moment, he had neither the strength or will to resist.

Her hands, which had rested heavily on his shoulders drew back. As he seemed to calm down and she was sure he would not hurt himself, she removed herself from him and moved back to her spot by her tree and lodging. She removed the squirrel from the fire and let the stick lay against a rock so it could cool. "What do I want?" she asked bitterly. She could feel herself about to go off on him. Rip him several new holes in his person. Verbally speaking.

But...

No. She stopped herself as she sighed and rested her forehead against her hand. "I want to go home," she replied quietly but knew there was no chance of this. Even if she were returned at her request, she would know there was this great big world out there. No, going home was no longer an option. There would be too many questions in her heart. And a desperate longing for the stars. There were intelligent beings beyond her people after all. She buried her face in her hands as her thoughts spiraled. After what seemed like mere seconds but took ages, she peeked out from behind her hands. "I want respect." Her face held grim determination as she looked upon the alien.

"I want you to answer my questions the same way you would answer one of your kin. And I want a fucking house. No one has lived like I am now for over a millennium. And I want to know where the fuck I am and what it is you intend to do with me." Her body quivered with the anger and the renewed fear she felt. She wanted to pelt rocks at him. Stab him. Do something to keep herself safe. But the more logical part of her brain told her he WAS what kept her safe.

His nose twitched again and his eyes narrowed.

Equal treatment, and plenty of it as it seemed. "You are not Aeli," the male took a stance that made his nerves and body regain a slight confidence at the moment. "You are here for the entertainment of the galactic elite, a show beast to enthrall the senses and nothing more." there was a slight coldness returning to the dual tones of his voice as his words went on.

"This is a private Emperium Vessel," His eyes looked away into the false background landscape that seemed to go on for miles and miles. Even though she was not on par as his own kin, he still answered out of recognition of her intelligence. There was a subtle but deliberate movement of his hand and with it, a panel appeared before the both of them. Planets, moons, colonies and many enormous anomalies indescribable by human words dashed across the screen. it was but a small showing of the vastness of species that transcended the shell of their primitive planets. A true club for only the enlightened ones.

Another wave of his finger and their destination came to view. a small planetoid way outside of the range of the major Empire's laws and restrictions. A wild and ungoverned sector where only the most deprived and dangerous beings made a home. In the capital, there was a Colossal zoo full of almost every kind of creature in existence. Scenes of dumb to intelligent creatures being made to fight to the death as a crowd of millions of strange beings cheered livened up the screen.

'This is your purpose now." Solin said as his eyes came over the female's body once more as she viewed her certain future.

"You are not Aeli."

No shit Sherlock. What gave him his first clue? Lack of pointy ears? Or perhaps STEALING HER OFF A FOREIGN FUCKING PLANET.

She did not say anything though, just listened as he spoke. Emperium class? What in the name of Satan did that mean? Entertainment? What the actual god given fuck? How would she be entertaining? She was just some pumpkin spice-loving, Ugg-wearing, almost white girl from the south. What could she do that they would find entertaining?

... Fucking perverts.

Suddenly a sort of television screen thing appeared. She moved closer to Solin so she could look into it properly. Suddenly it was like science class. Plants and moons and shit moved across the screen and she had no comprehension. Her studies had always been of the earth itself. She had barely taken any sort of time to consider things beyond her beloved planet. Finally, in detailed focus, a single planet came to view. She was sure it had some sort of meaning but what she didn't know. Then there were beings in cages. Beings sent to be fought against one another. It was the worst of human history - some things that still happened - staring back at her from the screen.

His words.

This was what she was to do?

No.

No...

"NOOO!" She moved to knock the screen away but her hand slid through it. She cupped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes as she curled into the fetal position. She just whispered the word no for a bit as her body came to terms in a way her mind couldn't. No nonononononononono... noooooo. After a while, she began to think of alternatives. Anything else she could do.

Willa sat up suddenly and grabbed his upper arms. "Please. I can't fight another person... Kill another person. It's just not the sort of thing rational people do. Don't make me do it," she begged through tear filled eyes. The water rolled down her cheeks as she came to her next step. "Please. I'll fuck or suck off anyone you want. But I can't fight. Please." She leaned into his shoulder, hoping he would show her some empathy. Her body shuddered with her desperate tears and begging.