To be a Bastard and a Dark Kin is a cold existence in the clan. You are abused, you are shunned, you are hated… but not him, at least not completely of course. His Stepmother and Father loved him, his Stepmother shouldn't have loved him, considering what he signified to the Bloodline but she cared for him like he was her son, while his father showed hesitation yet still showed pride whenever he worked hard to impress.

The clan however didn't, the children laughed and teased him, the Teachers forced him harder than others so that he would break and give up, his uncles and aunts spat at his name and struck him at the slightest sign of imperfection. Yet he never broke, he never cried, he never let them get to him, he had no more tears to cry after those first few years, because at least a few people showed him, love. His brother taught him how to hunt, how to tame beasts and show compassion and mercy when needed. His sister showed him how to enjoy life, to live and laugh the dark away, to prowl and stalk under the cover of darkness, to lay traps when needed.

Then there were the Twins, oh she was beautiful, and he was handsome, Two of the few others who cared for him, she and her brother showed him their teachings. Tah'kal and Mey'Ri were their names, the older pair of twins sought more in him, and in them, he felt compassion and love as well. He could still remember those few moments, those small bits of love he felt when he was with them.

Hundreds of years ago

It was the day after one of his many training sessions, his body ached but his soul remained intact because his stubborn nature refused to let that break under the stress of his instructors. Maybe that's why he didn't sense them coming.

"Mon'Toane!." A happy squeal echoed as a female picked him up from behind, a yelp leaving the dark kin's throat as a deep click and laugh followed, a larger male shifted down to happily rest a hand on his shoulder and shake it. A warmth filled his chest at the sight of the two, a happy trill leaving his throat. "Mey'Ri! Tah'Kal! What are you doing here, shouldn't you two be out hunting?" The sight of the two Enforcers always brought happiness to his dark world, even if they were his senior by a few dozen or so years.

Mey'Ri happily Chuffed, her caramel skin and Red, snake-like patterns crept around from her back to her front, a similar yet smoother coloration marking Tah'Kal and his slightly more wethered and scar-covered body, but both shared those brilliant, dazzling Emerald colored eyes, eyes that marked their mutation and the Bloodline they had with the Hell Stalker clan, the beast tamers. They were taller than him of course, but just barely. Mon'Toane was only 6'6, while the Twins were both pushing 7'3, of course, Mey'Ri would surpass her Twin brother in height due to being a female, Mon'Toane would eventually pass them both due to his Dark kin genes. Mey'Ri chuckled gently, as she slowly twirled one of her blue-tipped dreadlocks, the only thing that separated her from her brother was the hair really because Tah'Kal's hair was Blue Ringed, not Blue tipped. Others would mistake them but, Mon'Toane could never.

But Tah'Kal is who spoke out this time, his softer, dare say even slightly smooth voice like a fluffy cloud for one's ears, it was almost enough to distract Mon'Toane long enough so that he didn't realize his feet were once more touching the ground, Mey'Ri having finally let go of him. "We have been given leave, little Night. We chose to see our void, is that so much to ask for? Always the smooth talker, a faint green flush marking Mon'Toane's throat, Mey'Ri releasing a melodic giggle at the younger male's reaction. These two, always made him happy, they always filled that void in his heart.

"What is a Void, a Night, without his Sun and Moon? What is the sky without its brilliant glow, it stars?..." he couldn't help but reach out to them, his hands gently cupping across their cheeks, his dark fingers locking gently around their lower mandibles and tugging them both down to his level. His Tusks softly clicked across Mey'Ri's tusks, before peppering her forehead with loving taps. Then he turned to Tah'Kal, his tusks tapping across the male's lower mandible and chin, before tapping at his cheek intimately. These two were his, and he was theirs. They were his stars, his sun, and his moon, and he would be their Night sky.

The Two Senior hunters softly nuzzled back in return, this was one of the few moments they could be with him, Few moments they could be together and not be judged by the other clans, to be scorned and hissed at for loving such a tainted beast, such a tainted creature that was a Dark Kin. This was Mon's few moments to feel normal, to be a Yautja, not a dark kin abomination.

"We have to go now… but we'll be back, right brother? Mey'Ri spoke out after a few moments of love, her Twin grunting and trilling in agreement, his mandibles forming into their people's form of a grin. One meant to settle the younger male. "Of course… we'll always return to see our Night sky.

Present...

We'll be back….

We'll Be Back….

WE'LL BE BACK….

A Gasp left his mandibles, mismatched eyes shooting open as the Elite sprung up, body glistening with sweat as he shook slightly. Another dream, another nightmare, and memory taunting him for his failures. Yet he couldn't mourn now, it had been years, he was an elite, and elites didn't mourn the dead. Elites accepted the passing of brothers, sisters, lovers, mothers, and fathers without issue because that was the way.

But Mon'Toane was alone. He was locked away in the secrecy of his room, no one could see, hear… or judge him for what he truly was.

A weakling.

Mon'Toane was a weakling because only weaklings cried, only weaklings suffered this agonizing pain, this burning blade piercing their hearts. In a ship where crying was forbidden, where suffering was ignored, the strongest of their warriors wept silently. He wept to a cruel God, he wept to the psions of old, to shamans who raised them to be powerful, he wept to lovers who were now gone.

And he Cursed the woman who took both of them from him, He cursed her name to every deepest pit of hell he could think of, he spat on her name and grave with his tears. He cursed the day he found her, the day he killed her because he should have made her suffer far more than what she earned. He cursed Tau'Kon