Thread: When Heros Fail {place_holder_49 X Shik}

There was a war going on. It wasn't something that many people paid attention to since most of it was being fought on a small backwater planet in the middle of dead space. The humans werent even supposed to be here. There was just a small colony that had decided that their planet looked good to be populating. They didnt however count on the natives being wicked smart and not taking kindly to someone who didnt respect nature. The natives here called themselves the Apatu. They wore simple loincloths and blended in with nature. The Apatu had a symbiotic relationship with the plants of the planet and lived off only the meat of other animals. They hadnt minded humans at first and even allowed themselves to be seen, snuffling through the streets of the village with cat-like interest. The humans seemed to get the message quick that the Apatu werent much for conversation. Much like a human cat, the Apatu were happiest when they were ignored. Of course that was before the humans broke the cardinal rule and started harvesting the native plant life for food and killing other plants to make way for more and more land. The Apatu though gave the humans warning, sitting in front of the farmlands watching the humans break the rule while they sat there. It was the first and last time that the humans heard the Apatu speak, warning them not to go any farther. But they did. The Apatu were not an alien race that one wanted to be at war with. They were notoriously hard to kill. Their body covered in armored plates, soft fireproof fur covering the thick plates of armor their bodies naturally made out of bone. Fully standing they rose to a height of about eight foot tall, heavily muscular bodies always ready for combat. Their arms were thicker than a humans chest, supporting their body weight when they walked in their relaxed crouch. Each of the six fingers was long and nimble, ending in long sharp blade-like claws. Each palm held another mouth that they used for ripping apart prey and gently sucking out nectar from the plants they had a relationship with. Out of their back came sharp spikes, lining down until it met with the nine whip-like tails, each barbed with poisonous spikes that could be sheathed and unsheathed at will. Finally their head was covered with a bone-plate helm that they made to guard against human attacks. Their eyes, when seen were amber feline eyes, the slits a black sideways line along them. They were delicate compared to most of their body and one could blind them with a sword before going for the most vulnerable part of their body their vlar. The vlar was a special artery that carried the much needed nectar to their brain and all along their body. This artery peaked out through the skin at a spot the size of a mans finger length. Usually the Apatu wore heavy collars that covered the vulnerable place but if one had enough luck and skill, they could kill an Apatu. Which some of the humans had done successfully since there was only two Apatu left in the wilds of this mostly feral world. A low growl left the larger of the two Apatu, he was sniffing the ground before him in annoyance. They had been covertly planting plants to take over the human village. Their camouflage was hard to see through and the plants had successfully taken over the space port so that any fool trying to get in was fucked hard and held until the Apatu decided to kill them and leave their body in the middle of the village as a warning. Yawning, the alpha of the two motioned to the other Apatu to move to the side. It would seem they were being sought out. Making almost no noise, he allowed one of the plants to slither up his arm and onto his body, attaching itself to the vlar before he climbed into one of the massive trees. The other Apatu took up another position from another tree. Since the Apatu leader was pissed and it was only one human, he decided to mock the man. Look here, brother. The humans have sought us out. It was a seductive purr to the voice, one they reserved for prey before they killed them. Normally the Apatu would reserve such a voice for mates and lovers but since the humans had only left the two of them. They had names but as much as they ached to hear them, they couldnt allow the humans to know them. Knowledge was power and the Apatu fondness for names was something that only they could not allow strangers to know now. A low pleased rumble sounded from somewhere on the other side of the human, Yes, I believe the human wants to see if he can kill us. Shame really when we can give him so many pleasurable things. The other Apatu gave out a purr, Wouldnt you rather we give you pleasure instead of pain?