Chaka, a Stargate SG1 story by Glacis. Rated NC17. Spoilers for The
First Ones.
The MALP gave no indication of trouble. This, of course, should've put
them immediately on their guard. Paranoia had saved their asses on more than
one occasion. The utter silence that met them on P5D-936 struck them as a
little odd, but not enough to stop their explorations.
Discovering scorch marks on the earth all around the Gate, Jack and Teal'c went off in opposite directions, searching for
possible threats. Carter marched off in Jack's wake, staring with interest at
the different sized pock marks in the ground and muttering about surface to
surface missiles. After a thorough perimeter check, Jack waved them back to
work. For the next hour, they explored further and further into the woods,
looking for inhabitants, technology, botanical samples -- anything to make the
mission worth the trip.
There wasn't much. Eventually, Daniel spotted what could have been
either an impact mark or a rough hieroglyph on a rock and wandered over to it,
keeping one eye on the rest of the team and the majority of his attention on
the rock.
It saved his life.
"Down!"
Jack's cry was the only warning he had. Beams of pure white energy flew
out from everywhere at once. Daniel dove face-first
into the dirt, coincidentally knocking his chin against the rock he'd been
studying. He winced, tasting both blood and dirt, scrabbling for the gun
strapped to his thigh. He could hear staccato bursts of automatic weapon fire
from Sam and Jack and the lower-pitched whine of Teal'c's
staff weapon, returning enemy fire. They were shooting at shadows. Daniel
couldn't see a damned thing.
"Back!"
Jack was doing well with the monosyllables. Sam and Teal'c
sprayed fire as Jack led them out. Daniel had his gun out, but didn't fire it,
since he didn't know what the hell he should be aiming at and didn't want to
risk hitting the wrong person. The foliage between them and the Gate seemed to
have developed into a jungle when they had their backs turned. By the time they
made it back to the clearing where the Gate stood, it was filled with hostile
fire.
So much for turning tail and going home. Time for plan B.
Jack hunkered down and gestured for the rest of them to join him. Sam
and Teal'c crouched next to him and Daniel tried to
step forward to join them.
The sharp prick of a knife at the side of his throat stopped him in his
tracks. He opened his mouth to warn the others and the knife dug in, so he
clamped down on the yell that was trying to escape. Teal'c
looked up and bellowed just as Daniel was tugged backward into the trees. Then
the hostiles were firing again, pinning the remainder of the team where they'd
dived behind cover, and Daniel was being dragged over to the DHD.
Thrown roughly to his knees beside it, he looked up through blurred eyes
at a man the color of putty, holding what looked like a big flashlight pointed
at him. Daniel reached up to push his glasses back where they belonged so he
could see straight, and nearly poked himself in the
eye. Hm.
No glasses. Must have lost them while being dragged backward
through the bushes. The flashlight poked at him, and he glared up at his
captor.
"What?" he asked calmly. A torrent of gibberish that sounded
vaguely Mandarin answered him. He tried his question again in every Asian
dialect he knew, looking for some common words. Very quickly, the being got
tired of his efforts and pushed him toward the DHD. Hand gestures made it
clear.
They wanted him to dial home.
"No damned way," he muttered under his breath. For one thing,
he'd lost his GDO about the same time he'd lost his glasses, so if he tried
they'd all be squashed like bugs on the backside of the iris.
For the same reason, he couldn't get help from home, so unless he could
evade his captors, find some grenades, sneak back into the forest and rescue
his teammates, a course of action which didn't seem feasible at the moment, he
was fresh out of options. The lead warrior bellowed something at him, shaking
the flashlight, and a burst of energy flew from it, barely missing Daniel and
singeing the edge of the DHD.
"Stop!" he yelled, instinctively raising his hands. One thing
none of them needed was for the DHD to be destroyed. This didn't seem like the
best place for permanent exile. The natives were far too unfriendly.
Mind racing, Daniel reached for the glyphs, dialing an address from
memory, last used over a year before. As he leaned over the DHD, he scratched a
single word across the surface, hoping the rest of his team would make it out
and know where to look for him. If nothing else, it would throw the natives
off-track and perhaps even give his team a better chance to escape.
The Gate came to life with an impressive whoosh, and the leader howled
excitedly. Several more natives came running from the woods, and the sound of
weapon-fire diminished behind them. Daniel gave a hard little grin. Two of the
group that had initially captured him then grabbed hold of his arms and rushed
him up the steps, flinging him headlong into the event horizon.
The thought struck him as he tumbled through the wormhole that maybe
they hadn't wanted to go home. Maybe they'd just wanted him to go home.
He rolled through the Gate, hostile warriors spilling out all around him,
weapons blasting. While they were still trying to find an enemy to kill, Daniel
put his head down and ran like hell.
They followed, hot on his trail, and he dodged and twisted, barely
escaping getting fried by stray bolts from the energy weapons. Then a strange
thing happened. The pursuit stopped dead. Several of the warriors began to
yelp. Some of the yelps were cut off abruptly. Daniel ducked behind a tree,
panting harshly, and fought to get his pulse under control. When he could hear
something other than his heart pounding in his ears again, he returned as
stealthily as possible toward the Gate.
What he saw stopped him in his tracks. A small pack of Unas, five or six of them, had several dead warriors
scattered around them. They were tearing the aliens into pieces and tying the
corpses to sturdy sticks. It looked like they were getting ready to transport
them. Cement-colored fluid, several shades darker than the aliens' skin, was
smeared all over their claws and faces.
It looked like they'd sampled the goods before deciding to take the
catch home.
Daniel swallowed several times in order to keep his breakfast where it
belonged, then melted away into the trees as silently as he'd approached. From
the look of it, it'd take some time for the Unas to
dress their kills, and he couldn't return to P5D-936 until he had a clear shot
at the Gate. Using the broken fragment of slate he'd brought with him, he
marked his trail on the trees he passed. This was one planet he didn't want to
get lost on.
By the time he'd gotten far enough inland that he felt safe, at least
for the moment, he collapsed against the base of a tree in a small copse and
closed his eyes. Stretching his legs to work out the stiffness, he leaned his
head against the rough bark of the tree and took a deep breath. He'd give it an
hour or so, then head back. Make his way to the Gate
and meet up with his team. Once the natives stopped shooting at them they'd
realize Daniel was missing. Then, either they'd come get him, or he'd go back
to them. It was just a matter of time.
He was still thinking about timing and teamwork when he fell asleep.
A weird snuffling sound close to his ear roused him. Eyes still closed,
he waved his hand, batting at the insect.
Clawed fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled him away from the
tree, nearly yanking his arm from the socket.
"Yowch!" he yelped as he abruptly
came fully awake. A few inches from his face was an Unas. One from the hunting party, judging
by the grayish stains around his mouth and chin-horns. "Woah," Daniel tried again. "Ka naan, ka naan." He
vividly remembered how to say he wasn't food.
This one didn't look like he was buying it.
Growling, the Unas spat, "Hok tah! Keka!" at Daniel, hauling him
to his feet and slashing at his uniform with his claws.
"Son of a bitch!" Daniel spat back, just as angrily. "No, I am NOT food! Ka! Ka!" It didn't do him any good. He struggled, bunching
up his fists and punching as hard as he could at any part of the Unas he could reach. That didn't do any good, either. By the
time the fracas ended, Daniel was covered in welts and bleeding scratches, what
clothing was left hanging in shreds from him, and the Unas
wasn't hurt in the least. Just pissed off. And hungry, if the gleam in his eye was anything to go by.
The Unas had one huge clawed paw raised to
strike, Daniel still vehemently insisting that he wasn't food, when a
tree-rattling roar shook them both. In the middle of what sounded eerily like a
battle-cry, one sound came through clearly. "Daa-nyell!"
Thank god. A friend at last. Daniel was still
getting his mouth around "Chaka!" when the Unas
who held him howled back and threw Daniel a good six feet. Bouncing off a tree
and landing on his knees in the dirt, he gasped, trying to get his lungs
working again. Raising his head, he saw his old friend from the last time he'd
come to P3X-888, fully grown now. Close to eight feet tall, hands the size of
dinner plates, claws at least five inches long.
Royally pissed off.
Happily, the rage was focused at the Unas
who'd been trying to make a meal of Daniel, not at Daniel himself. Pulling
himself shakily to his feet, Daniel took a few steps forward, hands out,
murmuring in a calming voice, "It's okay, Chaka.
Everything's okay. Everybody take it easy now --"
He didn't even see the backhand from the hungry Unas
that caught him across the side of the skull and sent him into unconsciousness.
Wotak is a provider. Wants to lead. Good at one. Never the
other.
As long as Chaka lives.
Danyel returns. Surprise. Joy.
Wotak tries to make him naan. Ka. Danyel
is not naan.
Danyel is for Chaka.
Danyel makes sounds. Soft
sounds, like a mate before pleasure. To Chaka.
Wotak strikes Danyel.
Rage.
Wotak strikes that which
is for Chaka.
No matter that Wotak is a provider. Others
provide.
One Danyel.
Wotak challenges Chaka. Wotak hurts Danyel. Chaka smells Danyel's blood. The soft noises stop.
Wotak dies.
Strike. Roar, strike
again. Claws to Wotak's belly, to
his mouth, to his nose. Horns to Wotak's
face. Claws to Wotak's
throat.
Pain at arm, belly, face, but it is nothing. Wotak
hurts Danyel. Wotak
challenges Chaka.
Wotak dies.
Tikel cries. Wotak is a provider. Tikel is a
mate. Tikel roars.
Chaka looks up from Wotak's body and roars
louder.
Tikel cries. Lowers her horns. Reaches for Danyel.
Chaka strikes Tikel and covers Danyel. Danyel is not naan. Not provider. Not leader. Chaka is confused by Danyel, but protective. Danyel is
his.
"Pakta kre?"
Yes. Chaka agrees. Danyel is mate. Chaka
mounts Danyel. Something is wrong.
Danyel is strange. His
face is smooth. He has no horns. He is stupid about danger. His eyes are
sky-colored, not like the trees, as they should be. He is furry in spots. His
nose is bumpy. His skin is soft, and he has no claws. But he smells good. His
sounds are soft. And he is Chaka's, and Chaka will mate with him.
If Chaka can find the holes.
Tikel leaps forward and
catches Danyel. Tries to take him
from Chaka. Chaka swipes at Tikel, knocking
her over. Danyel stirs beneath Chaka.
"Daa-nyell?" Chaka claws him gently, careful of the strange soft skin with no armor
and no bone. Danyel makes soft noises again, and
Chaka responds. Croons to him, singing mating songs. Clicks deep in his throat.
"Chaka ... are you purring? I can't believe how heavy you are. What
on earth are you doing? Not that the earth part's applicable, I suppose. I
wonder what -- Oh, my god!"
The sounds are soft, then sharp. Danyel looks
at Wotak. Tikel creeps
closer.
"Pakta. Pakta kre, Danyel."
Chaka invites him to mate. A command to any other. A request to Danyel. Chaka wraps
his claws around Danyel's legs. Lays
his body over him. Tries to find holes.
Need to mate is strong. Hopes he finds holes soon. Tikel
is whining. Danyel is making sounds again. Moving. "Fre!"
Yes. Like that.
Only one hole?
Chaka does what he can. Danyel is strange, but he is
Chaka's.
Illumination hit Daniel with the force of a brick. Chaka wasn't sitting
on him. Chaka was trying like hell to fuck him.
The insane urge to giggle warred with the strong urge to have hysterics,
hampered by the true anthropologist's curiosity that had gotten him into and
out of more trouble than he could recall. The Unas
who'd attacked him lay in a heap a few feet away, his throat torn out. A
second, smaller Unas cowered nearby,
staring at him like it would really enjoy making a meal out of him.
Chaka was draped over his back like an extremely heavy, very horny
tortoise shell, looking for a way in.
"It's not gonna work, Chaka," Daniel
tried reasoning with him. Chaka crooned some more, made that strange purring
sound, and pulled harder at his legs. The other Unas
growled.
It looked even hungrier.
More sounds caught Daniel's attention, and he turned as best he could
under Chaka's weight to see the rest of the hunting party coming up on them.
Chaka was moving more urgently now, and the crooning was starting to take on a
frustrated edge. Daniel swallowed.
He could certainly get himself in some odd situations. From the look of
this one, he'd better get damned good at cross-species intercourse real fast,
or Chaka's efforts would be for naught. It was meal or mate time for one Daniel
Jackson, and much as he didn't want to do what he knew he had to do, it was
better than ending up in several pieces roasting on a spit in a cave somewhere.
Besides, if the pack took Chaka down, he'd have no chance at all of escaping,
and if he didn't do what Chaka wanted, the rest of them might look on this as
the perfect opportunity to change leadership of the clan.
Wouldn't be the first time perceived weakness in the alpha male led to
an unexpected rearrangement of the status quo.
"Shit," Daniel whispered. Craning to look over his shoulder,
he caught sight of Chaka's erection. It protruded from a slit in the mottled
skin of the groin, almost shyly. It wasn't very big, thank god. About four
inches long, maybe half an inch across and slick with a fluid that glowed
almost as brightly as the blood had when Daniel'd
taken the stone out of Chaka's hand so many months before. "Well, at least
it won't kill me. Nice of you to bring your own lube."
Taking a deep breath, he reached behind himself and ripped away the last
of his undershorts. At this point, the only clothing
he had left was part of his tee shirt draped from the collar stretched around
his neck, his dog tags, his belt, and his boots. The remnants of his pants puddled around the tops of his boots. With his backside
bared, he kept breathing deeply, trying to stay as relaxed as possible, and reached back to take gentle hold of Chaka's
penis.
The Unas roared. He sounded more startled than
afraid. After the initial jolt, he began to croon again and leaned forward.
Daniel was on his hands and knees, one hand now reaching back between his
thighs and guiding Chaka home. Chaka was crouched over him, huge clawed feet
planted outside Daniel's calves, clawed hands digging into the dirt on either
side of Daniel's body. His head was above Daniel's, and he was nuzzling the top
of Daniel's head with his chin horns. The only consolation Daniel had in the
whole fiasco was that even if his team did manage to make it here, nobody could
see him because Chaka literally covered him from head to toe.
Not that it was much consolation.
The initial breach hurt, but Daniel pushed air in and out and tried his
damnedest to relax. Chaka didn't have a clue what Daniel meant when he warned,
"Go slow!" but it wasn't that large. Once Chaka got going, it
actually felt mildly pleasant. It lengthened a little bit with each thrust, and
Daniel grunted in surprised pleasure when the slightly rounded head nudged his
prostate.
His reaction pleased Chaka, who crooned louder and thrust harder. His
massive thighs tightened around Daniel's butt and thighs, and Daniel moaned at
the increased sensitivity as his ass was squeezed around the invader. He
couldn't believe he was being screwed by an Unas, and liking it. Then a secondary pressure made itself
known and he froze. No wonder Chaka's penis was small in comparison to his
overall size.
He had two.
The second swelled beneath the first, rather like an upside-down
rhinoceros' horn, and from the feel of it, almost as big. It forced its way
between his thighs, riding high up against his perineum, in concert with the
smaller one inside him. Chaka squeezed more tightly with his thighs and humped
harder. Daniel nearly passed out.
It felt incredibly good.
Unable to stop himself, Daniel began to thrust back as Chaka thrust
forward. The crooning got positively ecstatic. Daniel could relate. His
prostate was getting massaged from within and without; his butt was getting a
workout unlike any it had ever gotten; each forward motion from the larger
penis rubbed him literally from one end to the other, banging into his
testicles at the end of each thrust. His own erection was bobbing in the air,
his balls jolted continually, sending little bolts of electricity all through
his body.
Unthinking, he reached down and started to pump himself in time to
Chaka's thrusting. His head felt like it was going to explode and his cock was
harder than he could remember it being in months. Maybe ever.
Sensations were rocketing from his ass to his cock up through his chest into
his head and down his spine into his hands and feet. His toes were curling.
Hell, even his hair felt like it was curling.
Chaka was almost singing now, dipping his head to sniff at the back of
Daniel's neck then purring against the side of his face. The tickle added to
the sensory overload, and Daniel started to shake. His hand moved harder on his
cock and he bucked up against Chaka as hard as he could. Chaka purred
approvingly. At least Daniel thought it was approval. The way Chaka was going
at it, he had to be liking something about Daniel.
Orgasm took him by surprise. One final intense
sensation to top all the others. He threw back his head and yelled,
catching Chaka by surprise. Clenching around Chaka's smaller
penis, Daniel spasmed twice, then a third time.
Chaka roared, a tonal variation on his challenge roar, and Daniel would have
smiled at being able to tell that, if he wasn't so completely wiped out even
his mouth muscles couldn't move.
A few thrusts later, Chaka had his own climax. The spray bathed Daniel's
testicles with glowing green fluid the consistency of honey. It was very hot,
almost painful on the twitching flesh of his ball sac, and he moaned under the
additional stimulation. Head hanging upside down, he watched as the goop shot
over his skin. Some of it bypassed his dangling genitals and sprayed across his
chest. A few drops hit his face.
He licked them clean before he thought about it. Then he tried not to
gag. It tasted absolutely horrible. He was still coughing, trying to clear his
throat, when Chaka pulled away from him. Rising to stand upright over Daniel's
now collapsed body, he roared again. The entire hunting pack roared back. If
he'd had the strength, Daniel would have been embarrassed. As it was, he just
wanted to sleep. For about a week.
Chaka had other plans.
Danyel is stupid about
danger but not stupid about Chaka. He makes soft sounds. Shows
Chaka the hole. Too small. Only
one. Not enough. But Danyel knows what to do.
Chaka is surprised. Happy. Excited.
Danyel smells very good. Feels
strange, but good. Cool and smooth and small. Danyel
moves his legs, and Chaka moves. It is good. Danyel
makes more noises, not so soft. Sharper, but no anger.
The smell peaks. A smooth hand with no claws pulls at Chaka, and cool surrounds
Chaka, and Danyel shakes. Smells of
the water, without the danger. Chaka looks and Danyel's
eyes are sky-with-storm.
Finished. Danyel is for Chaka. All know it. Chaka screams his claim.
They lower their horns.
No one will make naan of Danyel
now.
Chaka takes Danyel up and brings him back to
the sleeping place. Chaka eats. Danyel sleeps. Tikel is quiet. No one challenges Chaka.
Tossed over Chaka's shoulder like a sack of flour, the journey back to
the caves wasn't a particularly pleasant one. If Daniel hadn't already been
pounded to the point where his muscles were mush, all the bouncing over the
broad, ridged shoulder beneath his belly would have done it. By the time they
got to the cave and Chaka tossed him with unexpected gentleness onto a pile of
furs, Daniel'd had quite enough.
"You know, while I appreciate the protective aspects of being owned
by the alpha male of the tribe, and can always appreciate astonishingly good
sex, regardless of where it comes from, with the definite exception of Hathor, I really think it's time for me to go home
now." He tried to rise.
Chaka put the palm of his hand on Daniel's forehead and pushed him flat
without any discernible exertion.
"Or I could always have a little rest, first."
Escape not being an option for the moment, Daniel lectured himself about patience for the nine thousandth time since
joining the SGC, and concentrated on linguistics instead.
"Well, I wanted to spend some time here seeing if I could get a
handle on the language." He looked down at his bizarrely undressed, blood
and Unas-semen-splashed body. "I wasn't really
expecting it to be as a sex slave, but I'm flexible." Pulling one of the
furs over his lap, he sighed and got to work. "So,
Chaka." The big Unas glanced over at him,
nostril slits flaring. "I vaguely recall some new words this time. Fre? Does
fre mean fight?"
Chaka joined him on the furs. Growled softly, his eyes
never leaving Daniel.
"Okay, I'm guessing not fight. Maybe in
conjunction with some of the other words. Kree?" Chaka peered at
him even more intensely. "No, shorter sound than that.
And something about packs. Pakta? Pakta kre?"
Faster than the eye could follow, Daniel found himself on his hands and
knees again, the fur discarded, with Chaka draped over his back and purring so
loud it echoed off the cave walls. As clawed hands pried his thighs apart and
he felt himself invaded once more, Daniel sighed. "Well, I guess I can
figure out what that one means."
Then Chaka started moving, and that damned dual massage started up
again, and Daniel's brain melted to slag. Linguistics could wait. First, he had
some mating rituals to study.
Teal'c looked down at the
crushed remote GDO transmitter he'd last seen on Daniel Jackson's person.
Without it, he could not transmit the iris deactivation code, and could therefor not return home. A few feet from the now-useless
technology, the sun glinted off another item. Teal'c
strode forward and retrieved it. He stared at the fragile, broken twist of wire
and glass in the palm of his hand.
He swallowed. Focused on rescue and retrieval, he caught up to Colonel
O'Neill, who was prodding the undergrowth near the dial-home device. Unsuccessfully.
"DanielJackson is in grave danger," Teal'c reported.
"Tell me something I don't know, Teal'c,"
the colonel answered. Teal'c heard the humor and the
pain beneath the words. Teal'c looked past O'Neill at
the DHD itself.
"He is no longer on the planet."
O'Neill's head came up and he stared at Teal'c.
Major Carter joined them as well.
"How do you know that?" she asked. Teal'c
nodded toward the DHD.
"He left us instructions telling us where he went."
"Where?!" O'Neill sounded incredulous. Teal'c reached past him to point to the single word
scratched across the surface with a soft rock.
"UNAS. He has
returned to the place of the First Ones. Perhaps he believed he would have a
safe reception, while if any of the hostile forces pursued him, they would
not."
Major Carter was already dialing the DHD. O'Neill was smiling at him.
There was more humor than pain in the smile. It was feral, and his eyes
gleamed. "Good catch, Teal'c."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"It was an interpretation, not a catch, O'Neill."
O'Neill didn't bother to explain. The Gateway activated and they entered
on the trail of their lost friend.
The smell of carnage hit Teal'c before he
stepped from the Gateway. Oddly-colored blood, brutally severed limbs and
assorted piles of internal organs of unknown origin littered the area around
the Stargate. None of them appeared to be, or smelled, Tau'ri.
His symbiote moved restlessly and he took a moment to
center himself.
"This way!" O'Neill had forged through the battlefield and was pointing at a tree
trunk near the perimeter of the Stargate clearing. Teal'c
joined him and stared at the familiar writing. Daniel
Jackson's. It said 'this way' and there was an arrow beneath it.
"You are good," Teal'c informed
O'Neill gravely. Major Carter laughed softly. O'Neill's smile became a grin.
"You ain't seen nothing,
yet."
"On the contrary," Teal'c pointed
out a second tree, further in. "I see more markings."
They spoke little on the short march. The marks ceased at a small copse.
Teal'c cautiously approached the corpse of the Unas lying within it.
"DanielJackson did not do this." The
Unas' throat had been removed, after a fierce battle,
the marks of which covered its hide. As O'Neill and Carter scouted around the
area, Teal'c moved closer to a disturbed area beneath
a tree to the side of the copse. It smelled very faintly of Tau'ri
blood. And something else. Salty.
He knelt and touched dried traces of unusual colored fluids mixed with the
grass and dirt. Inhaling, he concentrated.
"This way." Teal'c rose abruptly and took the lead. He
saw minute tracks, broken twigs, scraped dirt, and followed the trail to a
cave. As they drew closer, O'Neill came up beside him.
"This place looks familiar," he said softly. Teal'c nodded agreement. Carter, on the other side of him,
nodded as well.
"This is where we retrieved Daniel last time," she added.
"Keep your eyes open," O'Neill cautioned them as they entered.
Teal'c didn't bother asking. The intent behind the
order was clear, even if the phrasing was awkward.
Their ingress was unchallenged. In the distance, Teal'c
could hear growls and strange echoes. They resembled wild animals feasting. His
unease grew.
As they rounded a corner into a smaller cave, complete with a banked
fire and roasting pit, Teal'c was nearly betrayed
into a sigh of relief.
"Daniel!" O'Neill greeted him.
The Unas leapt to its feet and roared.
Instinctively, Teal'c raised his staff weapon.
O'Neill and Carter crouched in firing position.
"Jack! Don't shoot!" He turned to the Unas.
"Ka! Ka. Mat na'ak ket. Cho
Chaka. Kre."
The Unas eyed the team suspiciously but
stopped roaring. It made a noise similar to one Teal'c
had heard from pigeons in the park where young Cassandra played.
"I have to go home now, Chaka. Mat na'ak ket." The Unas grumbled, but
retreated.
"Chaka," he said softly as they left. The Unas
stared at them until they were out of sight.
Once beyond the cave, O'Neill stopped and looked
"I'm a member of the clan. But I'd really like to go home
now."
Teal'c stared
appraisingly at
"O'Neill, I will assist DanielJackson."
With that, he picked the startled
"I'm fine, Teal'c!"
"I don't think so, Danny," O'Neill remarked, seeing Teal'c's firm hold on
Teal'c pondered this all
the way back to Earth.
Handing a protesting
Privately.
Chaka sees Danyel leave. Sky eyes are cloudy
now, but still light. Danyel touches him. "Cho Chaka. Mat na'ak ket." He knows his mate. But he leaves.
The rocks are dark. The fire is cold. Chaka stares at the empty fur. Danyel is for Chaka. Danyel is
gone. He will return.
Chaka knows.
end