So yeah its been a long time since I've posted anything so have a thing. Just a thing I wrote while I was tipsy, not sure if I'll continue or not.

I don't own AVP or anything. I do own Halkrath and any and all OC's that pop up.

Halkrath hadn't expected this at all.

He'd come to Earth expecting just a normal clean up after the newly-blooded were finished with their chiva but this was not something he was trained to handle. Before he, laid out in a blanket, was a tiny ooman pup, squabbling and crying for the dead parents that he'd likely passed on his way in. What in Paya's name was he supposed to do with it? His training hadn't prepared him for such things nor had his life as a sire. It was the females job to do all the pup rearing, not the males. So this was completely out of his area of expertise.

Huffing, he knelt down, examining it, running scans and picking up its vitals. Overall, it seemed healthy, no signs of damage from the acidic blood, no internal damage… it was amazing that the creature had escaped injury to begin with. But now he was faced with what to do with the thing. It wasn't like he could bring it back to Yautja Prime and raise it, no, that would be a terrible idea really. His kind didn't know how to raise ooman children, they had different needs than their pups and he wasn't about to take it back only to have it die on him. Little ones were precious to the world and he wanted it to have a chance to live. Paya must have some plan for it if it was able to survive this night.

"What am I to do with you?" He clicked, reaching out and touching the pink child with the tip of his claw. In the time he'd been thinking, the child had calmed, looking at him with brilliant green orbs. It wasn't afraid of him, Halkrath picked up no signs of distress from the child and it caused him to release an amused chuff. "You are strong, little ooman, and brave, you do not fear me." He let it grasp his claw and rumbled a bit, feeling the weak yet strong grasp it had.

Halkrath still needed to figure out what to do with it and time was running out. He was due back before the dawn of this planets cycle and that was fast approaching. Perhaps he could find a new family and leave it with them… He had seen ooman's do this before, especially desperate mothers. They left their children at random houses or what he could only guess were holy places and the children were always picked up and cared for. Seeing as he could not risk taking the tiny ooman with him, that seemed to be his only possible option. Clicking, he gently lifted the little ooman up, awed that it was so fragile. It also disgusted him, making him wonder how the oomans had lived for so long with their fragile bodies. Standing and clocking himself, and the child, he made his way out, heading into the town not a few miles away from his current position.

Scouting the town for suitable parents for the child was a task but he did it quickly enough, finding a pair who were both healthy and strong and of good standing, from what he could tell. He gently placed the child down and rumbled, still amused that the child was so quiet in his foreboding presence. Now.. how to get the oomans attention? Chuffing, he lightly knicked the little oomans collar, blood oozing up from the slight cut he made. The reaction was instant as it started to scream and cry in pain and confusion, unable to see what had hurt it.

Halkrath was far enough away by the time the adult oomans came to see what the fuss was, watching with slight pride as his choices picked the little ooman up and brought it inside. Good, it would be cared for, he'd made the right decision. Now, he would watch from afar, he had time to spare until he was due home. So now he could relax and gather some new ooman skulls for his trophy case.