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- You are a warrior. Anyone who disagrees…well, no one would disagree. Your scars are beautiful, and have been the source of much lust. Whenever your mate sees other males eyeing your chest, he’ll pull you closer, giving a low growl in warning. How dare they lust after his mate! Still, he can’t completely blame them. Your scars tell the story of a powerful struggle. Any male would be lucky to have you.
- Yautja don’t have diseases/illness. Meaning? The scars are your only souvenirs? Then they have even more worth to him! Don’t be surprised when he starts bringing you skulls as tribute. He knows they’re not the same, but you deserve trophies to honor your strength.
- You’d be seen as having survived your chiva. (chiva: a trial unblooded yautja must endure to become blooded–a worthy adult in yautja society. It’s a rite of passage.) Whenever your mate looks at you, his chest puffs up with pride. Your body holds the marks of a mighty battle–one you’d not only survived, but won. Your enemy had been inside you? The surrounding yautja would chitter, looking to each other with nods of respect. It must have required much patience and endurance to defeat your enemy without killing yourself in the process.
Note: A chiva isn’t given lightly. While the traditional chiva involves some form of hunting or combat, trials such as childbirth and cancer are definitely worthy of respect to yautja. Typically any struggle/battle which involves the risk of death can be seen as a chiva. (In essence, the purpose of a chiva is to prove an individual’s intelligence and strength–their ability to survive.)
- Why are you trying to hide? Your scars make you beautiful, Little Blade! Yautja wear little clothing as it is. While he respects your human sensibilities, your mate won’t tolerate self-esteem issues. (Not when he can help.) Rather than letting you hide in shame, he’d parade you around–boasting to others how strong his little mate is. You may be ooman, but that doesn’t change your fierceness.
- He’d make you see how beautiful your chest is. Breast aren’t what make your body beautiful–but rather the artwork of your arms, your legs, your eyes…all of it lacing together to create the entity before him. Besides, you’re still so damned soft in his hands–your velvet skin molding to his touch as though made for him alone. Whenever you feel shy, he’ll bring on the purrs. Just try and resist him.
- Yautja females aren’t like humans in the chest department. Let’s be honest, breasts get in the way A LOT of the time. Working out without a sports bra? No. How about sans bra? Just…no. They throw us off balance, screw with our backs–and don’t even get me started on shoulder and neck pain. Since yautja are all about evolving into the top predators, they’ve figured out that permanently ‘swollen’ mammary glands are a hindrance. Thus, most female yautja are flat chested unless pregnant or nursing.
Note: Unlike humans, yautja secondary sex characteristics are more scent-based. I’m talking specifically about the musk females emit when in heat. This is what signals a female’s sexual maturity as opposed to breasts. (If you want to hear more about the perks of humans’ lack of heat, check out the Reasons to Mate a Yautja chapter.)
- He’d be extra protective of you whenever you need medical guidance. He’s seen what primitive ooman doctors call treatment. As your mate, he will protect you. (What angers him isn’t your scars, but rather the long struggle you’d had to endure. Compared to yautja care, earth’s medicine is medieval–barbaric at best. Any stories of chemotherapy, for example, are guaranteed to piss him off.)
- He’d be your emotional rock. Your mate would quickly learn that no matter what, you’d still have deep emotional scars. How could you not? Still, whenever you feel less than beautiful, he’ll be there. Do you need to cry it out? If you’re willing to honor him with your vulnerability, he’ll gladly be the one to hold you. He craves being the one you seek in times of need. He’ll never hold it against you, either. Your tears merely show a deeper strength. He’ll simply hold you close, purring deeply as he pets your hair. Take all the time you need, Little Blade, he’d stay with you ‘till the end of time.