Admit it though. It's kind of sexy when they go all primitive. You know it is.
The new Kalquorian clan I've got in first draft falls along those lines. They love to hunt. Not Bambi or Thumper though. Gelan, Wynhod, and Krijero like stalking and killing scary stuff bigger than themselves. Stuff with big fangs and claws. No guns either. These uber-men are armed only with knives and attitude.
Like any self-respecting Earther woman, their companion Dani does just we would. She looks at them with disgust. She calls them idiots. She thinks about smacking them upside their heads. And she secretly drools over their sweat-drenched muscular bodies, thinking how animalistic, how uncivilized, and how hot they are.
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Krijero reached up to grasp her about the waist. He carried her to the fire, where the other two were washing blood from their hands and knives. They jabbered at each other in their own language, no doubt reliving every thrust and parry and congratulating themselves on being such masterful monster killers. Men.
She couldn’t help admire how sweat gleamed on their muscles, how stunning they were pumped up with the glory of victory. How handsome they were with their faces alight. How very masculine they were with their primal power. Damn it, was she getting aroused again?
I'm every bit as weird as they are.
Dani shook her head as much at herself as at them.
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Yeah, it's like that. But we won't tell them, right?
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