FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Christian Rodriguez

Sangheilios

March 19, 2525

Moments after the Incident

Darkness would be the only sensation the young man could see before him. His ears rang in a coherent consistency to his awareness. He felt his senses return, his body... weak, but he was unaware of the feelings coming back to him in his awakened state. At first, it was the base awareness that gave the young man the intuition to know he was alive. His sight was black, his hearing pitched, the sense of touch slowly returning in loosened grips. There was so much sensory chaos in the man's body that he was too unaware of his own perceptions.

That was when the sweet smell of a rose seeped into his senses. Following the translucent, invisible sultry scent; the sensory injection in his body sent a shockwave through his nerves. Like a wave, Christian would soon feel the scent bringing awareness to his body. He would feel skin that was softer than his own, heat from a sun that was warmer than his own; sweat and an odor that was strangely leathery. The male was growing in awareness and soon he would awaken to the sensations around him.

And upon opening his eyes to the burst of senses, Christian would see an Orange sky and two hazed satellite moons. He would feel himself growing accustomed to the senses, feeling his way through the motions before he had realized the difference in his situation.

That was the moment he realized he wasn't home anymore.

Looking down against his body, he would see dark scales instead of brown skin, hind legs instead of actual kneed legs, and claws instead of hands. He would see a haze of amber at the outlines of his vision, even more of a sign of what he was and the implications behind it. The moment he would lift his claw and touch his mouth, that was the moment he knew _exactly _what he was.

For touching the four mandibles that replaced his mouth, Christian figured he was a Sangheili. In that, he would breathe harder through his snout, another sign of what changed. His hearing was arched along his saurian head, the heat of the area prostering from his position in the grassy mound.

Looking up at his own surroundings, the brightness of the star and the radiant sunlight that gleamed upon the brighter rock formations and the canyon walls layering the landscape. The surroundings looked familiar to the male, given how his eyes were adjusting to the new frequency of light that warmed him up to the heat of an apparent desert alcove. There were rock stairs to his left that led upwards into greek-like pillars into an entryway, to his right a cave passage leading further into nature.

_"Now I remember..." _Christian thought to himself. He recalled the context of his circumstances, the device that malfunctioned... bearing the familiar Forerunner name structure. The Sangheili felt himself 'thrum' in a semblance of deep thought and imposition. There were many questions that impacted his mind, starting with when and where he was.

Even if he was far away from home, it was evident that he had to make his home with The Sangheili. He had to understand if The Sangheili people were still in the Covenant or not, pre-San'Shyuum war or during it. Figuring out the exact timeline would be a mess, but if humanity was at war against The Covenant, then The Age of Reclamation was declared.

If The Age of Reclamation was declared in the time of the Covenant, then Christian knew there was little time to make it before the events of Halo began. At the thought, the Sangheili knew there was a means to save Thel'Vadam before he would suffer the Covenant's influence. But those were only hopeful thoughts, for he knew The Sangheili were thousands of years indoctrinated by the lies of The Great Journey.

No longer willing to sit by, Christian would end his musing and soon, he started to extend his newfound limbs and attempted to stand. His large and lanky hind legs were the hardest to get used to, especially with the disorientation of using hoofs instead of flat feet being the biggest difference of all. With a firm grasp on the ground by his tetradactyl claws, Christian grunted and blew tight breaths on the collected dust on the ground as his hind legs dragged on the earth and slowly were positioned correctly to allow him to push up and stand.

Rising up to stand at his full height, the young male quickly realized how much taller he was compared to his original height. He knew at least from his once near-six-foot height granted him, it gave him a perspective height that allowed him to understand the difference in his original size. Now, he realized he was much higher in size by at least three feet. There was no way that the average Sangheili was comparable in that height. He knew now that he was a towering hulk of Sangheili flesh. Only few ever retained the height, an advantage he would surely use when it came to pass.

Garnering his realization in height and use of limbs, Christian elected to test his newfount body and began to take cautious steps to the stairs to his left. The struggle to plant the correct hoof onto the stair and then press his weight up to the ascending rock formation gave the man a slight burn in the use of his new muscles. However, the more he applied himself and continued to rise up, the easier it was for him to move and continue even further up the ascension.

On reaching the top of the flight of stairs, the Sangheili looked upwards to the pillars holding up the cavernous passageway. He could see the array of artistry the ancient Sangheili had in their stone carvings by the runes lining up the heights of the rock, and the Sangheili statues in the pillar prostrating their strength to hold up the mountainous formation. The young male nodded at the artistry in what looked like the ruins of the Sangheili people, a settlement at some point. However, instead of dwelling on, Christian pressed onwards to find shelter for the night.

---

What could be assumed as hours would pass as Christian explored the depths of the ruins. It was evident that the wide array of Sangheilian statues, sigils, and carvings across natural desert croppings were evidence enough that the world he stepped on... was Sangheilios itself. In the distant oceans he witnessed from the cliff edges, the city of Sunaion stood out from the ruins.

By this point into the exploration, he had full control over his senses. The Sangheilian body he inhabited smelled hotly in the leathery stench of a tautry male, his muscles were well toned in swift progression; and his eyesight grew progressively better in observation. He had full control over his body and now he would easily seek his way to civilization.

All thoughts were put to rest, however, when the sound of movement tapped in the edge of a nearby ruin opening. That would cause Christian to lean forward and still his movement, the sounds of multiple scraping of rock and flesh a sign there was something else at play while the outcropping of shadow gave the man enough time to dwell within it. His claws gripped the pillar sides, his hooves cautiously scraping over pieces of rock to look out from the entrance into the ruin. And when his head creeped to peek from the pillars, that was when he witnessed something that made his blood boil.

Cornered against a rock wall in the entrance of the ruins, a lone, slender Sangheili was surrounded and flanked by three Sangheili males. They were groping the scales of the lone figure. That was when he realized they were cornering a female... using her, choking the life of the female, and barely concealing their close contact with the female. Not only did it look like they were going to kill the female, but strip her of the threadbare clothing that had loosely concealed the skin of the female. It was humiliation, but with their touching and the beginning of a forced spread of legs, he knew they were going to humiliate the female before they killed her.

This had to stop.

With the sight of a knife in the hands of one of the Sangheili, Christian sprung into action. Whether it was his newfound strength or well placed foot movement, the young male barely had a second to blink when his body blurred right into the situation and took the males by complete surprise. With a strong swipe and a swift grip of the Sangheili's dagger, Christian only saw red as he gripped the male's weapon and stabbed it into the creature's neck. He would easily drag the blade back and only witnessed a quick drainage of purple fluid draining from where he had carved into the Sangheili.

Immediately, the two males stopped what they were doing to the female and drew their blades. Christian could see one was a warrior of some kind with an armored crest to his cloth and the other bearing merely simple garbled robes like a peasant. He would see the shining metallic blade being drawn by the warrior and a makeshift shank being drawn by the lesser male.

As adrenaline was pumping into his system, everything was slow, but without any words to speak, action decided the fight now. When the ragged Sangheili acted first to stab Christian, he was quick enough to side step the male and stick the dagger into its eye. He would hear the ragged Sangheili scream in wallowing pain, but Christian didn't stop with a stab. With his claw still gripping his hilt, Christian followed his prior kill move with the dragging of his knife from the saurian's eyes and up his head, his blade going through the males face in a shroud of blood and gore.

Two dead male Sangheili laid before the warrior in what seemed to be a grave mistake. However, Christian knew the warrior had to act for the deaths of these Sangheili; lest he was a coward and fled. So, as the male who recently died laid there, Christian merely bent to his knees and plucked the free shiv from the dead male's hands. With two dagger-bearing male standing against a warrior of a lesser height, both males stared each other down as the moments passed.

In a split second, the two males leaped ahead and slashed. One moment would pass as the two stood in their leaped positions. Within the next second, the male would feel some blood trickling down his shoulder, a stinging sensation across his skin. His daggers were gone, and he only bore a cutting wound along his shoulder... a minor one at that. Not long after his awareness, the thudding sound of the warrior would be heard. Turning to look in the direction of the sound, he witnessed that the warrior fell on his back. His daggers were buried into the male's neck and chest, with enough carvings of the movement to enact a fatal wound.

Turning his full attention to the dying warrior, there was an instinct that compelled Christian to move forward and bend a knee over to the coughing male. He would look into the males bloodshot eyes, signs of an impending death.

"You... you killed me." The Sangheili warrior spoke to Christian, looking at the male where he was. Christian immediately widened his eyes in understanding the Sangheili language so easily... and he soon felt his mind giving him the instinct to reply back to him.

"In order to protect the female, you were going to kill her. So I killed you and them." Christian replied.

"She... is an apostate..." He gagged.

"She is a Sangheili female, of Urs and the people." Christian implied.

"An apostate of The Covenant should be put to death... she is not Sangheili." The Warrior sputtered.

"Any who follow The Covenant are not truly Sangheili. What you are living for-you're nothing more than a slave. Your death here is meaningless, but your ability to fight... it was honorable." Christian replied.

At that moment, the warrior would perish before he had a chance to reply. Sighing, the male would cover the eyes of the departed warrior and soon stood on his feet to gaze upon the female. He would see the look of shock in her eyes, the dilation of a near death experience. Such a thing was hard to look away from. Even while garnering safety from the males, she was still shaking out of an instinctual response.

"Can you move?" Christian asked, looking at the female in the eyes.

"I... yes." The clothed female replied. It would take a few moments for her to stop shaking, but her recovery was as swift as the Sangheili themselves. The hearts of Sangheili instincts compelled them to recover, so she did. With the shock of combat over, the female moved over to the side of the Sangheili.

"You're naked and without any claim to clan or kin... are you a pilgrim?" She would ask, cautiously staying at a distance but be close enough for asking questions. Christian could see her slender frame and smaller dimorphism body structure, sign enough for him to see her as nothing but a female. Even with loose furred clothing, he could see she would be wearing nothing more than a cape, with nothing inside.

"None, I am of my own foundation. I have awoken in the ruins of this land, presented before the statue of Urs, and settled on the knowledge of the gods." He cryptically spoke, turning to scan their surroundings.

"That doesn't help... but your actions here have earned my trust." The female spoke, nodding to the male. "I am Suxe 'Suttin. What is your name?" She asked the male.

"I do not know my name... but you may call me Xol," the male lied. Christian wanted to keep his true name from being known, so he would take the name of an outcast just so he would be able to fit in the name of the Sangheili people. He was quick enough to kill with honor, now it was assured that he would be recognized when time came to kill.

Suxe, however, didn't care about his strange reason for what he called himself, she only cared if he would continue helping her, even as an apostate. She wanted to live, to get free from the Sangheili who had tried to kill her. Now that Xol had killed her attackers, she was free for the moment... even if it meant automatically, that they would be hunted. However, since she was on the run, it wouldn't be long before reinforcements would come to find out what had happened.

"Let's go, take me into the ruins." Suxe spoke urgently, soon pointing to the ruins with the two digits of her main claw.

Nodding, Xol would motion her into the ruins.

In the process of preparing to walk away, Xol would take the chance to rummage into the dead Sangheili. He would loot their bodies through the leather straps of the lesser Sangheili and took the armor and the sword of the fallen Sangheili warrior. He had earned the armor through combat, marked by his intervention. With the combat harness put on, the male stood with the hazy bronze outline of the warrior's armor.

Soon, the male would sheathe the metallic blade by strapping it along his waistband and the two departed the scene with their bodies intact. Xol and Suxe made their way into the ruins of the temple, with Xol at the head and Suxe behind him. Safety would be the primary concern and once a shelter was found; then they would have a plan of action in surviving this conflict.

However, as the two Sangheili left, the blood that seeped from Xol's body and into the ground had begun to baptize the earth with a quickly growing lush undergrowth. Weeds would consume the bodies, covering the land in a garden of bioluminescent flare.

As the nearby Sangheili warriors came to wonder where the three males went for the apostate, they would merely assume they were taking turns with her in the ruins and thus returned to whence they came.

---

Xol would take the mantle to navigate the mounds and the tunnels of the ruins. Like pathways into lakes, bedrock, and areas too difficult to navigate by areas of military support; the male Sangheili found it acceptable to him that the reinforcements would have difficulty finding them in the ruins of Sangheilios. By finding areas to gather food, pick what nutritional foods could be found from the earth; the day was well spent in the struggles and trials of being on the run. Suxe, being the more resourceful of the two, plucked fish and carried most of the food with her.

The deeper they went into the mountain, the easier it was for them to feel safe.

After what seemed to be an entire day of travel, the two Sangheili would find a small cave that was hidden to the side of a toppled statue of Urs. Xol would be stripping down his armor, soaked in the leathery scent of his musk and odor. Even some parts of the cloth were soaked in his sweat, letting him know that he was a baked and naked Sangheili.

As he would place the gauntlets, the leg braces, and even the torso chestplate in the nearby mouth of the cave; all he would see from Suxe was her setting up an enclosed rock dome with a flat stone to hold the fish for the fire that would cook the little meat they had taken.

On seeing Suxe getting the fish ready, Xol would grab a few pieces of wood before he started getting a fire ready into the dome. While she was working and their moment of silence began to go through within the hideout, Xol would begin to pick up the scent of the female. He knew this based on the description of her smell, which was a bundle of clean feathers... however...

He could smell and pick up a large whiff of the leathery male scents of other Sangheili in her fertile odor. His mind immediately picked her out as a whore, but he knew that she was kind and deserved respect for at least not killing him when he shat on The Covenant in front of a dying warrior.

"So, Suxe, why are you called an apostate?" The male asked, rubbing his claws together to spin the speared stick into wood in order to bring a flame to the twigs he bore into the material.

"It is simple, I decided to not follow the traditional mating practices of the Keeps. I believe that our bloodlines shouldn't be held sacred and every Sangheili should have the right to mate with whomever they wish, regardless of honor or status." Suxe replied, plucking what remained of the fishy bones from their carcasses. With the smoke rusting out of the wood, it wasn't long before Xol would start the fire with the twigs and toss them into the pit. "... and I mated with males from another clan."

In a swift moment, the fire in the dome fire pit would begin to settle, bursting a swift heat into a cold evening as shadow gleaned over the entire ruins outside. Night began to descend into the evening, giving the two Sangheili some space to hide in the event a phantom or a lance passed through these areas. Suxe wasn't long to place the now deboned fish into the pit, allowing them to cook for sometime as the light of the fire was covered by the stone plate.

"And the warriors of The Covenant believed you should die because of it?" He asked Suxe.

Turning to the male, the slender Sangheili female would walk near to the nearly naked Xol and sit beside him. Her scent immediately took over the senses of Xol, making him burn up with the mere presence of her figure and closeness to his body. The ravishing smell of the female's scent overcame his sense of smell. His lower body started to pulsate with the scent, and it didn't help by the fact that he was pent up and their bodies reeked of work.

"Not The Covenant... but The Council of Elders from my clan. They wished me dead and sent warriors of The Covenant to do their work for them. I am a threat to their power if I continue to mate with warriors from different clans, my bloodline would hold power over them." Suxe implied, looking at Xol's flustered expression in wonder at his feelings.

"Dishonorable, the mixing of blood is what makes a powerful clan. To punish you for not only wishing to bring greater warriors into the clan or their legacies, but to have those executing the will take you before death proves the worst of the clan." Snarled the male, the rage searing in his voice.

Suxe responded to Xol's anger with a swift and easing movement. She would lean to Xol's side and simply draw out her cape before extending her leg. Without even realizing it, Xol would see the revealing scales of Suxe mounting his hips and pressing herself against him. She would drape her cape over his lower body. He could feel her warmth caressing against his belly, her chest rubbing against his own, sweat mingling along his strong and toned out chest.

The female was tender with the way she caressed his chest with her claws. Such soft and smooth rubs of his sweaty, scaled, and warm chest and shoulders caused Xol's mandibles to hum rhythmically with pleasure. So soothing were the female's sweet and tender caress of his skin, Xol would simply lift his claws and begin to touch her smooth and sweaty thighs.

"You do not need to waste your energy on rejecting their ways. Let yourself rest Xol, Urs knows you need to conserve your energy." Suxe cooed, soon resting her body against his. Her hips would slowly begin to roll, instinctually bringing Xol to grunt in pleasure.

"Conserve my energy for what?" Xol asked in slight confusion.

The closeness of their bodies brought them even more to exchanging their scents. Xol could smell the hot scents of other males closely, while Suxe took deep whiffs of Xol's burning musk. He could tell she was attracted to him, but as she continued to caress his chest and rub herself against his midsection; Xol would soon feel a pressure building between his legs.

And that was when Suxe paused for a second, her eyes giving off the impression of familiarity. Her face, however, showed a much more sexual drive emerging from her depths of emotional interests. All she would do at that moment was lift her hips atop his midsection... soon going down on this pressure with a focused movement.

"For this," Suxe cooed.

That was when Xol felt a spark of pleasure shooting up into his head. The second Suxe lowered her hips on his crotch, he would feel his sensitive piece of flesh pulsing against her loose hole of soft and tender muscle. He felt her slit swallowing more of his growing erection, the sensation was bringing him closer and closer to feeling what laid deep inside Suxe's snatch.

Xol snarled in heavy arousal as his crotch began to pulsate, his groin pumping more and more of his erecting shaft beginning to sink further and deeper into the loose slit, spreading her wider and wider.

To feel the male's cock growing thicker and longer into her depths, Suxe hummed lustfully at the sensation. His pulsing length started to fill the space between her legs, making her moan and crave more for what he had to offer. She had built a hunger for seed since she was cast out from the clan... and she had built quite an appetite.

Xol would suffice... for now.

No longer playing with the male with soft and taut rubs, Suxe would place a firm grip on Xol's shoulders and started to swiftly bounce on his shaft. She moaned in the spearing sensation that sunk deeper into her midsection. Her hips rolled and bucked against the Sangheili's hips, bringing the male closer to a full erection. Each second that passed, she would feel the male's cock growing deeper into her snatch, filling her once empty hole with the warmth of a thick length that throbbed with avidy, a need to claim the female's fertile slit.

Too far into the pleasures of the flesh, Xol growled and leaned back, his claws moving to her sides to feel her motioning hips. Sweat clung to them both, their snouts burning in the hot scents of each other's radiating odor. Out of the sea of scents choking his sense of smell, his sense of touch flared in a near sensory overload. In the new feeling of his shaft, soft-scaled and thickly in a spearing shape; Xol focused his senses on his thick shaft. He snarled as his length grew longer and harder, now churning the insides of the female's snatch into a tightening stretch; making her looser than what she was.

The increasing moans only signified just how much she loved his length. It brought Xol another peak of desire as he started feeling the intention of seeing her in various sexual positions. One of them was his favorite, with the female on her back and with him on top, rolling his hips and cumming inside of her like a feral beast smelling a female's heat. Another thought crossed his mind, which made his erection shoot a warm fluid into Suxe and brought the female into a wave of pleasure, precum.

She would clutch him even tighter, wanting more and more out of the male she mounted.

Now that they were in tune with their desires, Suxe would hump into Xol and rasp as the shock of pleasure continued to show how _thick _he really was. Being as loose as a female in a mating chamber helped her prepare for this cock. However, any normal Sangheili female would have to contend with limping or outright being immobile for a day at minimum.

Nothing more kept her from voicing her pleasures, but with the males grunts and moans, she paired his own voice with her own coos and hymns of desire by increasing her humping and bucking against him. Her body soon matched the chorus with the audible sounds of her slit squelching and her skin clapping, her claws holding him in place, moaning harder and panting harsher. She could feel her two hearts thumping with each breath, her vaginal canals clenching his cock harder the more she homed in on the core of her pleasures.

Finally, after riding Xol for the past moments... a groan from the male Sangheili was all that Suxe needed to hear before he succumbed to a coming climax. It started with a pulsing sensation in the base of his cock, then came the throbbing motions thumping within her snatch. Once his shaft pulsated at the base...

That was when Suxe felt another spark of pleasure shooting up in her depths.

In a wave of warmth, Xol's length began to pump thick ropes of seed deep into her pussy. She could hear Xol snarling and groping up along her body. While she clenched and cried out in climax, the male bellowed a deafening roar in ecstasy. Now he could feel the shuddering warmth that came with the moment, the spasms that jolted from his cock was one feeling that he craved and enjoyed. He could feel his warmth filling the loose apostate's hole like a tight pipe, even as his tide of seed started to coat the base of the female's belly full of his life-bearing fluids.

Suxe hugged Xol in the moments that passed. She felt her insides being plugged up with the tight pressure of the male's spunk. His stench quickly overwhelmed her senses, culminating with their sweaty and hot worked-up bodies. With her cape still draped over their upper bodies, their scents and heat were merely compressed within the cloth. Nothing could escape the coverings and the heat their bodies produced, even as the blistering cold of a desert night started to sweep into the outcropped cave.

Now, in the exhibitious end of their sexual high, Xol and Suxe basked in the afterglow that came between them. Suxe relished the swampy liquids that lubricated her snatch, while Xol rolled his eyes in the sheer overwhelming sensation that the apostate provided. Both of the Sangheili panted their exhaustion, bodies drenched in their sweat and coated in the aura of their scents. Even if Suxe was taken by other males, Xol growled with desire in having her this time.

Finished with their session, Suxe planted her forehead with Xol's. A loving embrace of communion reserved for mates, now used in pleasure and ecstasy. This was the reason she was sent away by the clan and why The Elders sought her defilement and eventually... her death. In feeling the male's cock still pulsing inside of her, she would soon lower herself and lay there comfortably with the male. Even as they caressed and rubbed skin in close embrace, Xol's towering height still shadowed her when she would let his domineering natural side take form.

While Xol clung himself to Suxe in desire and instinct, Suxe tried to wrap her arms around his back. She pressed her chest against his abdomen, her head resting on his chest. The female could feel Xol's chest rising and falling as he slowly caught breath. His hot exhale of air brushed against her sweaty back, causing a few strands of the heated moisture to trickle down her skin and rub against the warm seed still coating large portions of her thighs, legs, and even all over her slit and parts of her midsection.

Nothing felt better than cum layering on her skin.

In the silence of their pleasures, the sound of fish sizzled in the background.The greasy pounds of fishy flesh cut and put on the stony slab began to undergo the process of being fully cooked by the temperature of the dome. With the right temperature going at a consistent rise in heat and sheltered in an encased dome, it was assured that it wouldn't be long until the fish meat was cooked and ready to eat.

Turning to Xol, Suxe would display a pleased look on her face. Here, she would eagerly moan aloud as she pressed her weight onto the monstrous Sangheili and attempted to stand up. To feel his massive length slipping out of her slick snatch, Suxe nearly dropped onto Xol's thickness just to feel him inside her again. Every inch that slipped out of her depths ushered a new spasm of instinctual wanton need to fill her hole, yet the slick ooze of his seed still spilled on his hips and on the ground; a warmth still making Suxe desiring for more.

Eventually, however, the female would take her chance and stand up fully. She could see Xol's shaft was bigger than any Sangheili cock she had ever seen. His length was shaped like a smooth, thickly spear of flesh; sticking out nine inches in length and almost as thick as her wrist. Suxe looked in awe at the length of the shaft, how could one get such a cock in her depths made her mind spin with sexual thoughts and lewd fantasies. However, she had to dismount him in order to finish the process of cooking the fish.

"We will do this again..." Suxe panted.

It wasn't long before she started to walk to the dome fireplace that cooked the meat with a slight limp. Xol was able to see the long strands of white trailing closely behind Suxe's limp trek. He could imagine the sloshy mess that he made between her legs, hoping she was going to stick with him longer so that the both of them could actually make something from their situation.

With a groan, Xol would lay on his back, his lower body throbbing in soreness. As his sweaty and partially cum layered body pressed against the desert soil, the large Sangheili sighed in perspiration. He was tired for sure, yet his sagging eyes dragged to look at the female whom was sitting beside the makeshift stove.

Irregardless of the cold, all the male would see out of the cloaked female would be two things:

Half of her lower body was covered in a layer of white spunk, reeking of his aftermath in her.

And a slowly rounding belly that caught the male's eye.

That last glance into the females rounding depths nearly reawakened the male from his closing sleep. However, being too tired and nearly sore was too much for the Sangheili to act upon. In realization of these two factors, Xol was forced to succumb to his emotions...

And sleep.

---

Xol gasped as he felt himself awakening within his mind. He was once in the cave, breathing, panting, moaning. The memories of home flashed before his eyes, back in Amarillo, on Earth. Now he was on Sangheilios, mated to an apostate against The Covenant, possibly close to being considered enemy number one for his position by impregnating the apostate and killing a warrior to defend her from unjust punishment.

Strangely enough, as he accessed his memories in thought; they would become as real to him as any memory. There was a great deal of realism that he could control and access, like a terminal of the mind. He looked at the visions of his family, his human cousins' faces would make him remember the times he lived as a man of the Rodriguez family, what it meant to be a part of a large group of Mexicans in their prime.

Now, he was alone... and it unsettled him even more knowing he wasn't in Texas anymore.

Here, where he stood within his own headspace, the towering Sangheili wondered why he was not only aware that he was conscious within his own mind... but how he was able to see his own memories as reality conflicted with his sense of reality. However, the young Sangheili would soon reach the crevice, the blackness of his mind.

He wondered exactly what was happening... why he was changed... why he was able to do the things he did, feel the things he did with the strength and perception of an experienced Sangheili veteran.

The second he thought of the questions, something appeared in front of him. It was as towering as he was, dark and strong like the male he became. However, there was something about the figure, the Sangheili that stood before him. In perception, there was something... familiar as the Sangheili stood there, carrying a weight to him in presence and displayed strength. He was naked, stark naked as Xol himself.

It was here, the Sangheili spoke.

"Who are you...?" The Sangheili voiced in confusion, looking to Xol where he stood.

"I am Xol... formerly Christian Rodriguez." Xol replied, standing imperceptibly to the male.

"I recognize the name of Xol... but your former name, it is not fitting for any Sangheili. Are you a castaway, an exile?" The Sangheili growled, soon walking up to the other Sangheili.

"Neither, I was once not of Sangheili... but a Human, a creature smaller than all Sangheili. Yet now, I have been changed." Xol spoke back.

The Sangheili gave Xol a much more confused look, a curiosity formed in the face of the male. "Explain, tell me how this has come to pass?" He asked Xol.

"I was a scientist, or at least a computer scientist. And the men I reported to, their organization needed me to help fix an issue with their systems. They were experimenting with an artifact... something strange."

"What was it?" The Sangheili asked.

Xol could see the cautious look of the male, easily displaying a sense of anger with the background he provided... and the possible experimentation of something sacred. "A Forerunner artifact of some kind... it sent me here, changed as I am now... a Sangheili." He replied to the male, who by now was showing increased aggression.

"By Urs light... I should kill you where I stand!" Bellowed the Sangheili, its movement showed that Xol had offended him.

"You should not! I know what comes and what is; I am not of Sangheilios and yet I could help reclaim the honor of what is now our people!" Xol reacted with raised claws, just as he watched as the male swung at him with fists raised. However, that was not meant to be as the male merely went through him.

In that moment, when the Sangheili passed through his body like a ghost; Xol would bear the entire memory of the male before him. Xol knew what Sangheili culture and its history was like, but the experiences that he had witnessed from this particular Sangheili brought the familiarity before him in spirit... Now he knew who the Sangheili was, even as the darkness of the background turned into a desert.

"Kel'Darsam... the First Light of Sangheilios." Xol spoke, addressing Kel by his memory, the history that he was remembered for.

"Xol... what have we become?" Kel asked, now seen on his knees. Whereas Xol understood Kel and witnessed his memories as an ancient Sangheili... that Sangheili in particular, was glancing at the selective memories of Xol himself.

"Slaves to the San'Shyuum. The Sangheili were defeated in war, most were inducted into The Covenant by the Writ of Union. It gave the San'Shyuum religious power over all of Sangheili... just to unleash a genocidal weapon called: Halo. The Covenant is delusional, believing that Halo will unlock the path to the Great Journey. It will be the death of every sentient creature on this side of the Galaxy, especially us." Xol replied, looking at Kel as he turned to look to him.

"And our divine?"

"The Forerunners were organic beings... just like us. Fallible and imperialistic. There is a reason why they made the Halo rings, but you are not ready to know that information." Xol implied, soon walking to the side of Kel.

That was when Kel turned to look at Xol, nod, and stood up. "I know not how this is possible... but you are able to learn from me as we have seen each other's past. This gives you the ability to gather my insight, and advice if you can continue to do this." Kel spoke, perceptively seeing ahead and allowing the male to continue on.

Xol nodded. "If it is possible, I will be honored to continue hearing your advice... First Light of Sangheilios." He spoke, raising a claw to clasp the male's hand with unity and cooperation.

Not even a few seconds into the moment, Kel would look Xol in the eyes and clasped his forearms with his own, meeting claw against forearm and shaking upwards and downwards in unison.

"Then you shall have it. May Urs everlasting light shine upon you."

---

The silence was all that Xol could hear in the return to the living. His sense of smell picked up the cooked scent of fish riling into his snout, mixed with the taut reek of the female and his own personal musk. When his eyes would open, he would not see the female in his general surroundings; only except the glow of the domed fireplace...

And strangely an entire series of tropical bushes surrounded him. There, the bushes glowed with a strange purplish outline and reflected a great deal of moisture from the leaves. He could feel the hot air surrounding him, the humidity that claimed the dry stones and drenched his skin in the water. Slowly grunting in movement, Xol rose from the flat rock that he slept on and simply stood.

Evidence where he was, there seemed to be a great deal of shrubbery, even surrounding the depths of the area. With this, the Sangheili merely started to investigate the cave a little more, seeking out what had been done. There were signs that the place had been set up recently, as if Suxe was here, but led no trail outside. Knowing this, the male took a few steps closer to the center of the cave.

Once Xol passed another series of bushes and wet leaves, he would soon see Suxe sitting in the middle of a large pile of leaves and soft branches. She was sitting there, laying on her sides, looking directly at the emerging Sangheili male from the bushes of the cave.

"Finally, it took you long enough," Suxe spoke. The look on her face was expecting, especially since she was wholly naked and her cape cast aside.

"Eh, you kind of wore me out." Xol chuckled. He would begin to make his way over to the female, going by her one step at a time. "I see that you have eaten both of our pieces of fish meat. Care to explain why you didn't save me a piece?" He asked, soon nearing Suxe by standing at the edge of the grassy floor she made.

"Your seed made this jungle and our new childling in such a short cycle. Either you're blessed by the gods, or you are a god." Suxe spoke in implication. "Still, I have you to thank for my freedom, a new mouth to feed, and an endless supply of free food, away from the clans." The female hummed, spreading her legs and laying on her back.

There was a lot that was jumbled together in her statement. Not only did he produce a child, but he also produced this jungle... with a rich bounty. And now, he had a female willing to spread her legs to him.

With the reeking scent that came with the female's unwashed stench, the immediate wave of pleasure that came from her leather and feathery mixed scent brought the male to another rise in arousal. The large Sangheili could feel his length beginning to pop out of his slit, the erection of his thick and pulsing member throbbed for the continuation of another claiming. It was like a trigger to Xol, like a switch that she had access to... a device without an off switch.

No more need for explanation, Xol's instincts made him bend over Suxe's slender body. With a claw, the male would guide his shaft close to her entrance and soon, he thrust into her snatch. The large Sangheili snarled in pleasure as he gripped her wrists, pinned them over her head, and sunk his thick length into her folds with one buck after the next.

"Grr... your folds still welcome me so sweetly." Xol snarled, thrusting and snarling as he began to make the female moan and whine in pleasure. "But I have to ask... where is our childling while we mate?" He asked Suxe, even as she started to roll her eyes in sheer pleasure of feeling her sex being dominated by Xol's thick shaft.

"He is... not a childling... not any longer..." Suxe moaned, submitting to the pleasure.

"Where is he...?" Xol asked, soon increasing the pacing of his thrusts and pressing his cock deeper into her snatch. The way his thrust pressed into the female's depths, it was hard and deep enough to cause their scales to clap and her muscles to clench. He could even feel her snatch squelching and squirting the more he continued into a harsh thrusting pace.

"He's out there... keeping the perimeter... the whelp is smart... strong..." Suxe rasped, trying to catch her breath the more Xol increased his tempo and made her body sing. "So strong and smart... that he made his own armor... and chose the path of Kel...Darsam..." She rasped.

_"Interesting..." _Xol thought to himself. He would not be long before taking the female in a few lasting thrusts into her cervix. That would earn the cries of the female and result in an imminent climax. Feeling her tightening folds, smelling her warmth easing into his snout... and sensing her aching need; Xol rewarded the female's answers with one and final thrust.

His throbbing shaft spurted another load into Suxe's fertile sex. Waves upon waves of pleasure shot into his mind like a bullet, even while his cocktip shot ropes of cum hip-deep in her belly. He would growl in pleasure and allowed himself to take in the heat that marked his sweaty, scaly body. After dumping his load inside Suxe, he would finish depositing his load with a few more lasting thrusts... before he stood up and let his length ebb more gobs of his white seed onto her body.

Concluding his domination of Suxe once more, Xol dismounted the female and started on his way to head out and find his armor. There were even more brush to comb through in the cave and much of the wet, glowing plant life displaying fruit dangling by his shoulder and bumping into him while he moved.

Keen on finding his armor, his hunger took him by surprise. The Sangheili swiftly turned his eyes to some of the fruit that dangled by him in the bushes and plucked one by its root. Upon further examination, he would see that the fruit piece he held on his hand flickered a vibrant cyan coloration, shaped like a pear, and was as soft as hard jello. Hunger-stricken, the male would extend his mandibles and chomp down at the fruit.

As the contents of the fruit seeped into his taste buds and the pieces of the fruit dropped into his gullet, Xol closed his eyes and rolled them in sheer appreciation for the taste. The fluids were as tasty as the sugary depths of cookies-&-cream milkshakes and more filling than a caesar salad. After the first bite, Xol would take a few more chomps out of the fruit, finishing it off by tossing the seeds and the remnants into the bush.

In discovering his armor after a few seconds of pacing ahead, Xol found his armor and blade in the middle of a grove of bushes. So, he would brush off the vines and the leaves before finally fitting himself to stand and garner his strength. Whether the entrance was near or further out of the bushes, he still didn't know if it was night or day.

That was when Xol pushed ahead in his armor, cracking through walls of branches and brushes to enter the outer space of the cave. With a ray of bright light gleaming at the shadow of the undergrowth, Xol growled and rushed ahead. There was a great deal of wildlife keeping him from leaving...Xol eventually exited the small cave within the statue and emerged into the outdoors.

Yet as the male glanced into the open, the bright array of sunlight blinded Xol in his coming. However, when he was capable of gaining his sense of sight back in return; he would witness a large Sangheili sitting at a nearby rock mound. Xol would begin to make his approach, each step pressing forth to gaze at the male whom his seed had produced... his son. But as he became closer, his eyes could detect something with the male's face, even as the lone Sangheili was sharpening a blade.

That was when Xol realized who he was looking at, recognition struck him with widened eyes and a surprised look into his expressions. With mandibles sputtering in nervousness, the male gazed at the Sangheili warrior who was dawned in a metal he barely recognized. However, flash memories gave him total familiarity with the silver lining of the males crest and the sword the male had on him.

It was now time for the confrontation.

"How is this possible...?" Xol asked in confusion.

"That I am Kel 'Darsam... or that I am your son?" Kel replied, turning his head to look Xol directly in the eyes.

"Take your pick, Xol." Kel replied. He would stand to his full height, nodding to the equal heighted Sangheili, and approach. When he was within inches of Xol, the male raised his free arm to clasp his own. "My first advice to you, make friends if they can hold a blade." Implied the demigod of a Sangheili.

"And I assume you have seen my memory of killing the males from before?" He asked, clasping his arm in his.

"You proved you can be able to kill." Kel humored, shaking his arm with respect and understanding. "However, you will need to train to be ready to defend yourself from those who follow The Covenant." The tall Sangheili would soon break the connection with their arms and stand ready.

"It would be best to start preparing now." Xol implied, causing Kel to display a pleased look in response to the statement. He would see Kel pointing to the center of the alcove and motioning Xol to go to it.

"We start in a few minutes... future Kaidon of the Darsam Clan."