That last sentence made a few readers uncomfortable, since the only acceptable role for females in Sci-Fi is 'tuff grrrrrrrl butt kicker' and rape analogies are only allowed when its Ridley Scott doing it in Alien. I was honestly amazed at the level of vitriol the Khajal got, with the dismissive term 'rape lizard' being coined by a former friend of mine. Vox Day has had several posts about the liberalization of Sci-Fi/fantasy, and how more and more its becoming less of a space for exploring ideas and instead an ideological straightjacket based off of the bullshit idea of 'inclusiveness'. So that's why the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section is stagnating with Twilight for Grownups and Harlequin Romance in Space.
The state of Sci-Fi aside, the Khajal are interesting for anothe reason. I had the Khajal splinter as a race after being introduced to the concept of monogamy, with a sizeable minority leaving the Khajal and the Peace Federation to join the Terran Empire. I've enjoyed writing the Khajali Schismatics, because they provide a contrast to the other aliens, coming from an even more 'out there' culture. Personally, I enjoy this exhange between the Schismatic Pairna and a Peace Federation Khajal. For some context: A rai'lith is a kind of spear/cannon combination. This takes place after Paris, a rillik (human male exposed to Khajal pheromones during adolescence) is defeated by the Peacer Khajal:
The rai’lith glanced off something and shot back into the air with enough force to cause the enemy Khajali to step back. Paris leaned his head back, and saw familiar black scales come into view, sparks dancing over Pairna’s body as he stepped over Paris to defend his fallen student.
“So, the false Khajal attacks the Unblooded now? “ mocked Pairna, who stood a head taller than his enemy.
“The only lie is that which you live, heretic! You have no right to interfere in a duel. Rillik or Khajali, he drew the Second Breath so he lives the Code!” snarled the Peacer.
“He is Unblooded,” repeated Pairna, shifting his stance and using one claw to push Paris behind him.
“He bears the sacred metal, and he fights like one of the Pure,” spat the Khajali, sending a glob of something viscous against a crate where it hissed. “I refuse to believe it.”
“You said it yourself; he is a child of the Weeper and Rhulo. We did not think he would bear the blade against a Khajali his first time out. Regardless, he is not released,” stated Pairna.
“Inconsequential!” the Khajali shot back, chopping its claw for emphasis.
Pairna nodded, and his response belied the animosity that hung in the air after he stated it. “Indeed,” he said simply, and raised his rai’lith.
“You… You cannot,” the enemy said, raising his own rai’lith to parry as he took several steps back.“I do. Prepare yourself,” Pairna told him, and then blasted forward in a blur, sending the Khajali flying.
I hate providing small excerpts out of the blue, because I feel a lot of the weight is lost without the appropriate build up, but there you go. Thinking about it, the two sides of the Khajal have inadvertently become a parable for masculine impulses and drives. The 'true' Khajal are rapacious and warlike to the point of frenzy and hedonistic in their pursuit of battle and sport. The schismatics are more thoughtful, providers, protective, and paternal, but no less fierce for all that. Either way, the Khajal give me a good contrast to play with - either against themselves, the other aliens, or the FOSsils.
As an aside, I feel like the posts about writing aren't my strongest (because on some level I am uncomfortable talking about it all and it shows), so thank you for bearing with me through them.