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You stood in the lush jungle, the humidity clinging to your skin as you scanned your surroundings. You had come to this remote planet as a wildlife biologist, studying the exotic flora and fauna that called this place home.
But little did you know, you weren't alone.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its towering form sending a shiver down your spine. It was a Yautja, a fearsome warrior known for its skill in hunting and prowess in combat.
You instinctively reached for the tranquilizer gun at your side, but to your surprise, the Yautja raised its hands in a gesture of peace. It spoke in a deep, guttural voice, its words guttural and unfamiliar.
You cautiously approached the Yautja, curiosity and fascination replacing your fear. You couldn't help but be drawn to this mysterious creature, its sharp features and powerful physique captivating you.
As you spent more time together, a bond began to form between you and the Yautja. Despite the language barrier, you found ways to communicate through gestures and actions, building a connection that transcended words.
You shared your knowledge of the jungle with the Yautja, guiding them through the dense foliage and showing them the beauty of the world around them. And in return, the Yautja showed you their own unique skills and abilities, teaching you the ways of their ancient warrior culture.
As the days passed, your bond grew stronger, fueled by mutual respect and understanding. You found yourself drawn to this enigmatic being, feeling a deep connection that went beyond mere friendship.
And before you knew it, your feelings had blossomed into something more, a love that transcended species and worlds. You had found your match in the Yautja, a partner who understood you like no one else ever had.
Together, you roamed the jungle as equals, a formidable duo that struck fear into the hearts of any who dared to challenge you. And as you looked up at the stars above, you knew that your love for the Yautja would endure for eternity, a bond that could never be broken.
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I am unabashedly thirsty for this absolute freight train of a Yautja. I am so disappointed we didn't get to see more of the majesty that just is Celtic's thighs and tiddies. I swear I'm going to make my own gifs of him being an absolute tank and then I'll share them.
#predator#yautja#celtic yautja#celtic predator#celtic#alien vs predator#they did my boy so dirty!!!!#yautja love#predator love#monster fucker#monster lover
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UHHHHH.... talk dirty to meeee~
#predator franchise#predator#yautja#every once in a while i remember these movies and how much i love them#and my mind goes haywire#because gahdamnnnnn i love those sexy warrior hunter aliens
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Mistaken (Fluff/Suggestive)
Pairing: Rh’auk x Reader
Request: Hi, I’m a massive fan of your writing and I adore your yautja fics, but I have to ask if your consider writing something similar to the jealously fic. Like reader is jealous thinking one of the much larger women yautja are trying to court your mate, only to find out your mate is jealous cause it’s clear the woman is trying to court you instead.
Your mate was in a meeting with important members of the tribe, occupied inside the hut you sat outside of.
You weren’t sure what it was about, though you were curious now, hearing their low, muffled clicks. You smiled, recognizing Rh’auk among them.
The breeze was warm and humidity comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean your head on the tree you sat against, letting your eyes shut and mind rest.
You didn’t fight it when you began dozing off, Rh’auk would be a while anyway.
When he finally emerged from the hut, he found you where he left you, only now you were sleeping peacefully.
He was beyond fond of his precious little hooman, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and nap the evening away.
Alas, there were things to be done, tasks he couldn’t brush aside, not even for you.
He crouch in front of you and brushed a clawed finger against your cheek, waking you gently with pets and small kisses.
You grumbled at first, so cruelly being pulled from your light slumber.
But once you saw him you grinned, arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled him into a tight embrace.
“You’re back,” you mumbled happily, nuzzling yourself closer.
His chest rumbled lowly, mandibles clicking together occasionally. Your warm greeting making his heart melt- as it does only for you, “Yes, I am back ank’te.”
He lifted you to your feet with ease, immediately missing your arms around him as you released your hold at his neck and stood with a small yawn.
“How was your meeting?” you questioned, interlacing your hand with his larger one as you began your walk back home.
He thought for a moment, “It went well. There is much to do in little time.”
You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his arm, deciding not to push for details he didn’t wish to share.
You felt slightly aggravated when a female Yautja stopped you and Rh’auk in your walk. It was ridiculous how often they fawned over your mate, even with you clinging to his side.
She was strong and tall, bigger than Rh’auk, but still delicate in a way. Gold accents of jewelry rest upon her skin in a beautiful contrast, shimmering with each movement she made.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure at her powerful elegance. She was worthy, worthy of a male such as Rh’auk.
Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, but harder when your mate spoke their native tongue, demanding her attention.
Rh’auk seemed more territorial than aggressive towards her. He growled and snapped at her words, whatever she was saying, he really didn’t take lightly to it.
They seemed to be arguing, a part of you worried they’d begin fighting.
You flinched when she hissed, mandibles flaring before backing off. She gave you one last soft glance as she wandered elsewhere.
You looked up at him confused, “What was.. that about?”
He grumbled, “She wished to challenge me- to court you,” the words came out sharply, fading into indecipherable, sharp clicks.
Your eyes widened, oh.
“There is always one to threaten me for you. What am I to do?” he picked you up bridal style, continuing walking whilst he glanced down at your wide, surprised eyes.
“You are lucky I did not take you then and there for everyone to see mei’aki.” he huffed, making your body heat up at the mere idea.
“I thought she was trying to court you,” you said after a moment, fingers absentmindedly tracing the deep scars on his chest.
He shook his head, the sharp appendages at his jaw moving as he chittered, amused.
“She is not the only female who has sought you out ooman,” Rh’auk seemed so sour again at the idea of anyone stealing you from him.
You kissed his chest, feeling the way his hands tightened on your skin, “You’re the only one I’ll ever call my mate,” you said sweetly.
He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks and lean down to kiss you, your words meaning far more to him than you’d ever imagine.
He could only think to show you how much they meant to him.
#request#absolutely love this idea anon!!#yautja x reader#yautja x you#yautja#yautja fluff#predator x reader#predator x human#predator fluff#predator x you#predator#x reader#fluff#slightly suggestive#my writing#rainywriter#human reader
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Feral’s sexy photoshoot
Prey media/press photoshoot with Dane Diliegro x
#prey#prey 2022#feral predator#predator#yautja#dane diliegro#useremory#look at that big wet boy!#dane posted this video a week ago and I've been drooling since then#i love how he and the others fix his hair#lol#gifs*
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Imagine a Yautja who's mate is into taxidermy...
They don't skin their kills themselves and instead bring home the entire creature, letting their mate take care of it.
They start seeing the human's taxidermy as a new form of trophy and display it proudly to other yautja.
Eventually the human is asked to produce taxidermy for other yautja because it shows how truly gigantic some of their kills are... MAYBE THE YAUTJA ASK FOR TAXIDERMY OF THEMSELVES
#add onto this please#i love taxidermy and i think yautja would too :3#💚original post💚#of course they also have their own death rituals etc.#that im not entirely sure of tbh#but i just think the idea of ethical humanoid taxidermy is cool and I think yautja would be a little more open to that yk?#actually if you guys have headcanons on yautja regarding death please let me know#yautja#alien vs predator#alien#slasher#alien x human#monster fucker#predator yautja
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you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)
♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒
"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙
ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.
despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡
it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)
and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙
you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )
especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.
#nonnie#my answers#✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧#writeblr#writerscommunity#ILYSM THANK U THANK U#thanks anon!#i love you anon#༝༚༝༚#yautja x human#yautja#monster x human#drabble#reader is lowkey manipulative#toxic tendencies hehhehe#monster lover#monster headcanons#SO YES#HE DOES GO BACK FOR THE CAT#AHN'THU IS WHIPPED#I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS BALLET ANON#BEAR ANON OR SOMEONE ELSE#PLSS
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📢 GOOD NEWS for the Predator Franchise! 📢
Ive recently discussed about the problems with developing the Predator Franchise in here . And now theres news that our big boys are finally gonna get a shot at more quality content!
and the best part is Dan Trachtenberg (Director of Prey) is involved and at the center of more future projects!!! We, the fans just have to trust in his vision and SHOW SUPPORT!!!
To the directors, producers, executives etc. funding these projects- Pleaaasee give us more opportunities to love the Yautja Universe. Show us MORE LORE, EXPAND it!! Make us root for our Yautja boys!
To more hope for this franchise! And may Dan Trachtenberg have the best meals in his entire life! 😌
#MAKE THE PROTAG AND THE YAUTJA TEAM UP come on dont be scared let our boys win for once!#More Love to this Franchise#dan trachtenberg#yautja#prey#Badlands#Prey 2#the predator#jungle hunter#yautja predator#feral predator#Predator#AVP#aliens vs predator#aliens#shinji aramaki#Predators
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"Please let go of my hand."
"How about....no?"
"...Fine."
Ot'ekan, even with his cruel nature and normally cold and grumpy tone, seemed to be defeated by the gentle touch of his ooman-di. Her soft voice and even softer touch were enough to make this hardened bad blood melt. It was why he didn't yank his hand away because he truly did not mind if she held it captive in her gentle embrace: he just wanted to pretend he did.
(Sorry guys im a whore for monster romance)
Meet Ot'ekan and Alice! I am not sure to much on his name just yet? But expect to see a lot of them!!
#art#digital art#procreate#artists on tumblr#alien vs predator#alien#predator#predator in the alien way not the other way#idiots in love#yautja#yautja avp#avp#monster#monster lover#monster fucker#alien lover#alien fucker
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The Yautja, Taanok, was smitten with Y/N from the moment he first saw her. Her beauty, strength, and royal blood made her the most desirable mate he could ever hope for. He had been courting her for weeks, bringing her gifts and showing off his superior hunting skills, but she remained stubbornly uninterested.
Finally, one day, she revealed her secret. She was already expecting a Yautja pup, which meant she couldn't mate with Taanok. He was at first disappointed, but then his instincts kicked in. He had to protect her and her unborn pup at all costs.
Taanok became fiercely protective of Y/N, always by her side and offering to help her in any way he could. He even helped her hunt, using his superior skills to bring down the biggest and most dangerous prey. Y/N was impressed by his loyalty and strength, and slowly began to see him in a different light.
As the weeks passed, Y/N began to notice that her powers were growing stronger. She had always been powerful, but now she was becoming almost invincible. Taanok noticed it too, and began to wonder if her mixed blood was the reason for her strength.
One night, as they were sitting by the fire, Taanok finally worked up the courage to ask Y/N to be his mate. He told her that he knew she was already carrying another Yautja's pup, but that he would always protect her and her child. Y/N was touched by his devotion, and agreed to become his mate.
From that moment on, Taanok was by Y/N's side every step of the way. He helped her during the birth of her pup, a strong and healthy female with a mixture of Yautja and her powerful species. They were both overjoyed with their new family, and Taanok knew that he would always be there to protect them, no matter what.
#female reader#male yautja#yautja x reader#predator#yautja#yautja love#predator x reader#aliens#aliens vs predator#reader pregnant#Spotify
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Good morning!
Hehe, hand go cronch.
Knife go BRRR!!!
Pauk you IN the face!!
Hissing...
Moar hissing...
Even moar hissin-... Was dat?
Put 'em the pauk down oomans...
Are you paukin' kiddin' me, gimme that!
Gifs! With funny captions even! Just a little thing I threw together of Fugitive being grumpy and done with the entire human race.
#yautja#fugitive yautja#the predator#predator#fugitive being adorably done with the entire human race#fugitive is so damn sassy and I love him#yautja love
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Not to sound like a hungry bitch scavenging for any morsel she can get, but one of my favorite parts of a yautja that I’m always drawn to is the exposed underside of their lower jaw between their bio-helmet and neck guard/armor. I just wanna nuzzle my face in that sweet spot and plant a lil vampiric kiss right there…
#yautja#sorry i’m ovulating#but the neck is my fav part of the body so naturally I’m gonna go straight for it#my yautja growling when I embrace him and start making my way to that very spot#cuz he knows I’m gonna lick kiss and bite him there#if I could mark my yautja with love bites I wouldn’t even hesitate
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Literally no one:
Yautja's Pov & Human:
I love it when the Yautja boyfriend holding a human's neck in some movie 😩🫶✨
But... what about us??? 🫣❤️🔥
#yautja#predator#yautja boyfriend#predator movie#yautja x reader#yautja x human#yautja x you#predator x human#predator x you#predator x reader#god i wish i could draw#god i wish that was me#i want him so fucking bad#i love them so much
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Anthropologist Yautja shenanigans 🖤💙
He’s just excited <33
#my artwork#my boi <3#original character#my ocs my beloved#pops ocs#yautja#dilf yautja oc#yautja oc#yautja x human#predator#alien vs predator#my art#shitty scribble is shitty#i love him tho
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I love ur writing so much like 😻 ur stories are like the best I’ve seen.
Anywaysss simple request I think ?
Human female hunter , is a part of a clan on yautja prime, known for their skill with staffs/spears, is respected amongst many other hunters, while also owning a rather big snake that hangs out on readers neck/body a lot, good use for poisoning the prey, Gawtin caught word of the said reader is rather curious of her. Later on Gawtin runs into reader hunting on a planet that reader kills a queen xeno. (Reader wears xenomorph skin as armor to protect themselves from their acidic blood) and Gawtin has catched feeling for said reader
Venom
Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x F!Reader
Word Count: 3755 (not ten but seven, close enough)
Summary: Born to human parents yet found by a female Yautja who raised you as her own wasn't destiny. Life finds away. Raised to be a hunter from the moment you could crawl, you sought out the life as a warrior. You grew to the top and live amongst other hunters. Gawtin hears your name in rumors and couldn't help her curious nature to hunt you down.
Author Note: Even if it was a simple request, I never make it easy on myself. I'll write ten pages for a two sentence ask.
P.s. Heads up, I'm on the other side of the US right now for a vacation. I'll try to get another post out this week but I can't promise anything. I'll be sipping soda and relaxing in either a pool or a beach. Thanks for your patience!
Masterlist
Ao3
Different clans will specialize in different fighting styles. They have to. They have to adapt to the path craved for them in this universe. Spears are known mostly along the fishing and jungle clans. Bows are also used within the jungle clans and the forest. Machetes for the forest. As for those who live on the freezing poles, traps are their chosen weapon.
In the one of the clans that resides in along the coasts, a ooman lives within a species that hunts them. To hear of such news was jolting. Yet intrigued the moss green Yautja. Let alone, rumor has it the ooman has a pet of their own.
Though, not from Yautja Prime, the creature was rather deadly with one single bite. Enough venom could take down a fully grown Yautja. No wonder the ooman has such a pet under its care. Yautja Prime was a dangerous place, even to its native inhabitants. Everyone is born with the instinct to sleep with one eye open. The ooman had to use what it had to survive on such a planet.
This ooman, from word of mouth, is respected amongst her clan. A ooman with respect from a Yautja, let alone a clan size. However did she accomplish this? Gawtin prayed to Paya for the chance their paths to cross.
Paya is merciful to answer a prayer once in a while.
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The atmosphere that struck you in the face was similar to the lands you called home. Warm, hot, high humidity barreled down on your form the moment the ramp lowered. You breathed in through your mask for the semi fresh air that filtered in.
This was a hunt you’ve trained long and hard for. Years upon years of harsh, tiring workouts that had you collapsing onto furs at the end of it. Only to wake up hours later to rinse and repeat.
In the clan you call home, you are a respected, blooded warrior that has earned their title like any other Yautja who hunts. But this, this here will change things back home. The head of a Queen Xenomorph will forever have your name in their scrolls. With the addition of the skull, you will be have a better status, further upholding your mother’s name.
From the bits and pieces you remember so long ago, she had to fight tooth and nail to keep you. You knew you weren’t like them. It was a quick realization that stung as a child. You were treated different, nothing more a worm that didn’t offer much besides being bait.
Those that once looked down on you will now have to look up at you. The skull of a Queen will be strapped to your back and carried off your ship. Your head held-you stopped yourself from getting ahead. Don’t count the skulls before they are obtained. Or else it’ll be your downfall. Cocky Yautjas usually either lose their personality trait in two different ways: death or they learn.
Your name won’t join the ever-growing pile. It’ll be a name Yautjas will learn about in history scrolls.
From the weeks you’ve done your fair share of research about this hive alone, there’s a reason no one has taken it. Tucked away in tight tunnels that a Yautja wouldn’t dare attempt to squeeze themselves into, hid away a smaller species of Xenomorph. They’ve evolved this way in a short span of a year by what you’ve read.
Yet, the queen hasn’t been seen ever. No one knows if she’s also changed in size due to this evolutionary trait or if she’s the original queen who dug her way into this tunnel system.
Many have tried with solo teams and hunting parties of twenty to bring down this hive. No one has succeeded. Yautjas are just too stocky and large to fit in these narrow holes.
But you? Are the perfect size to get past the first entrance and fight your way to the queen. This was a fight you had to plan every step, every breath, every thought carefully or else you could die. No one wanted this hive, but you did. You will succeed and return home. You will.
With your gear strapped secure to different parts of your body, you strode out of the ship and stepped along the dark, volcanic rocks. It crunched at every step you made, alerting enemies to your position.
The sharp rocks clawed at the bottom of your durable shoes but couldn’t pierce the finely woven material. You’ve done your research and for every needed supply to have a fighting chance of surviving.
From the ship and up to the closest recorded entrance, it was only a short ten-minute hike up. You wanted your ship close in case of a retreat and reform of a new plan. Said entrance was small. A manageable size for you to crawl into on your hands and knees. Just enough space for you to sit back on your haunches and use the collapsible spear attached to your hip when you’re attacked.
In the quite warm, morning, you stood still, tilted your head back. The sounds of an empty location echoed back at you. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair but didn’t bring any concerning scents with it. That didn’t mean you could relax. Anytime you were on a hunt, you had to be ready for anything to come your way. The only time you’ve been able to receive some peace and quiet is traveling in your craft. The hum of the engines always lured you to sleep.
A few buttons were activated on your wrist gauntlet. The hunt begins.
The trek from base of your ship to a hole further up the mountain would’ve proven difficult for a novice. You planned every step of the way up, mapping what ways were easier to get to what was thought to be the main chamber. The least you knew about the inside was that it opened back up. The mountain hollow from once being an ancient volcano that once blew.
Your ears strained for every little sound, every pebble that shifts in what looked to be a wasteland. The coast was clear. You knelt down and inspected the hole thoroughly before starting the crawl inside.
Every muscle in your body is prepared to launch if the need arises. Your hand ready to spring three moderate sized blades out from your gauntlet. All of it coated in a mixture that protected it from the acid spray of a Xenomorph.
About fifty feet into this tunnel, you had to flick up a HUD from your mask to cover your eyes. The area that once was blanketed in darkness turned all different shades of green.
No movement ahead of you. A good sign in your eyes.
Before you left the tunnel, you paused and timidly peeked out to scan the larger tunnel. It reeked of recent activity. You didn’t like that but knew it was part of the situation and adapted to it.
Slick, sticky substance coated the walls. You peered at it and knew instantly what was. A helper in the situation. You used a hand to scoop some of it off and began to cover every inch of your body. It was disgusting to feel this latch onto your skin but it was a necessary evil to keep yourself alive. You gave a quiet huff and followed the mental map of areas known to the archives. These tunnels larger and allowed you the chance to stand fully.
No one knew where the Queen’s chamber was. You were here not only to find it but destroy it in the process. Everything was planned up till then. From there, as you’ve learned, your species is well known for: adapting. You were to adapt the plan at the end and claim the skull as your own.
Skittering of claws had you pausing and lowered yourself, ears picking up every little sound. Something was coming up behind you. You fought the urge to instantly go into fighting mode and pressed yourself against the sticky walls.
Hard meats aren’t technically blind but they don’t have eyes to see the way you see. Smell and hearing is a large factor to finding prey. Also, a use of echolocation helps them perceive the area in a different light. You’ve learned that the imagine they create in their mind is a general picture. Still blurry and unclear but enough information to move about. That’s why you took to smooshing yourself against a wall.
On your HUD, a bright, hard meat shape patrolled past you, tail posed. You stayed calm and watched the creature move on and down the tunnel you traversed through. With a breath of relief, you continued onward in the same direction. The gunk stuck to your skin was a horrible feeling that was hard to ignore. For the sake of your life, you are able to push the thought down and focus on your predicament: finding the Queen’s chamber. If only you had more information…
The longer you trekked through the tunnels, the more uneasy you grew. At any point, one of the Xenomorphs could catch you slacking. Then, you would lose all the hard work you’ve put into this life and join Cetanu. That’s something you refused to let happen.
This didn’t seem like a large hive with numbers but the amount of tunnels that led to the outside world or to different chambers was astonishing. In its prime, this place would’ve been amazing to see and study.
Today, it would fall.
Some time later, you stumbled across the largest of the chambers. Instantly, you knew this was the Queen’s chamber. Not only the size of the place itself but due to all the drones gathered here. Then, a massive form appeared on your HUD, slow in movement.
The Queen herself.
Your eyes widened behind the screen covering them. You could confidently answer the fact this Queen was the original queen from when the hive was established around a year ago. Her large body easily dwarfed her smaller than average drones that cared for her.
For a moment, you heart thundered in your ears. Not from fear. No, from the adrenaline beginning to filling your veins. You may not have been born a Yautja but the love for the hunt still exists in your blood. A grin grew on your features, hidden behind the mask that covers the lower portion of your face.
Careful, calculated, controlled movements allowed you to grasp the collapsible spear at your side. Any closer to the would draw the attention of a drone to you. You held the shrunken weapon in your hand and watched the group.
From what you could speculate in a language you didn’t understand, they were none the wiser to your presence. The goop used to hide your scent worked wonders to keep the hive calm.
You prepared for when the hive would be alerted to your presence the moment you stepped closer. A drone paused and turned its head towards you. It tilted its elongated skull and made a short screeching noise. Not alerting, just curious. You paused once more and could only wait.
When it opened its mouth again, you instinctively opened your spear and threw it at the hard meat. Before it could release a horrifying call, the sound died with it. The weapon now out of your hand and pierced into the skull of your prey. You unleashed the three blades attached to your gauntlet and rushed forward to gather the lost spear. You wrenched it free and began the berate of relentless attacks on the newly alerted hive.
A screech sounded from the largest of the beasts that lived within the quarters. You sliced the throat of a Xenomorph. A spray of acidic blood arching out and landing straight on the armor that protected you. A mixture between past battled against the very species you aimed to kill today and metal shielded the weaker parts of your body. The blood hit in varies areas, landing mostly on the armor. The pain that flared to blazing life only fueled your instinct for the hunt.
Claws raked across the air you stood a second before. You were moving and swung out the three blades to slice the thickly scaled beast the towered over you. More blood threatened to sear off your skin and dripped off the armor that kept you free. The Queen roared out and wiped its deadly tail around. Her long legs stepping back to get you withing biting range.
Drones came to her aid. In swift, deadly waves, you used your trusted weapons to keep the drones at safe distance away that didn’t have you ending up dead.
One of the tinier ones was able to push past your defenses and latched onto the break of your armor. A joint in your elbow and slightly above it was free from either the hard scales or metal that shielded you. Teeth bit harshly into the free chunk and flesh. You yowled in pain and immediately ran your three blades through its skull. The little vermin died with its fangs still buried deep into your arm.
Anger fueled you.
The distraction brought the group closer than you possibly could deal with. Claws raked at armor and exposed skin. Red blood crying from the spilt skin. You gritted your teeth. The spear in your hand was used in a terrifying arch.
Those that pushed past your defenses were battered and sliced by the deadly end of your weapon. They retreated and were already testing what they could do to get through again.
You tore the small creature off of your arm and threw it at one of the larger ones. Blood poured freely from the newly created wound. The worst one of them all.
Above you, the Queen snarled swiped at you with one of her spindly hands. You narrowly dodged a killing blow and rolled. Out of the roll, you reared your spear up into the exposed belly of the Queen. She choked out a roar and moved faster than you could perceive.
Once on your feet, the very next second, you found your back to a wall. All of the air rushed out of your lungs. You sputtered to gain new oxygen through your mask. It left you vulnerable for a second too long.
A massive hand pressed your firmly to the ground. You snarled once you gained enough air and glared at the hide crown of the Queen’s head came into view. She opened her mouth. The inner mouth slithered out. She hissed a deadly tone into the space that could be your last.
The raging drones behind her slowed down in their vicious actions since the threat had been contained. But, you weren’t going down.
It some strength but you were able to shimmy your forearms underneath your chest. With your legs, you started to push against her bony hand. It worked. Just enough to rest on your elbow and jab your three blades into her wrist. The Queen howled and reared back, opening you back to the battle.
Your discarded spear was snatched from the ground and wielded once more. You pinned a glare on all the drones that surrounded you. They all sounded their cried of offence at you attacking their queen. You brushed off the calls and returned to battle.
In a mess of acid blood and red blood yourself, you returned your attention back to the Queen. Behind her, her tail snapped wildly. You twirled your spear and pointed it at the largest of them all. She swiped at the air before her, challenging your dominance in hand. You cared less about the challenge before sprinting forward, thrusting the spear forward.
It left your hand and soared through the air. It pierced the thick hide that protected her upper shoulder and rendered the limb useless now. You stayed moving in full force and leaped up. Your other weapon rammed into spot lower than the spear. You kept the same momentum upwards and used the spear as leverage.
Now on top of the Queen, you shoved the same three blades drenched in acid blood into her back. She gave another cry. You turned the blades a certain direction and pulled them through her scales more. Then, her body fell to the ground.
A special spot along her spine had been severed, rendering her paralyzed to the spot. You grinned once more behind the mask and leaped off of her back. A new wave of hard meats came to intercept you.
The battle ended. You stood victorious, surrounded by a sea of dead Xenomoprhs and a Queen who would not move. You knelt before the large beast and placed a hand on her expanse crest. “I thank you for your skull and what new titles it will bring me,” I praised the creature before moving around and driving the spear into her throat.
The life in her body fading until her heart beat one last time.
A new silence entered the chambers and left you feeling… watched. The hairs on the back of your neck rose as you scanned the area, changing the different vision modes on your HUD.
Up top in one of the larger tunnels, a blazing yellow figure appeared. From the overwhelming scent of the dead Xenomorphs and their smell alone, you couldn’t tell what this thing was. You growled and positioned yourself into a fighting stance, ready to take it on. Anything to defend the trophy you had earned fair and square.
The figure stood up, forced to hunch over. It dropped down into the chamber with barely a sound and stood a safe distance away. The form itself you recognized as a Yautja but not the being itself. Still on end, you kept your weapons up.
She, you got a whiff of her scent, stopped and held her head a respectful distance up. Not in a challenging way nor submissive. She had to be observing you the same way you did to her.
This new Yautja was average sized for a female. Tresses hung from her head freely. Your eyes darted without moving any other muscle to the recent kill at your side. Was she here for this? Was she mad that you had gotten the kill before her? And the fact she was in here. No other Yautja has ventured this far without meeting a terrible end.
Yet, here she stood.
Due to the fact all you could see was her body heat, you couldn’t tell what clan she represents. You didn’t trust her, already knowledgeable about how many Yautjas feel about oomans. The weapons in your hold never turning away from the possible threat.
She took a step forward. Only one. “Paya has answered my prayer to allow me to meet such a creature as yourself,” her voice velvety but with a harsh undertone. Your skin pebbled with bumps. “I have heard of your existence on Yautja Prime.”
It was an infamous situation of your existence. Some clans allow oomans such as yourself to live amongst them. Some offer better treatments than others. Yours, clearly, allows you life but only if you live as one of them. Since you could remember, that’s all you’ve known. But it’s a lifestyle you would never give up. You felt born with the need to hunt like many of your clan.
To ensure she didn’t see you either as a threat or submissive, you kept your chin level and eyes neutral pinned on her. “Who are you?” You wanted an introduction. Some sort of clue on who she was and why she was here. From her first words to you, it seems like this was planned in her eyes.
“My name is Gawtin, ooman,” she answered freely. You felt a smidge better at her willingness to answer your questions. But you refused to let your guard fall.
“And why are you here?” You also wanted to ask how she got in here. You’re the only survivor to get in here. You could only reason with the fact you had distracted the group for her to make her through one of the larger tunnels towards the top of the mountain.
Her mandibles clicked together. “You are infamous on Yautja Prime. Your name is whispered among clans both in good and bad tones. A Yautja grows curious to meet such a creature to capture a rumor.” You already knew yourself to be known on Yautja Prime. Oomans aren’t a rarity but to live on their planet was. Either as a pet or a warrior.
“What is it to you?” you snapped, unsure of her intentions still. Even around those in your clan, you knew you had to keep your guard up. Any of them would be more than willing to claim your skull for their own collection.
This time, Gawtin stepped closer into your space. You hunkered down, muscles taut as you readied your weapon. She didn’t react and stayed that step closer to you. “I would like to offer a chance to hunt with you.”
Now, that took you off guard. “You want to hunt with me?” you reiterate for her. Puzzlement filled your voice. You stood up taller and tilted your head at her.
“Yes. That is what I said.” You kept your gaze on her, studying all the details possible with what the HUD allowed you to see. She showed no challenge, no sign of a threat towards you. She was polite and calm. Plus, the opportunity to hunt with someone outside of your clan was a chance you didn’t dare give up.
You dipped your head. “I’m willing to let you join in on one of my hunts.” You didn’t want to sound excited and kept it cool and level. Don’t act like an unblooded.
“Good. I shall meet you outside once you’ve collected your trophies to discuss our hunt.” With the ended, she turned on her heel and strutted to a nearby tunnel. You watched her get down and crawl her way in before disappearing. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
With her gone, you returned your gaze on the dead Queen at your feet. Not only was this a turning point in your life, but the fact a Yautja from a different clan asked for you to go on a hunt with her. Your life was becoming ten times more interesting now.
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