Hi! I’m Athena :3 Pronouns: She/They ⚠️MINOR⚠️ Singer🎤🎼 Beginner songwriter? (maybe 🤷♀️) GachaTuber 😙 I love: EPIC 🏹💨🌊 JPN Music🎶 🇯🇵 Cookie Run 🍪🏃♀️💨🏰 Y A U T J A…💀😍🤤💕 Follow me down the road of my stories and songs… 🎼♫♪♪ ⚠️NO NSFW ALLOWED IN ASKS⚠️ (I’ll answer 2-3 asks per day :3)
I ANNOUNCE TO THEE THAT I HATH PUBLISHED MY YAUTJA + OC FANFICTION...
PREDATOR: PEACEHUNTER'S PATH. ❄️✉️🗡🎼
READ THE PROLOGUE NOW ON WATTPAD‼️
Four humans... from four lands... from FOUR ERAS.
They have all been greatly recognized by the Great Hunters -the Yautja -but not because th
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NOTE: I may update this story late bc of my school schedule and my work in progress on the official art of the characters.
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Have you ever thought about doing a Gacha reaction?
I have! 👀
But I'm too busy with studies to make videos these days, ESPECIALLY longer ones like that 😭 (that's why this is a very late reply, sorry 🥲)
One reaction idea I do have tho could be the dead human trio of KoK (Anders, Kiyoshi, and Vandy) reacting to what happened to their loved ones after they died 👀
The prologue of Predator: Peacehunter's Path will unfortunately have to be REWRITTEN.
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Ik you guys have been stuck with this prologue for a while, all while waiting for Chapter 1, but I'm so sorry-
I have become unsatisfied with the way this prologue turned out, for lore-wise, it doesn't sit quite right... Plus, I have a busy study schedule, still...😔
But not to worry! The Venaris Kingdom still stands, and the Ka'rik'na is being reworked with the help of an acquaintance on Discord!! 👀
So please be patient as I try my best to rework the prologue and keep writing Ch. 1 of Predator: Peacehunter's Path! 🥹❤️🩹
❄️☀️CHARACTER SHIPS/DUOS TO EXPECT IN MY YAUTJA FANFIC 🍂🎼
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Here are the some of the OC/character concept bios of each of the Yautja + Human pairs you are ought to see in Predator: Peacehunter’s Path! 👀
Ch. 1: “THE WITCH AND THE GIANT” (Jotun Predator x Human OC) ❄️
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Ch. 2: “THE MESSENGER AND THE MANEATER” (Yautja OC x Human OC) ☀️
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Ch. 3: “THE WIDOW AND THE OGRE” (Samurai & Oni Predator + Human OC; Platonic) 🍂
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Ch. 4: “THE BARD AND THE HYMNKEEPER” (Yautja OC + Human OC; Platonic) 🎼
If you have noticed, some information regarding each of these duos have been *CENSORED* because they are rendered CLASSIFIED INFORMATION… 👀 (aka SPOILERS‼️)
(…or because I haven’t come up with a name/feature for some certain parts of the characters yet. 😅)
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Are you excited to see these stories of unlikely bonds and forbidden love unfold? 👀✨
Summary: An ancient kingdom lost in time. A song of two sisters. The legend of the “Great Hunters”.
Wattpad
Word count: 971
Warnings: None
Do you believe in the Great Hunters?
A long, long time ago, in a faraway land, there lived an ancient civilization long forgotten to the point that its existence was never written in the history books.
A place that thrived not just in riches and power... but in honor of mysterious beings that descended from the sky with their massive floating fortresses and hunted only the strongest and never the weak...
The Kingdom of Venaris once believed in what it thought was a divine power.
The "gods" they worshiped, whom they so called... the Great Hunters.
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They believed that any battle that couldn't be won by mortal strength alone was a hunt that belonged to their gods.
The Hunters and the people were once unified by a mutual bond of peace and respect that transcended worlds, and the place beyond the stars was their home.
The people of Venaris lived as "Aseigans", which meant that they were loyal servants and followers to these wise, powerful beasts, while being a noble land in their own right. The humans respected the Great Hunters... And the Great Hunters respected them in return... as long as the humans held an equal power and honor within and didn't dare use it against their kind.
This human empire was known to be the one that first introduced the ancient race to the art of music, which seemed to soften their usually hardened hearts of stone in a way that had been impossible before. So whenever the gods return every 100 years to bring their young to their Rite of Passage, the entertainers perform hymns and ritualistic dances dedicated to them.
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Now, in the kingdom, there lived a pretty pair of twins who were the princesses of Venaris—
The Ro’theba sisters who always stayed together throughout any weather. They both shared the same face and the same skin of golden brown, but the only way to tell them apart was by their hair and eyes— and their roles as the only offspring of the king and queen.
One was the firstborn twin, recognized by her golden eyes and dark hair woven into locks that pay homage to their deities' appendages. She was capable of speaking the ancient language of the gods and, as the firstborn, was the crown princess —next in line to become queen of the mortal realm.
The second-born twin had eyes of jade and hair as red as fire— as wild and free as her voice. She was a princess who couldn't speak the sacred tongue; rather, she sang it, for she was naturally gifted with a talent for song and dance, and led the royal ensemble of entertainers who performed for the honor of the Great Hunters.
And with a blade and stone in hand, the sisters carved a secret song that truly immortalized the bond between Hunter and man. Sheet music that carried an ancient tune and a tongue only those worthy can sing. A prophecy that was to be sung by those who wish to seek out their divine guardians in their greatest times of need.
In the dialect of the Great Hunters, they call it-- The "Ka'rik'na".
It means... their "Summoning".
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♩ "Oh, Hunter... Warrior... Honor holds you strong," ♩ sang the crown princess. ♩ "I keep in mind your ways divine through song." ♩
Then sang the other princess:
♩ "Here I learn through your eyes— this gift from sacred hands... or join all the fallen gods in their last dance..." ♩
Their song dedicated to the Hunters spread throughout the land and beyond. Written with sacred vows and prayers— undying loyalty and faith in protection— the Ka'rik'na was a staple of the bind on the souls of mortals and warriors.
With their voices combined, the sisters serenaded a hauntingly beautiful harmony as their sacred call transcended all barriers of language and understanding. And soon enough, even the Hunters themselves eventually learned to sing along:
♩ "The hunter, our great guardian— watching as we call...
Under midnight's kiss, he triumphs through it all.
The fight that he has started here shall not end till then...
With no mercy and no fear— soon, the hunt begins." ♩
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However, this era of peace and prosperity between the two worlds wasn't fated to last.
As time passed and the world kept ever-changing... This peace was completely forgotten.
Humankind resorted to greed and tried to seize the Great Hunters for their most prized possessions: their weapons and treasures of power, unlike any other. To make matters worse, a Rite of Passage went terribly wrong and out of control, unleashing an armada of Serpents that destroyed the lives of both races in the process.
And alas, as the kingdom of Venaris fell into ruin and flame, the two sisters were lost and separated. Never again would one twin see the other for the rest of their lives.
The damage seemed irreparable between the Great Hunters and their once faithful followers— for as time went on, the latter would be hunted by their own deities. They believed this tragic predicament to be a punishment for their hunger for power over them. The former Aseigans were reduced to just prey to be pursued for a trophy. And in their eyes, the glory of the Great Hunters was forgotten. Instead, they were now seen as vile and dangerous creatures of the night, devoid of feelings and of heart. Demons. Monsters. Predators.
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But... If these abandoned beliefs of peace with the Hunters were once a natural part of our humanity... If all these humans from across generations can do is still believe...
A witch born of winter.
A messenger of misfortune.
A lone widow.
And a wandering bard to sing his stories...
There is still hope that peace and connection between the realms of human and Hunter, once completely severed and lost in time, can be restored.
Summary: The fearsome Jotun, worshipped as a god, grows restless when the only human who treats him as more than a monster stops giving him attention.
The first time the villagers called him a god, you almost laughed. Not because he was not terrifying enough to deserve the title, but because they said it as if the massive figure standing at the edge of the forest was something divine rather than something very real, physical, and capable of tearing through anything and anyone without so much as slowing down.
You had seen him up close and you knew better.
He was not a god.
He was something far more dangerous and, as you would come to learn, far more complicated.
The others called him Jotun.
A giant of the mountains, a creature of war that brought death to those who strayed too far into his territory.
You called him nothing at all, at least not at first because when he had found you, injured and alone after a raid that had scattered your people, he had not spoken, had not even approached immediately.
He had simply watched you and when you did not scream, did not run, did not bow… he had stepped closer.
That was how it began.
Now, seasons later, he stands just beyond the village once more, watching.
He does that often.
Standing at the edge where forest meets open field, his presence alone was enough to keep most people from wandering too far without reason.
The others avoid him.
They always do. They lower their heads. They whisper. They move away.
But you…
You walk straight past him.
Because you are used to him and he is used to you.
At least, that is how it has always been.
Until recently, you have been busy.
The village has needed you.
Injuries from hunting, sickness from the cold, small accidents that turn serious when left unattended, all of it falling into your hands because you are one of the few who knows how to treat more than just surface wounds.
And so your days have filled, and so did your nights.
Time that once you spent with quiet walks near the forest’s edge, to and conversations that no one else would dare attempt, even with moments where a massive, silent hunter would sit beside you.
All that time has been given elsewhere.
You do not notice it at first, you only notice when he speaks.
“You neglect your duties.”
The voice is low, rough, and unfamiliar to most but not to you, it makes your chest tighten just slightly when he uses it.
You glance up from where you are kneeling beside an injured hunter, your hands stained with dried blood as you work carefully to wrap a wound along his arm.
“My duties?” you repeat, blinking slightly in confusion.
He stands behind you.
Closer than usual.
“You attend to them,” he says, his eyes flicking briefly toward the man you are helping, then back to you. “You have not attended to me.”
For a moment, you simply stare at him, then, a small breath of amusement escapes you.
“I didn’t realise you needed tending to.”
“I do not.”
“Then what am I neglecting?”
He does not answer immediately, instead, he remains where he is, is silence.
“You have been absent.”
You shake your head lightly, returning your attention to your work.
“I’ve been busy.”
“I see that.”
Something in his tone makes you glance up again.
There is something in his eyes, you see it, but you choose to ignore it.
That is your second mistake.
Over the next few days, he becomes impossible to ignore.
Before he would watch from a distance, now he is always there. Standing just outside whatever space you occupy.
Silently.
Unmoving.
Watching.
If you move, he moves. If you leave one place, he appears in another not long after.
At first, the villagers grow uneasy.
Then they begin to avoid you as well, unwilling to be too close when the so-called Jotun has decided that your presence is where he will remain.
It becomes inconvenient.
You are tending to a child’s fever when he steps inside the hut without warning, his large frame forcing him to duck.
The child’s mother immediately backs away.
You sigh.
“What are you doing?”
“You are needed elsewhere.”
“I am needed here,” you reply, not even looking at him as you adjust the cloth on the child’s forehead.
“You have been here long enough.”
“I have not.”
Without warning, he reaches down and takes the bowl of water from your hands.
“What are you doing?”
“This is inefficient.”
“Give that back.”
“No.”
You stare at him. He stares back.
The child whimpers softly.
You press your lips together, irritation rising deep in your chest.
“You cannot just interrupt me every time you decide I’ve spent enough time with someone else.”
“They are not important.”
“They are to me.”
That stops him, but only for a second.
But you notice it immediately.
The slight shift in his posture.
The way his mandibles tighten just slightly.
“They are weak,” he says.
“They are human,” you counter.
“So are you.”
“Yes,” you say firmly. “And I still choose to help them.”
A moment of silence, then he slowly sets the bowl back down, but he does not leave.
He watches you give your time, your attention, your care to others, and every time, something in him seems to grow more agitated, though he refuses to admit it.
Until you finally have enough and snap a couple of days later.
“What do you want from me?”
The words come sharper than you intended, frustration finally busting through as you turn to face him fully, your arms crossing over your chest.
“You follow me everywhere, you interrupt my work, you scare half the village just by standing there, and you refuse to explain why.”
He does not answer immediately, instead, he looks at you.
As if he is trying to find something in your expression that will give him the answer he refuses to say aloud.
Then he looks away.
He makes his usual clicking noises, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than you have ever heard it.
“You have not touched me.”
You blink.
“What?”
“You have not, in many days.”
For a moment, the frustration drains out of you entirely, replaced by something else. Something close to laughter.
“That’s what this is about?”
He does not respond. Which is answer enough.
You step closer until you stand directly in front of him, close enough to see the faint changes in his breathing, the tension in his shoulders.
“You could have just said that,” you murmur.
“I did.”
“Finally.”
He huffs slightly, a low sound of clear dissatisfaction.
You smile, then you lift your hand and touch him.
Your fingers brushing against his arm, tracing the cold skin, then moving higher, resting briefly against the side of his face, just under his mandibles.
The reaction is immediate.
Subtle to anyone else but not to you.
His entire body relaxes, the tension that had been coiled tight through him for days loosens all at once, his shoulders lowering just slightly, his head tilting ever so faintly into your touch as if he cannot quite help it.
You watch it happen, and you smile.
“You’re calmer now,” you tease gently.
“I was always calm.”
“You were brooding.”
“I was not.”
“Yes, you were.”
He does not argue further, but instead, he remains where he is, close to you, not moving away.
When you finally pull back, he does not follow, but he does not step away either.
“Will you ignore me again?” he asks after a moment, his voice quieter.
“I wasn’t ignoring you.”
“You were.”
“I was busy.”
“That is the same.”
“It isn’t.”
“Then do not be busy for so long.”
“I’ll try.”
That seems to satisfy him for now.
He turns around, stepping back toward the doorway, but not before pausing just long enough to glance at you once more.
As if he is making sure you are still there.
Still his.
You offer hims a smile and when he leaves, the space does not feel as heavy.
Because you know, he will be back, and next time… you won’t make him wait so long.
In your opinion, if Predator: Killer of Killers cross with CookieRun: Kingdom, what would Ursa, Kenji, and Torres’ cookie forms look like?
AWWW I LOVE COOKIE RUNNN 🥺🥺
Idk yet! I’ll have to draw those designs, maybeee 😛
Obviously, Ursa, Kenji, and Torres could be Special Cookies if they were playable guests, but if they really were in-game, Torres, and Kenji would be Epic Cookies, but Ursa, in particular, would be Super Epic, I believe, MUWEHEHEHE 😈😈
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Does this mean I get to share my RECENT PULLS from the KPDH COLLAB? (And a costume too!) 😃
I STILL NEED THE REST OF THE SAJA BOYS AND MIRA AND RUMI… PLEASE COME HOMEEE 😭🙏🙏🙏
Here’s an interesting question. In your opinion, if Torres, Ursa, and Kenji have their own ramen, what would their own flavor be?
Note: Kenji’s Ramen has to be low carb, Ursa’s Ramen has to be in between, and Torres’ Ramen has to be most carb.
(OH MY GOD, THIS WAS A DRAFT I FORGOT STILL EXISTED 💀 IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONGGGG 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏)
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Kenji: Surprisingly, since he’s from the 1600s, he hasn’t tried ramen before since it was then introduced during the late 1800s-early 1900s! He’d choose the traditional-styled ramen tho. Most likely the one that’s not instant or in a cup.
Ursa: For her instance, she hasn’t tried ANY kind of noodles. It was a rare cuisine among her culture and didn’t have it in her era. (At lesst, I THINK?? Ok, I checked again, yes 👍)
Upon trying ramen itself, she’d probably look at it weirdly like it’s a stew of long worms 🤨
Torres: *SLURP SLURP SLURP* The best quick meal in a cup he can take to the garage! 😋
Since Feral Predator fought the Comanches, what would it be like when a Predator fights Ainus or, from my homeland of Malaysia, fought the Ibans or Dayaks?
Uhh, I’m sorry, I’m not very familiar with Maylasian folklore, so I don’t know how to answer that TvT
I’ve got other Yautja scenarios in other countries they haven’t been before tho- But that’s something I wanna keep hush until you see them in my Wattpad fanfic. 😉
This is not one of my normal Yautja yap posts, but…
TF DO YOU MEAN WE’RE FINALLY GETTING A MAINSTREAM MOVIE ABOUT MY COUNTRY’S CULTURE?! ANO?!?! 😨😨😨
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Aughhh… Lea, my queen… 😩
They did you dirty in KPDH honestly… 😭
I miss ur beautiful vocals, please sing at least ONE SONG for us, I beg 🙏🙏🙏
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IS THIS HER CHARACTER? THE RUMORED MANANANGGAL???? 😨
SHE’S SO PRETTY, WAIT WHAT— 😳
NO WAYYY, ANOTHER ANTAGONIST LEA IN THE BIG ‘26 🔥🔥🔥-- She absolutely ATE in Centaurworld, so she’s definitely gonna EAT HERE AS WELL (Eating livers and fetuses🥹)
