Death Before Submission

[honorhuntress]

well! I haven’t touched this blog in over a million years! I’m ready to start playing with mama yautja again! hopefully i can start cracking out more starters or asks.

[honorhuntress]

Rhe’sha is the kind of mama to soothe you after a horrible nightmare. She really does care about those she loves and cares about. Just imagine after a horrible nightmare or flashback, she just plucks you into her arms and holds you close, slowly vibrating her throat to make “clicking” and purring noises. It’s actual lore that male and female’s use this tactic to soothe their mates or pups when they are distressed. So, Rhe’sha does this for her daughter as well even though she’d be about 13 in human years.

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delinquentborn·:

LIPS PULLED INTO A RARE, WIDE SMILE - IT DAWNS ON HER THIS IS THE MOST FUN SHE’D HAD IN A WHILE. the usual routine of parties and doing whatever else in between GETS BORING after a while, this was a change of pace, SOMETHING DIFFERENT - that different including meeting someone outside of the daily norm, sure, she talked to IT — but they DIDN’T COUNT and they wouldn’t ever count, at the thought of the ancient being, it dawned on her that they’d PROBABLY BE JEALOUS at this encounter, but there was LITTLE TIME TO CARE, especially as she was growing giddier at the sight of their weapons. 

❛ YOU’RE WELCOME, RH…… RHE’SHA…. ❜ it sounded more LIKE A QUESTION as she stumbled over the pronunciation, BUT IT WAS STILL THERE, features twisting as she tried to spit out the name from tongue - head shook a little AT HERSELF, and though the confession of the planet seeing another day had face fall - the enthusiasm was certainly still up there. coraline knew better than anyone THERE WAS MORE beyond their world, but there’s something different to knowing and then seeing with own eyes ❛ THAT’S A SHAME… this planet sucks, do you know any aliens whose ways it is ? ❜  

AT THE OTHERS QUESTION, BOTTOM LIP IS MET BETWEEN TEETH. that one was HARD TO EXPLAIN, how can you say that you’re NUMBED TO EVERYTHING because you were adopted by the CREATOR OF FEAR, how meeting them and experiences in life have hardened you to feel VERY LITTLE, including the rational alarm that most people had in head that alerted them of danger ? ❛ I’VE… MET SCARIER THAN YOU, BELIEVE IT OR NOT. if you wanted to kill me, you WOULD’VE BY NOW — and if you decide to, well, YOU WOULDN’T be the first ❜ a nonchalant shrug, the faces that FLASH BEHIND EYES aren’t all IT, either… ❛ YOU’RE NEW, BUT NOT THAT NEW — for me, at least.  ❜ 

“You are incorrect, little human. I would not have killed you. I do not attack those who do not pose a challenge or threat to me. You are defenseless whilst I have many years of weapon and hand to hand combat. It is not something to downplay you. It is simply the truth.” Rhe’sha shook her head at the other. “I do know those whose only goal is to infest this planet. But they would likely kill you too, young one. They have no mercy for life. Their goal is to make the planet their personal hive. All those who are living, breathing hosts die.” She explained, turning to walk past Coraline. Remembering her left arm’s scar from getting slashed deep by a serpent tail. She trails her thumb against her arm. The Yautja’s hatred for the Xenomorphs runs incredibly deep. Years of war and death between their species was one that were ran in history. Her head faces the human. 

“That is not your battle, however. That is mine.” She took full responsibility to erase their kind. Their species were a festering wound that took away so many loved ones. She some days wondered if the serpents killed her dominant bearer. If they did, she would swear vengeance against their kind as she does now. “I do not believe I’ve received your title or name. I apologize for my rambling.” She should not focus on the war for now. Her attention is to the human alone. Which she wondered why Coraline were alone. Wondering why that someone as fragile and small as her. She were near the same height as her first born. With her first born being about 4′5, a young teenager’s age in comparison to human age. She were still in the process of her blooded trials. 

“Are you alone, young one? It is not safe in these times of the evening.” Nor the near woods that rumors held that a monster lived. Supposed that Rhe’sha is that monster that went bump in the forested night. Rhe’sha devoted to spending some time on earth to hunt simple beasts and prey. To add food for her clan and home. Rhe’sha began to type something into the wrist panel making beeping like noises. “I am returning to my ship to store the kills I have from earlier. Would you like to join me for a evening meal?” She had good hopes for this little one. Not exactly like anyone would believe her if she said she was in a alien ship anyhow.

[honorhuntress]

If Rhe’sha could play a instrument, she would play a Lyra. something that is simplistic, yet has a old fashion era to it. Something that she likes in her hobbies which sure, hunting and killing worthy prey is her main feat, I imagine Yautja find simple things to do in their spare time. Swimming, music, seam making, blacksmithing, etc. Something that really doesn’t have to do with technology or the use of human made things. If you tried to have Rhe’sha watch a movie, she’d be incredibly confused if the movie is real or fake.

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delinquentborn·:

❛ YOU ARE… SO COOL ❜ eyes that were USUALLY HARDENED and HOSTILE were now filled with nothing but awe, with a DEEP WONDER that was UNCHARACTERISTICALLY CHILDLIKE - perhaps she should’ve ran in the other direction, rather than inch closer to the being - but after everything she’s seen, this was just something to ADD TO THE LIST - if this thing wanted to kill her, they WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST.

CURIOSITY WAS PULLING HER IN, it was always a weakness. one that would certainly get her killed, she had already accepted that little fact years ago ❛ WHAT… ARE YOU ? — oh, OH !  PLEASE TELL ME you’re here to wipe out earth, that would MAKE MY DAY ❜ it was clear as day how EARNEST THE WORDS ARE by voice, how eyes LIT UP A LITTLE at the thought.  

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“Thank you, young one. That is quite a compliment for a being you do not understand.” It weren’t meant in a snarky regard. Rather, being truthful about her naivety of the situation. For a human to wander up to a murderous species such as her, that it made Rhe’sha wonder how humans taught their young to avoid danger. Her tall seven foot stature staggered over Coraline. It seemed incredibly intimidating for a being with long nails, a shoulder canon perched on her left shoulder, a five foot wristblade sheathed in it’s container, and a sharp and strange looking dagger sheathed on her lower back. “I am called a Yautja by your kind. You may call me Rhe’sha or simply Yautja. I am not here to destroy your planet. That is not our way, young one.”

This would go back to her comment of how little she understood the Yautja’s way. The code of honor. The way of the hunt. Humans only saw her kind as a monster that savagely kills. Their culture revolves around their goddess of the hunt. Their culture to only kill those who were deserving of it or able to pose as a challenge. Coraline or rather the entire planet were not deserving of such a fate the way the serpents saw the planet. “You are quite brave for approaching me. Many would fear in terror. Why not you?” Wanting to understand her ways of bravery and where she sought that bravery to approach a real alien.

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earthcried·:

She’s right. He would’ve died if it wasn’t for the lien helping him. The burning sensation of guilt twanged at his heart. His body shriveling up a little in submission. He hates being yelled at. He’s already having enough of that where he lives. Drake opens his mouth but refuses to speak at the moment. What words he couldn’t find to say right now. He’s ashamed and she doesn’t even know him. Maybe it’s that thin-skinned personality of his sometimes, but as a nine year old, Drake hated being scolded in general. And the tone she held? It was like she knew how to make someone feel bad. Eyes well up with tears, hugging his arms close to himself. “I-I’m sorry, miss.” Not even answering her question of why he was alone. Drake figured he should just say something and get it over with instead of beating around the bush. Sniffing softly to hold back himself from crying already, he glances up. 

“I-I don’ have anyone who’s my family, m-miss.” His voice shriveled and faltered as if afraid to speak up loud to the adult. “Schh… I’m alone.” Drake said turning his head away from her. He didn’t want to be seen like this. He shakes his head. “I-I should get back. The caretakers are gonna wan’ me back.” Drake says patting his dirt off. “It was good to meet you, miss.” Drake wanted to talk to her further, but there’s nothing else to be said here, surely. He didn’t expect her to stay. He isn’t of importance to her, surely. He wipes his eyes with his wrist. The caretakers are going to question how he got the razor wire wound around his ankle, but, he doesn’t care. He’d say he got his ankles caught in some sharp roots or grass. They’d believe it.

He is... alone? Then no wonder that he looked as scrawny as he did. These “caretakers” were not taking care of this one as much as they should. Her brows knitted behind her mask in concern. He won’t last long by himself. This world is a cruel and savage place. Much like Yautja Prime. Except even with his species, they turned a blind eye to care for their young. To the point where their bones nearly show. “Wait, young suckling.” She spoke up, with the monotone feminine voice scratching her voice chords. She approached him closer, even as a staggering 7′1, she didn’t want to see him like this. It would be a vast dishonor to send him away to those who hurt him or starved him. Her ship is nearby. She would at least want to tend to his wound that were still bleeding among his small ankles. Incredibly lucky it didn’t severe a muscle or his achilles tendon which he would’ve been crying in pain. She kneels down to his height once more. “Come to my ship where I can tend to you. Your guardians will question your wounds.” And the last thing that she wanted was a search party for some “serial killer” in the forest near his orphanage. She would also have a meal set out for him that would fill his tummy a little bit. She didn’t want to give everything to him as she had to feed herself, her clan and her daughter. 

“You can return to your caregivers once they are cleaned and dressed.” And this is not option for him. Her tone stated as a matter of fact that he were coming with her to her ship where she could clean and feed the child. She stood up from where she were and began to stride to the direction of her ship expecting Drake to follow straight behind her. Otherwise she would have to stalk where he lived and land more closer for him to go onto the ship. She would risk herself being seen in order to protect this human which were strange enough when her kind wasn’t very liking of humankind. They had their era of working together with the Yautja, but that grace era were now over.

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parasightcd·:

          She’s no stranger to begging. Food from strangers was relatively easy to come by when said stranger isn’t immediately frightened of her, and this one appeared quite… stable. Enough so that simply sitting in front of her and eyeing her rather large leg-walker carcass was enough to give her the idea that she wanted food.

          Eyes immediately trace the meat that was cut off of the carcass. A small dribble of drool drips from her mouth, waiting for that delicious, gamey meat to be presented to her. Then, she began talking. Talk, talk, talk, not enough actual feeding.

          “ Gim! “

          A bit needy – and apparently ignoring the huntress’s last question, but she really wanted that buck.

She glances at her. She is incredibly starving, isn’t she? Does not this being have a birth-giver? She puts a hand up to halt the child. “Patience, suckling.” She simply yet firmly stated. If this child is incredibly hungry, then she would give a slab of meat to her raw if that is what she desired. She finished gutting the deer that she had caught earlier that day, simply tossing aside the organs that were inside of the prey. Using her incredibly bloodied dagger soaked in a crimson, Rhe’sha slices a slab of raw meat for the child to feast upon which should sate her for some time being. Rhe’sha would not have to leave earth for some time and she found this species on earth quite... interesting. ‘

“You are a unknown species on this planet like I. It is quite a unfortunate fate that we both enter upon this planet as species that do not belong. You best take care of yourself. Humans are savage and dishonorable creatures.” She forewarned giving Fyuga her large slab of meat as promised. Leaving enough for Rhe’sha and her daughter. She wondered how long that Fyuga has been alone. So, the huntress would ask. “Are you alone, suckling? If you are this hungry for a piece of meat, then your caretakers must not being watching you very well.”

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astrahero·:

    ❛ heh, trust me. ❜oh, those glorious words brought rise to his chest; spoken so often, an observation made by the many, the foolish, the ashes besmirching his path— the first and last thing they ever noticed. small, yes, but neither weak nor frail: a name spanning further than the stars themselves, a legacy carved with claw and bathed in gold. ❛ you haven’t fought anyone like me.❜ tail swayed behind him as his eyes honed in on the huntress, focused; fire steadily filling his veins. ❛i’m not a hired gun. i’m much more fun. ❜

“If you provide as a challenge for me, then it could be possible. But, the way I see it. It against me who cannot defend themselves. You are supposed hero in your tale. But until I can see such things for my own eyes, I cannot. I apologize, hero.” Much more fun? This is a more... interesting way to put things into perspective of how he sees it. Is this how he sees it? A sucklings game? Yautja were incredibly prideful species. They have spanned the generations of worlds inspiring hunts and challenges among their kind. They were in the belief they were the superior species. Stronger, smarter, faster, difficult to kill. Her mask cranes downward once more. “I have never heard your tale, Hero. Do you have a name or title you call yourself, hero?”

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[boodalinski]

How the Yautja View Killing

@chibanyuu​: Hey, you did an ask about a shapeshifting human s/o and a yautja… my question is if the shapeshifter was blooded (cause fire kills xenomorphs) but killed by an oblivious yautja what would happen to them for that murder.

*Quick Note: This is a pretty generalized explanation of a complex facet of Yautja culture. 

Unless it was in self-defense, or to settle a dispute, they’d be punished–most likely exiled from the clan. Since you are blooded (and therefore considered their equal), killing you would be akin to killing a yautja. 

As yautja are all about furthering their species as a whole, they have very little tolerance for dishonorable members of their race. The idea of an unworthy yautja spreading their DNA (thus tainting the species) would be something to avoid.

Yautja and Honor

● Yautja honor the Hunt above all else. It’s how they prove their worth–how they define themselves. It is sacred. To degrade it is a spit in the face for them. 

● Yautja have a very strict code of honor. Breaking this willing, accidentally, or even unknowingly is considered a serious matter. And because yautja are all about honor, it is the perpetrator’s duty to submit themself to the clan council for punishment. Failure to do so will result in the title of Bad Blood.

Bad Blood: a yautja who has broken the code of honor and fled punishment. They are considered fair game for other hunters. There are also Arbitrators (enforcers) who are responsible for tracking down and executing said clanless yautja.

● Punishment depends on the crime. The constant, however, is that the yautja will almost certainly be excommunicated from the clan. Also, a blooded warrior will lose their rank. Thus, they would no longer be allowed to use weapons of higher yautja ranking. 

Note: Leeway is often granted to yautja who qualify as a Youngblood, Unblooded, or an Ancient.

● Redemption is possible. This is pretty rare, though. Typically the Elder will charge the shamed yautja with an extremely difficult task. If the yautja succeeds, they are redeemed. If not, they are expected to die trying.

General Rules for Killing

Kills are split into three unofficial categories: Honorable, Dishonorable, and Neutral. In general, the more difficult the kill, the more honorable.

Dishonorable Kill - see below for more

Honorable Kill - Highly trained/well-equipped opponent that is difficult to kill.

Neutral - see below for more

Unworthy Game (Dishonorable Kills)

To be worthy game, one must have the means (physical or technological) to defend itself and provide a legitimate challenge for the hunter. This disqualifies:

Children

The elderly

Pregnant women

Those who are disabled

Those who are diseased

Those who are inebriated/otherwise impaired

Those who are unarmed

Those who are already wounded

● Children. Probably number one on the ‘Do Not Kill’ list, harming ‘young’ is greatly dishonorable–especially because a yautja would have no reason to do so. As children are not ‘of age’, they are untrained, physically weaker than an adult, and mentally inferior. (Because their brains are still developing.) 

● Those Weakened by Disease. Anything that would impair one’s ability to fight is taken into consideration. It should be noted, however, that if you attacked a yautja (thereby posing a threat), they would not hesitate to kill you.

Note: While it’s not explicitly stated, it’s probably safe to say this would apply to physical disabilities. It could also apply to mind-altering substances. So if you see a yautja, getting drunk wouldn’t not be a reasonable option. (Also, yes, Yautja drink alcohol, too. Theirs is called c’nlip.)

● Those Already Wounded. If the prey is wounded and unable to provide sport, it would be dishonorable to claim them for a trophy. Typically, a yautja is expected to respect the other hunter’s kill and leave it be.

● Those Whose Survival is Linked to Another’s. This is a big reason why pregnant women get a free pass, as killing the mother would result in death of the child. Likewise, if you’re the soul guardian/caretaker of a dependant (infant or adult), as long as you’re truly their only means of survival, you’ll be spared.

Note: Even if you attacked a yautja, they wouldn’t kill you if you’re pregnant.

Unworthy Game (Neutral Kills) 

These are kills that are expected. They bring no honor and should not be taken as trophies. This would include rapists, those who prey on children, etc. (Essentially those who blatantly violate the yautja code of honor.)

Note: It doesn’t matter if this is another species, as yautja don’t care if you know about the code. If they come across this type of lifeform, they will kill it. To do anything else would be highly dishonorable.

[honorhuntress]

“I am unsure how these cultures work, but from what I am told it is to worship your birth-giver for the day?” She really has no clue how human holidays work, but she’s getting the idea of it at least. She didn’t expect the ones she takes care of give her anything, but, it would be nice to be appreciated as her daughter is unaware of this culture unlike Rhe’sha.

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@darkbladeclanpredator​

“Ah, My mate has only killed two of the serpents. He kept one on his ship and one on Yautja Prime. It is hard to killed a serpent unless it were on it’s own. I on the other hand kept the tusk from my young blood trials and kept it safely locked away for determination and luck as the Gods have blessed me with the hunt upon that day. I look out for myself and my daughter now. My mate has not been seen in centuries. I do wonder if he will ever return, but apart of me knows he will not. We have been... distant ever since an accident happened because of me.” She says trying to feign her sadness under her mask. The thought of her suckling lost hurt her greatly. “Ah, nevermind me. I am reminiscing on the past. I do not suppose you are here for a hunt as well? This planet hosts mainly life. Many challenges. Some life risking. But, I only hunt the small, yet strong species to keep myself safe for my daughter. She is all I have left. I am Rhe’sha. What is your name or title, warrior?”

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@parasightcd​

“If you are hungry, I suppose I can spare you some meat from my catch. However, not all of it young one. I worked hard for this catch and need it to feed my own pup. Sit.” She simply commanded kneeling down to the ground and setting what must’ve been a large buck that had its throat slit from the looks of it. She pulls out a dagger to cut a piece of meat off. Plunging the knife into the deer, she began slicing away at its skin cutting a sizeable chunk of it out. “Do you need it cooked or... do you eat it raw? I would not recommend eating it raw as most of these creatures carry diseases raw. But, I do not know your kind. I have never seen anything like you, young one. May I ask who you are?”

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@musefair​

“You are quite a quiet one, aren’t you? You don’t seem to be like the other individuals I’ve met in this realm of existence. Do you have a name?” She were testing if he could speak at all. And if not, suppose it wouldn’t matter. She’s just arrived to the entities fog among the other hunters as she’s referred to them as simply as. Rhe’sha seemed to stagger above a lot of the hunters being at a staggering 7′3. The closest one she’s met to her height were the one in the strange white face. Also as silent. These two she could respect. One that doesn’t boast about their kills loudly like the group of young humans with the masks. It were senseless murder here. No trophies, no honor, no respect. She seems to question why she is here at all. She clicked her mandibles. “I am Rhe’sha. I am called a Yautja in present terms.”

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The dark blade uncloaked and looked at the female"Tell me your fondest memories of a hunt when you were a young blood."

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“Ah, I remember it like it were moons ago. There have been many a great hunts. But, I believe my most challenging when I were more younger is the season of the beast. They don’t assign too vicious beasts for their young bloods for obvious reasons. If we were granted a beast past our experience, we would all be dead. But, that is besides the point. It were a foggy evening on a distant world some lightspeed away. Our task was to collect a tusk of a strong boar like creature to prove our  ability to track a beast or prey in order to capture a dim-minded being. As a test of patience and waiting for a right moment. I was not allowed my pre-marital mate at the time to make sure we could handle such things on our own. It took about two nights of waiting for said beast to come. The excitement and impatience getting to me already within the first evening of nothing happening.” A curl of her mandibles reminiscing. “I myself went to go out and find it directly having lost some patience of waiting for it to come into the meat filled trap that I had set. Unfortunately, my impatience did not find the beast I were looking for, but the Gods had been smiling upon the me the second morning.”

“Afraid previously that I had failed my task. I could hear its screams in the morning light. Trying to free itself from the wire. But, to not avail. Quickly, I ended its life as we do not wish the pain and suffering of prey that is given or trapped. That is not our way. However, it’s fresh blood stained my gloves and fingers soaking it in delight. I had sucessfully captured it upon the second morning as many other had completed their tasks as well having tracked it down themselves. Although roughed up because they fought it directly. I would have ended the same way if I hadn’t found it directly at first as it were quite sizeable to knock a young blood down or gorge flesh if one weren’t too careful with it. I miss those days where things were much more simple.”

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