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                                   *  𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴

#𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻        /        ᵖʳᵉᵈᵃᵗᵒʳ        .        ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ        ,        ᵏᶦˡˡᵉʳ        .        ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ        ˢᵖᵒʳᵗ        .        ᶦⁿᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ        ,        ʰᵉᵃᵛᶦˡʸ        ᵖˡᵒᵗ⁻ᵒʳᶦᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ        ,        ᵛᵉʳʸ        ʰᶦᵍʰˡʸ        ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ        ,        ˡᵒʷ        ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵛᶦᵗʸ        ᵇˡᵒᵍ                ʰᵒⁿᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ        ᵇʸ        ᵉᶜʰᵒ        .        ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ        ᶦⁿᶠˡᵘᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ᵖʳᵉᵈᵃᵗᵒʳ        ⁽  ¹⁹⁸⁷  ⁾        &        ᵖʳᵉᵈᵃᵗᵒʳ        ²        ⁽  ¹⁹⁹⁰  ⁾        .        ᵇᵉ        ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ        ,        ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉˡʸ        ᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ        ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ        ᵃⁿᵈ        ᵍᵒʳᵉ        ᵐᵃʸ        ᵒᶜᶜᵘʳ        .   

                                      𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂          &          𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃

ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ        ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ        :        ᵖʳᵒʷˡ        (  @petrexian​  )

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finaelfright​:

     A sense of doing the  ‘ right thing ‘  to eradicate whatever lay within the depths of another ancient pyramid  –  one THREAT to her remaining family of a handful  –  was exploited just as what had happened in the Antarctic. that was some-odd years ago. 

     Now, here she is again, in the Latin Americas ; likely to FINISH off what that old man had started. Lex isn’t here for the profit or the fame, but the dark-haired woman knows that lives will be lost if history were to repeat itself again. 

     The explorer had already given the muscle of the expedition an idea of what to look out for if the blade-wielding hunters were to RETURN  –  tech that cloaked them with invisibility, advanced harpoons, nets, along with an otherworldly strength & agility.. to list a few of their advantages. 

     Such halls, laden with dust & aged webbing, depict images & statues similar to what Lex had seen previously. for a moment, the chaperone SLACKS behind as a hand motions toward her face, umber hues gazing at a particular carving of the ritual ; a hunter being marked with the remains of their prey, the DEFEATED adversary depicted having been torn limb from limb in a combining piece. 

     The previous pyramid had been a straightforward path to the weapons, the survivor notes, where this one held more statues & busts of the victorious hunters of generations past, as if it were a physical gallery. many sport the mark of their tribe  –  clan ? she wasn’t certain what the appropriate term to use was  –  on the front of their helmets, but not always. few are sculpted in GROUPS of more than one, though a fair number are seen with the serpent-like creatures in a pose of defeat or submission even in death.  

   ❝ remember :  don’t. touch. anything. ❞

hulking creature, yet movements perdure such elegance. digits dance enticingly upon chilled metal, bio-mask ceremoniously removed, conscientiously emplaced before beasts feet. taken to a knee, helm bowed, jaws wide, his voice mellowed, soothful crackles engulf in precious memories long forgotten. elders, never bought to past, even after death, they shall be honoured; the young hunter could only hope to garner the half of their honours. eyes linger, light beamed through icy caverns, shadowy limbs outstretched collecting upon derelict souls within. moss scales antediluvian brickwork, resurrected by the cherry green lichen eagerly breaking through each breach of integrity, water collecting before him, breaking through cracks above. one final gaze upon the effigy before mask is replaced.

the hunt continues. beast ever vigilant, fear of the unknown lingering amongst shadows. one false step, one lapse of concentration was all it took. moment passes, options observed, the path ahead, caliginous,  as once again, life signs return negative. he proceeds further among destiny, though, plans are fleetly and abruptly silenced by cries of agony and torture. bone-chilling, cataclysmic. noise radiating far throughout a broken paradise. the prey, they’re here. a welcomed challenge in the eyes of the hunter. without moments thought, adrenaline fuelled actions, combistick telescopes open, his roar, spine-chilling as the beast charges narrowed hallways with reckless abandon.

the end is near, their heart-stopping shrieks ever clearer. light ahead, his guiding source, stopping just before the doorway. awaiting him, a jocund congregation of green waving in fragranced breeze. the creatures run scared, sinking back amongst crevices unseen. cowards, when the element of surprise is no longer their virtue they retreat back into hiding. 

source of the noise became apparent, copious amounts of luminous green covering floors. the beast follows the trail close behind, brushing through thick shrubbery as fears turn to reality. resting upon shallow tree trunk,  his fallen brother. though, dubious, his footing ceased, once again scouting for the inflictors of such horror. once clear, only then did he advance, made quicker when the husks arm moved. sympathy, emotion so unbeknownst to him, yet obvious in these times. he comes crouched, eye to eye with the other, removing his mask and revealing what lay beneath. face of the defeated, a hunt over to soon. their ideology silent, answered by a single nod. heavy hand rests upon the other as clicks from his arm count down and the youngblood has to make way.

[yautja-addict]

[honorkill]

hiived​:

it was feeling …    irritation.  intentional or not ,   the ship had her tumbling along the walls and clinging to the cieling.  holes made from it’s acid splattered about made for a good grip.  it let out a victorious hiss ,   seeminly satisfied with it’s posititon until the ship crashed.  she was knocked forward ,     hard   ,   into the sealed door ,   collapsing back and nudging whatever was left of his blade into it’s wound.  it’s hiss matched the sound of metal melting into the acid.  she ripped it out ,   snarling ,   it’s blood dripping down into wiring and causing more damage to the ship.  alarms began to sound.    as   if   the   new   pilot   wasn’t   annoying   enough  .  

the ship came to a stop and it stalked the doorway.  the serpent hissed madly ,   the roars and the scent coming from him was the demand of a challenge enough.  it needed to build a hive here ,   without attracting too much attention from any armed hosts.  he was going to stop it.  he was going to   ruin   it.  it’s lone mind grew angry from the threat ,   blocked by this man-made obstacle.

it tried ramming into it once then   twice   ,    applying pressure to where it bled the most ,   and it hurt.  any more damage and it’s guts would threaten to spill.  the serpent needed to get it’s strength back before something else could.  it couldn’t handle   brute   force  right about now.

it hisses at every sound that wasn’t it’s acid melting the door.  it wouldn’t heal ,   but it would be satisfied enough to fight and run.  soon among the noise was a familiar one.  not the neighbouring danger that dressed the ship in their blood ,   no.    hosts  .   far ,   but soon they’ll be expecting company.  doused in red and neon green ,   it searches for an exit.  the glass of the cockpit would work well enough but it needed an opening ,   which was just another standoff away.  she cries out ,  a taunt that echos in it’s mind.

>   come  and  get  me .

ᵇʳᶦᵉᶠ        ˢˡᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ        ,        ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉⁿ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᵈᵃᶻᵉ        ,        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ʳᵉᵛᶦᵛᵉᵈ        ,        ᵛᵉʳᵗᶦᵍᶦⁿᵒᵘˢ        ,        ᶦⁿʲᵘᵈᶦᶜᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ        ᶜᵒᵐᵇᶦˢᵗᶦᶜᵏ        ᵖʳᵒᵗʳᵃᶜᵗˢ        ,        ᵉᵛᵉⁿ        ᶦⁿ        ᵃᵈᵈˡᵉᵖᵃᵗᵉᵈ        ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ        ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒⁿʳʸ        ˡᵒᵈᵍᵉˢ        ᵈᵉᵉᵖ        ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ        ˢʰᶦᵖˢ        ʷᵃˡˡˢ        .        ˢʰᵃᵏᵉⁿ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ʰᵉˡˡᶦˢʰ        ᵗʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ        ,        ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜᶦᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ        ʳᵉᵍᵃᶦⁿᵉᵈ        .        ᵛᶦˢᶦᵒⁿ        ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ        ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ        ,        ˢᶦᶠᵗᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ        ᵛᵃʳᶦᵒᵘˢ        ˢᶦᵍʰᵗˢ        ᵃˢ        ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ        ᵉⁿᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢ        ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ        ᵗʰᵉ        ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ        .        ᶜᵒᶜᵏᵖᶦᵗ        ᵃᵇˡᵃᶻᵉ        ,        ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ        ᵉⁿᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᶦⁿᵍ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ        ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ        .

ˢᵉᵈᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ        ᵈᵉᵐᵉᵃⁿᵒᵘʳ        ᵉᵛᵉʳ        ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ        ,        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵏᶦⁿᵍ’ˢ        ᵗʰʳᵒⁿᵉ        ᵃᵈᵛᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ        .        ᵒⁿᶜᵉ        ᵐᵒʳᵉ        ʰᵉˡᵐ        ˢʰᶦᶠᵗˢ        ᵗᵒ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵈᵒᵒʳʷᵃʸ        ,        ʰᵉˢᶦᵗᵃⁿᶜʸ        ᶦⁿ        ᵒⁿᵉˢ        ˢᵗᵉᵖ        ,        ˢᵗᶦˡˡ        ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗᵒ        ᶠᶦⁿᵈ        ˢᵗᵉᵃᵈʸ        ᶠᵒᵒᵗᶦⁿᵍ         .        ᵇᵒᵈʸ        ˢʰᵘᵈᵈᵉʳˢ        ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ        ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ        ᶜʳᵃˢʰ        ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ        ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ        ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ        ᶠʳᵃᵐᵉ        .        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ        ᶜʳᶦᵉˢ        ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ        ᵗᵒ        ᵖᵘⁿᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ        ᶠˡᵉˢʰ        ᵒᶠ        ᵉᵛᵉⁿ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵐᵒˢᵗ        ˢᵗᵒᵘᵗʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ        ʷᵃʳʳᶦᵒʳ        .

ᵃʳᵐᵒᵘʳʸ        ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ        ,        ˢᶦᵍʰᵗ        ᵗᵒ        ᵇᵉʰᵒˡᵈ        .        ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ        ᵇᶦᵒ⁻ᵐᵃˢᵏ        ˢᵗʳᶦᵖᵖᵉᵈ        ,        ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ        ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ        ᵃˢᶦᵈᵉ        ,        ᵃᶦʳ        ᵗʰʳᶦᵛᵉᵈ        ˡᶦᵏᵉ        ᵛᵉⁿᵒᵐ        ‘ᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᵗᵃᶦⁿᵗᵉᵈ        ᵛᵉᶦⁿˢ        ,        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ        ᵏʳʸᵖᵗᵒⁿᶦᵗᵉ        .        ᶠˡᵉˢʰ        ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ        ,        ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ        ᶜʰᶦʳᵖ          ᵃˢ        ᵉᵠᵘᶦᵖᵐᵉⁿᵗ         ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ        ᵇʸ        ᵒⁿᵉ        ᵃⁿᵉʷ        .

ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ        ᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ        ᵗᵒ        ᵉⁿᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᵉ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ        ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏˡᶦⁿᵍ        ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗʳᶦᶜᵃˡˢ        .        ᵈᵉᶜᶦˢᶦᵒⁿ        ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ        ᵗᵒ        ᵐᵃᵈᵉ        ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏˡʸ        .        ʰᵉᵃᵗ        ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉˢ        ᵘⁿᵇᵉᵃʳᵃᵇˡᵉ        ,        ᵉᵛᵉⁿ        ᶠᵒʳ        ᵒⁿᵉˢ        ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃʳᵈˢ        ,        ᵗᵘʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗᵒ        ᶜᵒᶜᵏᵖᶦᵗˢ        ʷᶦⁿᵈᵒʷ        ,        ᵗʰᵉ        ˡᵃˢᵗ        ʳᵉˢᵒʳᵗ        .        ˢˡᵃˢʰᶦⁿᵍ        ᵃᵗ        ᵍˡᵃˢˢ        ,        ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ        ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        ʰᶦᵐ        .        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᶠᵒʳᵉˢᵗ        ,        ᵗʰᵉ        ˢᵉᵃ        ᵒᶠ        ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ        ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉˢ        ᵃˡˡ        .        ᵒⁿᵉ        ᶠᶦⁿᵃˡ        ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᵉ        ᵇᵃᶜᵏ        ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        ˡᵉᵃᵖ        ᵒᶠ        ᶠᵃᶦᵗʰ        ,        ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ        ᶠᶦⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ        ʳᵉᶠᵘᵍᵉ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ        ᵃⁿᵈ        ˢʰʳᵘᵇᵇᵉʳʸ        .        ʰᶦˢ        ᵖᵃᵗᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉ        ᵃ        ᵛᶦʳᵗᵘᵉ        ,        ᵖᵉʳᶜʰᵉᵈ        ʰᶦᵍʰ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᵗʳᵉᵉ        ᵗᵒᵖˢ        ʰᵉ        ᵃʷᵃᶦᵗˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵃᵗᵗˡᵉ        ᵘⁿᶠᶦⁿᶦˢʰᵉᵈ        .      

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Predator artwork

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roguc​:

@honorkill ♡’d for a starter.

Seeing another of his kind caused a slight hesitance on Sain'ja’s part, as he tried his best to avoid other Yautja if only due to the fact that he was still being hunted, and it was no secret bounties were placed on his head as well. However, he was low on supplies and very much needed to take a chance on this one.

“Gkaun-yte,” he growls, their language a naturally harsh one to speak, head bowed in respect as he approaches the other.

❝        ᵐᵉᶦ'ʰˢʷᵉᶦ        ˀ        ❞        ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ        ʳᵉᵐᵃʳᵏˢ        ,        ᵃᵖʰᵒʳᶦˢᵗᶦᶜ        ᵃᵈᵐᵒⁿᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ        .        ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵃⁿᵗ        ᵘᵖᵒⁿ        ᵘⁿᵖʳᵉᶜᵉᵈᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ        ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ        ,        ᵈᶦˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ      ʳᵉᵗᵃᶦⁿᵉᵈ        ,        ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ        ‘ᵖᵒⁿ        ᵒⁿᵉˢ        ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ        ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦⁿᵉᵈ        ᵒᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ        .        ʸᵉᵃʳˢ        ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ        ,        ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ        ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵈᵉˢ        ᵉᵛᵉⁿ        ,        ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ        ʸᵃᵘᵗʲᵃ        ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ        ᵉʸᵉˢ        ,        ᶠᵒʳᵗᵘᶦᵗᵒᵘˢ        ᵃᶜᵠᵘᵃᶦⁿᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ        ,        ʰᶦˢ        ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ        ᶠᵃʳ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ᵒᵛᵉʳ        ,        ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ        ᵒᶠ        ᵉˡᵈᵉʳˢ        ,        ᵃ        ˡᵘˣᵘʳʸ        &        ʰᵒⁿᵒᵘʳ        ˢᵗᶦˡˡ        ᶠᵃʳ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ        .    

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madeherchoices​:

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“    This IS NOT the type of place you want to be around all alone.    ”    There was a SYRINGE FULL of drugs in her pockets capable of knocking out anyone who came TOO CLOSE.  But they weren’t meant for him.  They were for someone she had been WAITING FOR to drag to their game,  but she WOULD USE THEM against another if she had to.    “    Haven’t you heard there is a KILLER ON THE LOOSE ???    ”

❝        ᵗʰᶦˢ        ᶦˢ        ⁿᵒᵗ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵗʸᵖᵉ        ᵒᶠ        ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ        ʸᵒᵘ        ʷᵃⁿᵗ        ᵗᵒ        ᵇᵉ        ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ        ᵃˡˡ        ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ        ...        ❞         ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡᶦˢᵉʳ        ᵈᵘᵖˡᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉˢ        ᶦⁿ        ʳᵉᵗᵒʳᵗ        ,        ᵏⁿᵃᵛᶦˢʰ        ᵗᵃᵘⁿᵗ        .        ᵛᵃᶜᵘᵒᵘˢ        ˢᵗᵃʳᵉ        .       ᵈᵉᵗᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ        ,        ᵗʰᵉ        ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ        ʳᵃᶜᵉ        ˢᵒ        ᵈᵉⁿˢᵉ        ,        ˢᵒ        ᶠᵉᵉᵇˡᵉ        ᵐᶦⁿᵈᵉᵈ        .        ᵈʷᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ        ‘ᵖᵒⁿ        ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ        ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ        ,        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ        ˢʰᶦᵖ        ˢᶦᵗᵘᵃᵗᵉˢ        ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        ᵒⁿᵉˢ        ᵛᵉʳʸ        ʰᵉᵃᵈ        .        

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killmaskd​:

he’s   honestly   not   sure   what   he’s   looking   at.   a   costume  …. ???       an   alien    ???      an   unfamiliar   clench   in   his   chest   tells   him   to   run   but   panic   and   a   bit   of   fascination   keeps   his   feet   planted   where   he   stands.   what   an   IDIOT.

ᶜˡᵒᵃᵏˢ        ʳᵉᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ        ,        ʰᵃʳᵇᶦⁿᵍᵉʳ        ᵒᶠ        ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿˢᶦᵒⁿ        .        ᵃᵈᵐᵒⁿᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ        ᵗᵒ        ᵒⁿᵉ        ˢᵒ        ˢʰᵒʳᵗˢᶦᵍʰᵗᵉᵈ        ᵃˢ        ʰᵉ        .        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ        ‘ⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ        ᵃˢᵗʳᵃˡ        ˢᵏʸ        ,        ᵐᵒᵒⁿ        ᵈᵃⁿᶜᶦⁿᵍ        ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        ᵗʰᵉ        ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳˢ        ʰᵉˡᵐᵉᵗ        .        ᵛᵃᶜᵃⁿᵗ        ˢᵗᵃʳᵉ        ᵉˡˡᶦᵖˢᵉˢ        ᶦⁿᵗʳᶦᵍᵘᵉ        ,        ˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ        ˢᵗᵃᵗᶦᶜ        ,        ᵃʳᵐˢ        ᵇᵃʳᵉᵈ        ᵃᵗ        ʰᶦᵖ        .        ʰᵉˡᵐ        ᵃˢˡᵃⁿᵗ        ,        ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ        ᶜᵃᶜᵏˡᶦⁿᵍ        ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ        ᵇᶦᵒ⁻ᵐᵃˢᵏ        .        ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ        ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ        ,        ᵉⁿᵍʳᵒˢˢᵐᵉⁿᵗ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉˢ        ᵐᵉᵗᶦᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ        ᵘⁿˢʰᵉᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ʷʳᶦˢᵗ        ,        ᵈᶦᵍᶦᵗ        ᵗʳᵃᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ        ᵖʳᶦˢᵗᶦⁿᵉ        ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ        .  

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plotting call.

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*        XENOMORPH        (  @hiived​  )

ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ        ᵃ        ʰᵃˢᵗᵉ        ᶦⁿ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ        ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ        .        ʰᵘˡˡˢ        ᶦⁿᵗᵉᵍʳᶦᵗʸ        ᶠᵃᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ        ,        ᵉⁿᵍᶦⁿᵉˢ        ᵘⁿʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᶦᵛᵉ        ,        ᵃᵘˣᶦˡᶦᵃʳᶦᵉˢ        ᵒᶠᶠˡᶦⁿᵉ        &        ᵃˡᵗᶦᵗᵘᵈᵉ        ᵈʳᵒᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ        ʳᵃᵖᶦᵈˡʸ        .       ˡᵃᶜᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ        ,        ᵇᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ        ᵒᶠ        ⁿᵉʷ        ᶠˡᵉˢʰ        ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈ        ,         ᶠʳᵉˢʰ        ᵉᵐᵉʳᵃˡᵈ        ˢᵗᵃᶦⁿᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗʰᵉ        ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳˢ        ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ        ,        ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ        ˢʰᶦᵖˢ        ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᶦᵒʳ        ʷᶦᵗʰ        ʰᶦˢ        ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ        ᵃˢ        ʰᵉ        ˢᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉʳᵉᵈ        ᵗᵒ        ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦⁿ        ᵘᵖʳᶦᵍʰᵗ        .        ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ        ,        ᵒᵘᵗ⁻ᵇᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ        ,        ⁿᵒʷ        ˢᵗᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ        ᵇʸ        ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ        ᶦⁿᵈᶦˢᵗᶦⁿᵍᵘᶦˢʰᵃᵇˡᵉ        ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ        ᵗʰᵉ        ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ        ᶦᵗ        ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ        ʰᵒᵐᵉ        .        ʰᵒᵖᵉ        ʷᵃˢⁿ’ᵗ        ˡᵒˢᵗ        ,        ⁿᵒᵗ        ʸᵉᵗ        .        ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢ        ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦⁿᵉᵈ        ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ        ,        ᶜˡᵃʷˢ        ᶜˡᶦⁿᵍᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗᵒ        ᵃⁿʸ        ˢᵒˡᶦᵈ        ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ        ᵃˢ        ʰᵉ        ʰᵃᵘˡᵉᵈ        ʰᵘˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ        ᶠʳᵃᵐᵉ        ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ        ᶜᵒᶜᵏᵖᶦᵗ        ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ        &        ˢᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ        ᵗʰᵉᵐ        ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ        ʰᶦᵐ        .

ᵗʰᵉ        ᵏᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ        ᵗᵒ        ʰᶦˢ        ᵉˢᵗᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ        ᵐᵃⁿᵗˡᵉ        ,        ˢᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ        ᶦⁿᵗᵒ        ˢᵉᵃᵗ        ᵃˢ        ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ        ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ        ᵖᵒᵒˡˢ        ʳᵃᵖᶦᵈˡʸ        ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ        ʰᶦˢ        ᵗʰʳᵒⁿᵉ        .        ᵐᵉᵈᶦᶜᵒᵐᵖ        ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ        ᵗᵒ        ᵒⁿᵉ        ˢᶦᵈᵉ        ;        ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ        ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ        ᵉᵛᵉʳ        ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ        ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵉ        ʰᶦᵐ        ᶠᵒʳ        ᵗʰᶦˢ        .        ˢᵗᶦˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ        ᶠᶦˡˡˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵃᶦʳ        ,        ᵃ        ᶜᵃˡᵐ        ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        ᵗʰᵉ        ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ        ,        ᵗʰᵉⁿ        ᵇᵃʳᵇᵃʳᶦᶜ        ʰᵒʷˡ        ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ᵃˢ        ˢʸʳᶦⁿᵍᵉ        ᵖˡᵘⁿᵍᵉˢ        ᵈᵉᵉᵖ        ᶦⁿᵗᵒ        ʰᶦˢ        ᵃᵇᵈᵒᵐᵉⁿ        .                

ᶜʳᵃˢʰ        ˡᵃⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ        ʷᵃˢ        ᵐᵉʳᵉˡʸ        ᶦⁿᵉᵛᶦᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ        ᵃᵗ        ᵗʰᶦˢ        ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ        ᵉᵛᵉⁿ        ʷᶦᵗʰ        ˢᵗᵉᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏᶠᵘˡˡʸ        ᶦⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ        .       ᵗʰᵉ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ᵃˢˢᵘᵐᵉˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ʳᵉᶦᵍⁿˢ        ,        ˢᵘʳᵛᶦᵛᵃˡ        ᶦⁿˢᵗᶦⁿᶜᵗˢ        ᵏᶦᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ        ᶦⁿ        ,        ʸᵉᵗ        ˢᵗᶦˡˡ        ˢʰᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ        ᵃ        ˢᶦᵈᵉ⁻ᵉʸᵉᵈ        ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᵉ        ᵗᵒ        ᵗʰᵉ        ˢᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ         ᵈᵒᵒʳʷᵃʸ        ᵃʷᵃᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ        ᵘⁿʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈ        ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿʸ        .        ʰᶦˢ        ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ        ʰᵃᵈ        ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ        ᵖʳᵉᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˡʸ        ᵇᵉᵍᵘⁿ        ,        ᵇʳᵃᶜᶦⁿᵍ        ᶠᵒʳ        ᶦᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ        ʷʰᶦˡᵉ        ᵖᵘˡˡᶦⁿᵍ        ᵘᵖ        ᵒⁿ        ᵗʰᵉ        ˢʰᶦᵖˢ        ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡˢ        .        ᵃˡˡ        ʰᵉ        ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ        ᵈᵒ        ⁿᵒʷ        ʷᵃˢ        ʰᵒᵖᵉ        ᶠᵒʳ        ᵒᵖᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ        ᶦⁿ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵗʳᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵉ        ᵗᵒ        ˡᵉˢˢᵉⁿ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᶦᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ        .

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Predator Poster by London1888

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plotted starter for @finaelfright

ᵐᶦˢᶜʳᵉᵃⁿᵗ        ᵖᵉʳᶜʰᵉᵈ        ᵃᵗᵒᵖ        ᵇᵃᶦˡᶦʷᶦᶜᵏ        ,        ᵐᵒⁿᵃʳᶜʰ        ,        ᵃ        ᵏᶦⁿᵍ        ,                ᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᵉ        ᵒᶠ        ᶜᵉˡᵉˢᵗᶦᵃˡ        ˡᵃⁿᵈ        .        ᵇᵃˡᵉᶠᵘˡ        ʳᵒᵃʳ        ,        ᵛᵒᶜᶦᶠᵉʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ        ᵗᵒ        ᵉˡᵈᵉʳˢ        ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ        .         ʰᵉᵃʳ        ᵐᵉ        .        ʲᵘᵛᵉⁿᶦˡᵉ        ʷᵃʳʳᶦᵒʳ        ᵃʳᵈᵉⁿᵗ        ᵗᵒ        ᵉˣʰᶦᵇᶦᵗ        ʰᶦˢ        ʷᵒʳᵗʰ        ,        ˢᵘᶜʰ        ᵃᶜᶜˡᵃᶦᵐ        ᵒⁿᵉ        ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ        ᵒⁿˡʸ        ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ        ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᶦᵗ       .         ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢ        ᶜᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ        ᵘᵖᵒⁿ        ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ        ˢᵏʸ        ,        ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ        ᵇʸ         ˢʰᵉᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ        ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉˢ        ,        ʰᵉˡᵐ        ᵒᵇˡᶦᵠᵘᵉ        ,        ᶦⁿᶜᶦˢᶦᵛᵉ        ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ        ᵒᶠ         ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗᶦᶜᵃˡ        ᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ         .        ᵇᵒⁿᵉ        ᵍʳᶦⁿᵈˢ        ‘ᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ         ˢᵗʳᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ        ᵈᶦᵍᶦᵗˢ        ,        ᵃʳᵐˢ        ᵒᵘᵗˢᵗʳᵉᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ        ,        ˡᶦᶠᵉˡᵉˢˢ        ʰᵘˢᵏ        ˢᵗᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ        ᵇᵃᶜᵏ        .        ᵒⁿᶜᵉ        ᵐᵒʳᵉ        ,        ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈᶜᵘʳᵈˡᶦⁿᵍ        ˢᶜʳᵉᵉᶜʰ        ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ        .        ˢᵏᵘˡˡ        ᶜᶦⁿᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ        ᶠᶦʳᵐ        ᵗᵒ        ʰᶦˢ        ᵇᵉˡᵗ       

ᵗʳᵒᵖʰʸ        ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ        ᵈᵘᵇᶦᵉᵗᶦᵉˢ        ᶜᵒʳʳᵉᶜᵗ        ,        ʰᵉ        ʷᵃˢⁿ’ᵗ        ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ       ;        ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ        ,        ᵗʰᶦˢ        ᵗᶦᵐᵉ        ˡᶦᶠᵉ        ˢᶜᵃⁿˢ        ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ        ⁿᵉᵍᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ        .        ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ        ,       ᵇᵘᵗ        ᶠᵒʳ         ⁿᵒʷ        ʰᶦˢ        ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ        ʷᵃˢ        ᶠᵃʳ        ᶠʳᵒᵐ        ᵒᵛᵉʳ        .        ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ        ᵉʳᵃᵈᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ        ʰᶦˢ        ʳᵒʸᵃˡ        ᵗʰʳᵒⁿᵉ        &        ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ        ᵗᵒ        ᶜᵒⁿᶜʳᵉᵗᵉ        ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ        .        ᵈᵉˢᵗᶦⁿʸ        ᵃʷᵃᶦᵗˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵈᵃᵘⁿᵗˡᵉˢˢ        ᵃˢ        ʰᶦˢ        ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ        ᶠᶦⁿᵈˢ        ᵗʰᵉ        ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ        ʸᵃᵘᵗʲᵃ        ᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ        ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ        ᶦⁿᵗᵒ        ˢᵃᶜʳᶦᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ        ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ       .  

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Elder Predator by Unknown (Correction: Raf Grassetti)

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