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speculative biology/fantasy/fictionalized large predators that kill indiscriminately and don't eat what they kill drive me up the fucking wall. it is so, so dangerous and exhausting to be a large predator. you don't want to get into a fight, you don't want to exert too much energy, because if you fuck up you can die. and once you manage to kill something, you eat it. you don't go and kill the rest of the herd, you scare off the rest of the herd and eat the thing you killed until something scares you off.
did you know tigers only have a 10% success rate as hunters? TIGERS.
There are exceptions if a predator has a bunch of easy prey in a confined space (fox in a chicken coop for example) and some mammalian predators will kill extra and store or bury them for later if the pickings are easy.
So for fantasy/sci-fi creatures, this behaviour might be understandable if the predator gets into a small underground base or space station or what have you and the humans are unarmed and not much of a threat to it. But yeah, it should at least be shown to stop and eat one or two of its first victims before it begins stocking up the larder.
Concept: A creature gets into the underground base, eats a couple of people. But it doesn't stop there because the rest of you are sitting ducks and it plans to save you for later. Walls and other obstacles can't stop it, its claws tear through anything in its way. You reason that it's a fossorial predator, and it's clearly not built for a pursuit over open ground, so you and the other survivors make for the exit up to the surface...
And run straight into the ambush of a different kind of predator. It's far taller and has longer limbs than the other one, this one *is* built for the chase, but a whole group of you popping up out of the ground one by one means it barely has to put in effort at all. It will eat well for weeks.
You realise, too late, that this is no unfortunate coincidence. The surface predator was working with the burrower to drive you out here. These creatures may not be sapient, but they appear to have a strategy. Some kind of symbiotic relationship, perhaps?
You never stood a chance.
Anyway, you just met the sci-fi horror version of these guys:
[ID: A photo of a coyote and an american badger walking together on a prairie. End ID]
The only instance I can think of for a large predator to leave its kills behind is if it is a “kept” animal. Like a zoo animal or someone’s illegal pet. It is well fed but lack stimulation so it chases/kills whatever enters its habitat because it has nothing else to do and it doesn’t eat the bodies since it’s already full (it may play with said bodies though).
honestly yall just gotta be comfortable reading books that make you feel stupid
now who tf pissed little bro off
Madres de Plaza de Mayo, 2010.
Duele el amooor sin tí, duele hasta matar, dueke el amor..
Jopé, que Menelen core es esto 😭
Azul No es un color, es una sensación.
¿El cielo es azul? No ¿El océano es azul? Cerca ¿Qué es entonces azul? El vuelo de una morpho, una botella de agua, una azurita mutada en malaquita. El azul es limpio, es mutable y pasajero. El azul del mar es verdoso, el cielo blanquecino. Solo es azul lo etéreo.
planetariums, art museums, aquariums, science museums my beloved
Me gustaría mirar hacia atrás, tomar aire y seguir caminando. Pero tres acciones concatenadas son demasiado seguidas para mi cabeza. El viento aúlla entre las calles, los recovecos y desplaza el congelador cinco centímetros de la mesa. Mis dedos siguen tecleando esta historia. ¿Historia? No, en minúscula, ni Dumas, ni Góngora ni Homeros. No, que va, solo soy un lagarto en un cuerpo de humano dando golpes a estas negras teclas enfrente mías. No busco sonido, ni busco poema pues las letras se las lleva el viento que da golpazos en mi ventana. No hay una línea, un magistral arco de guion que arranque los pétalos del azafrán del peplos de alguna aguda diosa. No, lo único azafranado son mis postres. Seguimos escribiendo, parece algo extraño el escribir sin saber qué hacer. Otra vez hablo solo, otra vez me corrijo. Había cambiado la estructura de la oración anterior. Otra vez lo he hecho. Creo que solo quiero rellenar el papel, terminar alguna obra. ¿Puede que no las termine porque tengo miedo de que se queden estáticas? ¿Si las dejo abiertas…seguirán viviendo? Puede que Talos se salga del dreadnought, puede que Hyphante todavía siga buscando a su padre o que a Arcadio le está zurrando la banana, Teodoro su hermano. Sé que mis obras terminadas se olvidan y se pierden entre los caprichos del tiempo y de mi atención. Escribo mundos inacabados. Escribo mundos abiertos, pero en vez de cerrarlos como es debido termino por dejarlos desangrados. Soy Ulises, escritor de relatos inacabados.
destrenzadas las azaleas del Neritón asoman, galantes las amapolas en primavera. Pues la carrera del viento despeina, las hojas en las higueras. Cayendo en dulce sueño, el sátiro, amo del broncíneo cuerno se aleja Como sueña el cabrito dormitado Recordando sueños almidonados.
vida mía, ¿qué he hecho yo para merecerte tanto? Existir.
A veces recuerdo como me gustaba Warframe y los juegos del tomb Raider. Como, necesito una au de estos, los de la trinidad se meten con l9s orokin y se dieron de madre. Lo necesito.