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Now seated for Predator: Killer of Killers-

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It's PRIDE and also PREDATOR: KILLER OF KILLERS TOMORROW!!

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PREDATOR KILLER OF KILLERS COMES OUT TONIGHT. WATCH ME RETURN TO THIS BLOG LMAO

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BULLHORN, STAR-EYES AND VESPER ON THE HUNT!

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"God creates dinosaurs, God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man, man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs."

hold onto your butts! it's a brand new blog from sparks, centered on the dinosaurs of the jurassic park / jurassic world franchise! please read rules before interacting and give his a like or reblog if you want to write together!

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Burnt myself out on Yautja for the day, so I will be spending the rest of the night on @empiireoftitans

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Mandibles flared. He hadn't been looking for a fight either, though this...challenger was more than worthy of becoming a bone temple in his ship.

Scarface- he had a name in his native tongue, yes, but the name 'oomans had given him had stuck in memory of his past shame -clenched a clawed hand into a fist. This one was making it particularly difficult to do his mission.

"Move." The Yautja grunted. Despite being part of a younger generation, he had taken it upon himself to learn human tongue from his Elders. And it had been wise, seeming as it made it easier to communicate in situations like this.

"Move." Scarface repeated, taking a threatening step forward. "Won't ask again." The hand that wasn't currently balled up into a 'i'm going to beat the shit out of you' fist pointed over his shoulder at the steel laboratory doors that the man was blocking.

"Inside. Kill you easy."

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@mcwscollective // cont.

Uka'da had always been the lesser son.

He came into the world early, a frail little thing that struggled to breathe with weakened lungs. And in place of a proper leg, there was only a small mass of flesh. His mother had always been confused about his birth- why had his brother, Yer'fiu, who had come from her just a mere minute ago weigh as much as two pups. Why was he strong and healthy, and her second offspring the exact opposite.

It had seemed the scales had been tilted against his favor ever since he was born.

That was the seed of rage that had started this hunt.

Father never gave him a second glance in most cases- and when he did look Uka'da's way, it was with a disappointment so heavy it felt like it was crushing every bone in his body. His intelligence, his cunning, the fact he could make a new leg out of nothing but scraps? It was worth nothing in the eyes of the clan leader. What mattered was Yer'fiu and his brute strength.

So, Uka'da had come to Earth, his first interstellar journey off Yautja Prime. It was here that he would seek the most dangerous game. Some sort of prey that would make his father finally notice him. But so far, all he had found were useless 'oomans.

Something caught his attention from where he was cloaked in a nearby tree. He turned his head, biomask scanning the biology of the...thing. It looked like an 'ooman, but something about it was all off...not just in his scans but an instinctual twinge of this isn't right.

Hmm. Uka'da turned fully towards what looked to be a butler. From his biomask, three red lights, each dotting into a triangle shape on Sebastian's back.

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Oh, luck had nothing to do with it.

He was a more than a seasoned hunter. Most of his life had been dedicated to hunting the galaxy's deadliest prey...and he was pushing nine hundred and fifty-six in 'ooman years..

Yautja aged much differently than 'oomans.

Still, her feistiness amused him. In another life, if she had worn another skin, he could see that fire inside her being shaped to birth a formidable warrior. He rested his chin against one of his palms, gesturing to the rabbit with his other hand.

"....Ell-osde rk'ta."

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It was love at first sight.

Keel'il watched in utter amazement as this new, unknown predator barged into the fray. It made short work of the Ankylosaur, delicate flesh tearing open in a beautiful crimson spray.

Any Yautja in their right mind would have seen this as a wonderful adversary; a head to be mounting on the wall of a ship. A symbol of status that could skyrocket his rank to new heights.

Keel'il was not a Yautja in his right mind, then.

He could imagine this incredible monster as his steed, a replacement for a hound that was more efficient. A guard that would feast on all of his enemies.

The thought of taming such a beast was exciting.

The Yautja clicked, louder than he normally would have if he was hunting, trying to get the strange animal's attention. He crouched, trying to show he wasn't a threat and uncloaked to allow it to see him in full.

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"Jeeze! You are one UGLY mother-fragger!"

Dse'de stared silently. Not even a single click, warble, or chatter came from the young Blooded Yautja.

Then slowly..,carefully...he raised his hand.

His middle finger shot up. Yeah, he was flipping the bird.

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Mmm desliishs anywaaay

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Rewatching Predators and goddamn what a fun movie. A bunch of killers, the worst of the worst, on a game preserve that's another planet. The expansion of Yautja mythos with a new subspecies. The first (and best) use of Yautja using hounds.

Some people may give it flack, but I think it's a high quality entry in the franchise.

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Derek Meres as Classic Predator in Predators (2010)

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For a long time, the shape didn't move. It seemed...see through. A wavy mirage that resembled the shimmering hot air over burning rock.

Then it shifted, lowering itself to a crouch. Whatever it was, it was observing them very closely: studying them, like a predator would its prey.

Then it became visible in a orange wave of light that slipped across its body.

Nid'ja's mandibles twitched, a deep clicking sound reverberating from his throat. The 'ooman pup wasn't of much interest to him. It would be shameful, dishonorable behavior if he were to slay a mere suckling. But his shielded gaze lingered on her weapon...

Then the beast the 'ooman was using as a steed bellowed, flashing impressive fangs. A threat. An invitation, maybe. Nid'ja always loved a good challenge.

The Yautja spread his arms wide, his own offer of combat. His mandibles flared open with a mighty roar, wrist blades extending.

The beast's skull would look wonderful on his ship.