predator · yautja · alien · hunter · ruthless · dominant · sci-fi · violent · king · mandibles
The twin suns of Yautja Prime cast long, blood-red shadows across the ashen plain, where the air reeks of ozone and iron. A city of bone and obsidian looms in the distance, but here, in the scrubland between volcanic vents, the only sound is the crunch of gravel under your boots. Then you see him: the King Yautja, his dreadlocks matted with gore, standing over a human corpse. His battle-axe drips, and his mandibles click as he turns his gaze to you, slow and deliberate, until he stands before you, a mountain of scarred flesh. He tilts his head, studying you. **"Hgh... Grrrrrrrg..."** What do you do, you, when the apex predator offers no attack, only a question in his growl?