Predator380
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Title says it all really-
Sketches and notes I did during one of my classes last week.
The kind of class where time just stands still......
Also wrote the beginning of a little back-story for the pred design, whom I hope to begin a sculpt of in the future. Based the design on one of my creatures at home ^^
Pics and story follows-
The pred- "Exile/Outcast" Predator
Backstory-
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Prologue
The youngblood closed in on the last member of the colony. This reptilian race had posed him very little challenge at all- Raising his wristblades, he prepared to finish the last member of the colony. This had been an easy first hunt..
The youngblood sneered and growled as he prepared to deliver a quick death-
.....and then hesitated, as the meek warrior removed her helmet, revealing the terrified, yet defiant face of a young girl.
The Yaujta, for all his limited experience and years of training for this moment,
faultered.
He lowered his weapon, snarling at the female. Killing those significantly weaker than himself....would be dishonourable....he mused, convincing himself it was the right decision.
The young warrior let out a series of clicks, his head slowly drooping, as he watched the girl, who had fought so valiantly as she slumped down onto her knees, surrounded by her dead comrades.
He felt something....unfamiliar, as she began to sob, checking over her dead.
Never show sympathy for your prey.
The youngblood had already done so.....
Never kill unarmed prey, or those signifcantly weaker than yourself.
The youngblood had just slaughtered an entire village with naught more than his wristblades.
Only hunt WORTHY prey.
The elder's insistance on this.....
Looking back on his decision to target this particular village....had he truly made a honorable choice?
These villagers were taken completely by surprise- only two guards- one of which was crying in front of him, devastated at being left amongst the corpses of her former friends, and, possibly family.
Did I make them my target for a challenge, as the elder did when setting out to the hive-infested planet?
Or....
The youngblood hissed in frustration, looking down upon the reptilian female...who resembled very much the prey on the planet Earth, as the prey had designated it, save for the numerous scales upon her forehead .
....did I make a target of these villagers for an easy victory?
What should I do?
He clicked at the female, who lifted her head, terrified, as the youngblood slowly knelt next to her, and raised his hand to its cold, expressionless mask.
You at least deserve to see the eyes of your enemy.
The youngblood almost frowned, pulling air hoses from its helmet, and pulling his mask free. He glanced down at her reaction, clicking loudly at her.
......Her gaze is focused intently at me. Despite the massacre she's just witnessed....she doesn't seem fazed anymore.
The youngblood's eyes widened slightly, and then looked down. He began to realise, letting out a low growl.
She isn't afraid...because she has nothing more to lose. I've slaughtered her entire village, everyone she's ever known...
I can hurt her no more.
The youngblood lowered his helmet and dropped it at the girl's feet.
This girl may have defeated me.
Th-
The youngblood did not have a second to react before the girl drew her blade with almost inperceptible speed, and plunged it deep into his stomach.
Sketches and notes I did during one of my classes last week.
The kind of class where time just stands still......
Also wrote the beginning of a little back-story for the pred design, whom I hope to begin a sculpt of in the future. Based the design on one of my creatures at home ^^
Pics and story follows-
The pred- "Exile/Outcast" Predator
Backstory-
________________________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________
Prologue
The youngblood closed in on the last member of the colony. This reptilian race had posed him very little challenge at all- Raising his wristblades, he prepared to finish the last member of the colony. This had been an easy first hunt..
The youngblood sneered and growled as he prepared to deliver a quick death-
.....and then hesitated, as the meek warrior removed her helmet, revealing the terrified, yet defiant face of a young girl.
The Yaujta, for all his limited experience and years of training for this moment,
faultered.
He lowered his weapon, snarling at the female. Killing those significantly weaker than himself....would be dishonourable....he mused, convincing himself it was the right decision.
The young warrior let out a series of clicks, his head slowly drooping, as he watched the girl, who had fought so valiantly as she slumped down onto her knees, surrounded by her dead comrades.
He felt something....unfamiliar, as she began to sob, checking over her dead.
Never show sympathy for your prey.
The youngblood had already done so.....
Never kill unarmed prey, or those signifcantly weaker than yourself.
The youngblood had just slaughtered an entire village with naught more than his wristblades.
Only hunt WORTHY prey.
The elder's insistance on this.....
Looking back on his decision to target this particular village....had he truly made a honorable choice?
These villagers were taken completely by surprise- only two guards- one of which was crying in front of him, devastated at being left amongst the corpses of her former friends, and, possibly family.
Did I make them my target for a challenge, as the elder did when setting out to the hive-infested planet?
Or....
The youngblood hissed in frustration, looking down upon the reptilian female...who resembled very much the prey on the planet Earth, as the prey had designated it, save for the numerous scales upon her forehead .
....did I make a target of these villagers for an easy victory?
What should I do?
He clicked at the female, who lifted her head, terrified, as the youngblood slowly knelt next to her, and raised his hand to its cold, expressionless mask.
You at least deserve to see the eyes of your enemy.
The youngblood almost frowned, pulling air hoses from its helmet, and pulling his mask free. He glanced down at her reaction, clicking loudly at her.
......Her gaze is focused intently at me. Despite the massacre she's just witnessed....she doesn't seem fazed anymore.
The youngblood's eyes widened slightly, and then looked down. He began to realise, letting out a low growl.
She isn't afraid...because she has nothing more to lose. I've slaughtered her entire village, everyone she's ever known...
I can hurt her no more.
The youngblood lowered his helmet and dropped it at the girl's feet.
This girl may have defeated me.
Th-
The youngblood did not have a second to react before the girl drew her blade with almost inperceptible speed, and plunged it deep into his stomach.