I do not own Predator vs. Alien
I do own the species of the little hunter, and her herself.
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Thief
The little hunter regarded the Yautja silently, watching him turn his head toward it, slowly, waiting to see if there would be a reprimand. Upon finding none, he lifted his eyes, studying the creature before him. Without his mask all he saw were 3D red and black shapes. The creature had a heart shaped face, huge eyes, and soft, smooth, feathered skin. It's ears were fangs of feathers and its hair a feathery mane. It had no gender-related characteristics or other waste units, arising the question of how it bred or got rid of waste.
Perhaps it was the only member of it's kind? A scientific mutation? The creature growled and he blinked, lowering his eyes quickly. What had made it growl...? It cuffed his cheek gently with the tail and then turned, walking over to the storage area. It deftly pushed the heavy rock that covered the storage pit over to the side and reached in with a long, thin forward.
Inside was a pack of food and it picked this pack up, setting it on the ground. The creature examined it for a moment and then sat down, its tail curled loosely around itself as it held the pack with its feet. Then it opened the top with its hands, reaching in and plucking out a huge chunk of meat. It lifted the food to its mouth, tearing into it and swallowing thick chunks whole.
The Predator's eyes flamed and he stood up, the creature growled but he came straight up to it, clicking angrily. Instantaneously, she was up on all fours, long wings spread out. Each wing had an extra arm segment at the end of the wing, and rather than feathers it sported long, blade-like scales.
Judging by the creature's power and grace, he would bet they could hack him open easily. His rage calmed a bit, leaving some room for reason. He had bared his throat to this creature and acknowledged it as his superior. He should not let his anger overcome him so easily. He did not advance... but he did not retreat either.
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Telepath
The little Hunter's eyes flamed and he growled in return. That was HIS food! What right had this... THING to take his food!? Spoiled, rotten, childish-. He paused, examining her again. He would let an elder do as it wished. But this was unreasonable behavior on this creature's part! This food was NOT its! The hunter spread its fangs, eyes whirling.
"You can beat me in combat, but you are just being SPOILED, creature." IT lowered its wings a bit, tilting its head to the side, curiously. Then it engulfed the rest of the meat in its hands and then threw the pack in the hole, covering it, and promptly turned away from him as if he were a worm threatening a dragon.
Arrogant, selfish, supercilious creature!!!
The little creature whipped around and snarled at him, and he blinked, idly wondering, 'Can she hear me?' The creature gave what resembled a humanoid grin and then slipped into the water, splashing around happily. He arched an eyebrow at this and then looked down at his fire pit. Cooked meat tasted better to him... An opinion that differed from the normal member of his race... Slowly he knelt down, uncovering the warm embers and slowly starting a fire. When the first waves of heat were emerging from the fire, the creature came up out of the water and stretched itself out next to the roaring flames.
He snorted lightly, bitterly pulling his food out and starting to cook it. Deep in thought, he wondered why it had taken his trophies? Was it just a greedy, powerful thief? A sharp grunt reinforced his growing belief... that this thing could hear his insults... a telepath...?
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Master
He tested the meat on the spit and then, finding it cooked as he liked it, he pulled the spit off the fire, biting at the meat. Suddenly a massive chunk of meat was torn from the spit. He twisted his head to see the little creature devouring the meat.
He couldn't take it. The devil takes his food, steals his sculls, treats him like an animal, and threatens HIM! Now it steals the food HE hunted and cooked for HIMSELF? He let out a roar of frustration and anger, his wrist blades extending, as he hacked at the loathsome creature.
He made a mistake. For all its size, arrogance, and thievery, it was ten hundred times the combatant that he was. With out even vanishing, it grabbed one of his arms, twisting it and breaking his wrist with ease. Powerful talons caught the second hand, slitting into the powerful alloy of the wrist blades a few millimeters. He only had a millisecond to wish he had more limbs to fight with before the tail blasted him bodily into a wall. His eyes went wide in pain and surprise, as but a second later, the tip hit again, puncturing deep into his body. He looked down to see the thick tail end thrust through his abdomen, his green blood just starting to spill over it.