I do not own Predator vs. Alien

I do own the species of the little hunter, and her herself.

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Chapter 8

Interesting Face

The little hunter supposed that, to a human, this creature's face would be quite ugly. His eyelids were not smooth, but lined, and his eyes so sunken back in dark colored sockets that they looked like the eyes of a dead thing. He had no nose, just two slitted nostrils that flared slightly as it breathed. His mandibles were tipped with grayish yellow tusks. In his mouth were the same colored, jagged, uneven teeth. The soft red tissue normally found on the inside of the mouth was exposed and easily visible, as if it were bared to the muscle.

His cheeks were not connected to his jaws, flaring out instead if the mandibles were spread. His domed forehead was remotely pretty, as it was amphibious or reptilian in design, yellow and greenish with speckles of darker colors around edges. Also, it did not help his appearance that his body glistened like he was an amphibian, and thus it was possibly slimy. The occasional tiny, tentacle-like hair sprouted over the crown of his head.

To the little hunger, however, it was extremely interesting. As the Yautja slipped into slumber, she felt tenderly over his face. Unendingly curious its fingers skimmed over his mandibles and eyes, tracing his face gently. It was, in a strange way, beautiful. A marvel of evolution. The little hunter patted the Yautja gently on, at the same time, the dreadlocks and side of the head. Then it ran off to hunt.

The little hunter had decided that the Predator was right. It had been unfair, taking his food. This had probably been thievery in his eyes, for Humans and Yautja had different ideals then the hunter's people, and the little creature should have taken that into account. Therefore, it had left all the Yautja's food for the Yautja, and went out to find food for itself.

And the Yautja carcasses left in the forest made a fine meal.

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Interesting Meal

The Predator woke to the sweet smell of cooking meat. It roused him more than raw, as we have said, for he always preferred it heated. He turned his head to see the fire roaring and warm, two individual spits being slowly turned, suspended above the flames, by the little thief-creature.

Both masses of meat were of awesome quantity, rich with flavor and juice, a sizzling testimony to the little creatures ability to take down near anything. One of the creatures he recognized as a massive deadly herbivore. The other.... was the one thing that kept his stomach from driving him over to the fire.

For one of the sets of meat was not brown and red. It was dark and light green. He turned his head, looking at the white creature, to discover a set of armor and mask (as well as a collection of bones) behind it. The symbol was not the same as those he'd killed earlier. The thief-creature had hunted a full flooded warrior, and was currently roasting him over a fire. For the first time, a Yautja was subjected to what humans felt like upon seeing skinned bodies hung from trees.

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Interesting Honor

He shrank back a bit, starting. Yautja never hunted Yautja. That was dishonorable. Ture, he FOUGHT Yautja, but that was for a different reason (Even if he was still probably viewed as a BadBlood by his people). But if prey could beat a Yautja, they were generally allowed to live, to further the line of good prey. But this was not prey. This was a hunter. A hunter far above 'equal' with him or his people. Such a being had never been encountered before, and he did not know how to deal with it.

And then he wondered why it had spared HIM...

He remembered a young male Pyode Amedha, an Ooman, he had encountered on a hunt. The Human had been brave, honorable, and –something unusual among Yautja- merciful. The Predator had thought first to hunt this human, as he was an expert fighter... but the man's honor had surprised the Predator. Coupled with the fact that they had been forced together in a fight against Xenomorphs, the Predator had decided to let the Human follow him, so that they could guard one another. He had treated the male almost as an equal, and had felt him forbidden pray, too Yautja and honorable to be hunted

Perhaps he, himself, displayed qualities that the little hunter creature liked, measured up well to its standards, and that was why it was staying near him... and why it had not killed him. The thief-creature had proven itself to be intelligent. Perhaps it had a code of warped honor that Yautja did not always meet...

He wondered at that. For on all accounts, he was rather sure he was not quite sane.