#original yautja clan

[tallships-and-starlights]

Not me using leftover yarn so that just can better visualize how braiding and weaving tresses would look like. Not me also realizing how inherently difficult it is to do with more than 5 strands at a time.

[thecleanbean]

Say hello to Ghato'ti! His Ref is made by me, every other piece is from amazing artists from ArtFight! ( _MARA_ - KaleSaladStarfish - Starlight-Of-Arraya) Ghato'ti is a calm, collected warrior. He is one of the youngest among his many siblings. He is the son of to the great Nain'hult, who was leader of the Lo-nyth clan.

Even for his royal blue blood, he is not against his older siblings for the throne, but rather respected to honor his old father. He did a lot of badblood spying and assassination's in his younger days, but stopped after a traumatic event, from him falling for a badblood.

Now he is just a scouting warrior, riding on his Ar'jans and training his 3 small scraotchi, meanwhile entertaining his older sister Zaoli and keeping his older brother Zabue at bay to order him around.

I love this boi so much

[sugarand-everythingnice]

I finally colored the guy. My man. Yeyi'Ta'e

It's been a while since I did digital art so like... 😭

Made this while in a lunch break at a school observation

I think imma officially name his story as "To Kill His Trust" or smth like that. Still working on it. If you have suggestions do let a gal know

A bit more information on him, he's originally from the Guan Dto clan (well, before it was wiped out), which translates to "Night Forest". Their hides are normally darker in color after adapting to the scarcity of light given how the clan lived in an area where the twin suns hardly shine on. Their dark hides allow for optimal hunting at night, the clan itself being more nocturnal than anything. Too bad there were very few survivors after the ambush, all scattered across Yautja Prime in search for peace and tranquility

[yaut-jaknowit]

New Feelings

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader(Platonic)

Word Count: 3057

Summary: During this time, We'ar-ow takes a momentary step back from ruling to care for you. Just in the confinements of her private room though. You come to realize how different she acts in front of company.

Author Note: Had a bit of a mix-up on the masterlist but it's resolved now! I've also got the next chapter finished about to finish the one after that so I'm getting back to writing book. Not beta read. If there is something confusing or stupid, let me know and I'll fix it.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

In We’ar-ow’s throne room, many Yautjas have come to report to their leader. It was a short line at first when she had originally dragged you from the safety of her room early this morning. A regular amount of people, you had thought at first. It doesn’t just take one person to lead a clan like this. But more later filled the throne room that it finally hit the door.

It’s not like you paid a great amount of attention to them. Just enough to see each of their faces and file them away for a later date. All for sake of one of them being your stalker. Whoever hunted you through the halls of this very ship could possibly be in this room with you. Would they slay you before the Monarch? And what would their thought process be? Cleaning the ship of scum? Disturbing We’ar-ow?

That had you rolling your eyes, head bowed to hide away your emotions. We’ar-ow did not care that much about you to have your death disturb her. Just a fucking pet. Your senses still completely open for an attack. Anyone of them could slip out of line and slaughter you without remorse. These are hunters. Born, bred, built to maim anything in their way. A shiver ran its course through your body.

The tablet in hand was momentarily discarded mentally. The thoughts of decapitation or dismembering filled your head. None of them would blink an eye about it. Just your blood staining the like-carpet material blanketing the stairs and floor. Or the cushion gifted to you. All would be brushed off. Their day would continue like normal. You sighed heavily through your nose and tilted your head back to stare at the strangely decorated ceiling.

A mural of sorts had been painted over the expanse of the ceiling. Only spots of flush lights broke the illusion of how intricate. You shook your head and focused back on the line.

Someone bypassed the entire line and marched up the stairs that lead to We’ar-ow’s throne. Your back tensed at the sight, on the verge of snapping in half. This Yautja, male by his shorter stature, ignored you and stopped before her seat. A nearly playful look twinkled in his sea green-blue eyes. He gave a polite bow to his leader then begun to discuss with her, short, sweet.

“May I?” he questioned and motioned over to you. Your heart dropped to the floor. Instantly, you rapidly shook your head to deter him or her from getting close to you.

We’ar-ow nodded her massive head and returned her attention back to the figure before her. Your jaw dropped at her abandonment. A week ago you had almost died! Maybe, possibly. You didn’t know if death was going to happen that day but it made it all the scary of not knowing.

The new figure smiled with his alien mandibles and spun on his heel to face your sitting form. Terror ran cold in your blood at his first step. The next had you trembling. He knelt down a step just before yours. He wasn’t a young Yautja anymore. The lines and many scars the decorated his skin were an indication. What caught your eye like shining gold was his right arm. The elbow and below was gone, poof. Just a nub and gnarly scars. A well decorated hunter who’s earned his title by the looks of it.

You swallowed thickly but stayed seat on the cushion. Somehow. The Yautja huffed, the lightest of smirks playing his face. He reached out with his only hand and plucked the tablet from your grasp. “Whatcha got here?” he questioned and began to scroll through the page you were on. An article about Yautja Prime, their home planet.

He snickered and gave a look that ‘really?’. The device was tossed back into your lap but your attention was solely on the potentially dangerous figure before you. But… We’ar-ow seemed at ease around him and allowed him to approach you. Something you hadn’t expected after that night and the following days.

“If ya wanna know about home world, you could get it from the source,” he spoke in a voice that gave you smoker vibes. It almost drowned out the translator tucked underneath your skin, behind your ear. Automatically, you glanced over at We’ar-ow hard at work. A light tap to your knee had you snapping back to him. “Not her, ooman. Me!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Him? You just met him. Not even completely! He hadn’t told you his name. He saw the puzzle look on your features and snorted. “Monarch may say she could care less if I dropped off into the space port but she cares, doesn’t she?” What was his point? His angle? What did he want? And why was he being so friendly to you? Did he get knocked up side the head far too many times?

Plus, why did his last two words sound like there was an underlying tone in his voice. “I don’t, don’t even know your name,” you stuttered and gave him a look as if he was crazed. Curse the stutter!

“Oh, right. Thought she would’ve said a thing or two about me. Hurts the heart a little.” You just kept staring at him, puzzled on this whole attitude. He was completely different from any Yautja you’ve met before. Even if the list is fairly short. They’ve never acted so… carefree. Was this the crazy old man of the ship?

“Call me Xilo, short for Xilomere,” he finally introduced. Still tensed painfully, you stiffy nodded your head and murmur a ‘okay’, hoping it was enough to get him to leave. It wasn’t. “And you’re the Monarch’s pet. An ooman who’s been talk of the town for the last half solar cycle! You don’t realize the uproar you caused when the newly blooded brought you here. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have survived to see the next day.”

He said it so causally. You could’ve died when Dwainet brought you here… death. This was all a horrible mistake with consequences hard to live with.

We’ar-ow stopped them from killing you. She allowed you to stay. Why?! Your eyes drifted back over to the hard-working Yautja ensuring her ship and community don’t collapse on itself. Did… did she want you back then?

A hunter at their core must be patient.

That what it is to be a hunter. What did this all mean?! You gnawed on your bottom lip when the green Yautja before you patted your knee. “She didn’t tell you? Whoops.” Then, he leaned in close to whisper something of importance. “Don’t tell her I told you. Act natural.” All you could do was blink dumbly at him.

‘Act natural’? ‘Act natural’?! He was just as irritating at We’ar-ow with their up front, uncaring, idiotic words! How could you just go one knowing that if it wasn’t for her you would be dead!? Or the fact she might have been wanting you for her own pet this entire time?! Just waiting like the hunter was born to be for the right moment to snatch you up.

All of this was a mistake. You wanted to breakdown all over again. The wounds still fresh enough to ache in your poor heart.

Xilo pulled back with that same cocky smirk. “If you ever need to chat, dear ooman. My contact has been inputted into your toy. Now, I should dip before I spill more than I should about our lovely Monarch.” He pushed back up into a standing position, knees popping with the action. He gave you a two-finger salute, spun on his heel, and left through the way he came.

On his only hand, he was missing his entire pinky and the tip of his ring finger. Something you realized after he already left. You grumbled underneath your breath for a few minutes after the interaction and messed around on your tablet. He didn’t need to announce to the whole throne room what you were doing on the tablet. Yes, you were gathering information about their planet. It’s not like you freely look for ways to escape the mothership right in front of her. You were on the steps, before her throne though to the side. One turn of her head could expose your whole plan.

To be honest, you’ve thought about this. She has to have some knowledge of you wanting to escape. But if she’s not worried… that means she is confidence there isn’t way to escape. But there is. At least to get off of here. Away from being her damn pet.

The like-leather encasing your throat is a feeling you’ve started to grow accustomed to. At nights, We’ar-ow allows you to take it off. Thankfully. But in the morning, it’s back on; with complaints almost every time. It’s a loosing battle at this point. The only way to gain back what you’ve lost is to escape. Away, far from this place.

So, you learned, research what you could about Yautjas. From their planet to the motherships they use to roam the universe to the different subspecies to hunting styles. Everything. To know your enemy is the way to defeat your enemy. To outsmart them, her. It’s the only way to escape.

But is that what you want?

.

Once the day ended, in the middle of the afternoon, the two of you retired back to her quarters. The safety away from prying eyes and possibly danger. Though, to be frank, this was the lions den you not only eat and bathe in, but also sleep and relax in. You ran your fingers through your hair after the door seal shut, leaving you alone with We’ar-ow.

Said salmon pink Yautja strolled across the living room and into her room. Door left open. That struck you. The door always shuts after her. Why leave it open?

Curiosity may have killed the cat… and now you.

You tiptoed across the length of the main room and peered around the entrance of her door. You’ve been in here before. With her permission. She’s never left the door open before though. You didn’t dare take another step into the bedroom.

For a moment, you couldn’t find her until a light flicked on and caught your eye. We’ar-ow’s back was to you as she stood in the doorway of another room to the right wall. The new light shone on what looked to be clothing. She has a walk in closet, what else did you expect from her?

Then, the Yautja began to strip. You felt your eyes bulge out from your head at the sight, but unable to peel your sight away. Its not like you hadn’t seen Dwainet naked before… plenty of times, plenty. He had bulk similar to We’ar-ow but she has honed in to be able to be agile and lethal. Move faster than you could process sometimes.

You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes partially glazed over. Her muscles weren’t well defined as some you’ve seen. That didn’t mean thickly corded muscles didn’t lie underneath her thick, pink skin. No wonder many Yautjas looked at not just respect/fear of her being Monarch but for her beauty as well.

Her thumbs shimmied under her waistband and began to push down. This is where you slam your back against the wall outside of the room and slapped a hand over your mouth.

Boiling heat flushed to your cheeks, eyes clenched shut. Why had you done that?! That… that-

“You are missing the show,” We’ar-ow’s voice funneled out into the main room where you were. Your knees nearly gave out right then. She knew. Oh my god. She fucking knew! “Come on out, pet.” She used a honeyed voice as an attempt to coax you out from hiding. She already knew that you were right there.

With whatever courage you still had after all this time, you stepped back into the doorway with your head bowed. She would have to rip your head off to make you look at her.

Pink feet entered your vision. A knuckle tried to tilt your head up at first before you felt her lean down, mouth close to your ear now. “Did my pet enjoy the show?” she whispered softly into your ear. Your spine locked up, chest heaving with unsteady breaths. “Calm, little one. I asked a question.”

Anger flashed to life in your veins was quickly stomped out from the embarrassment. She wanted you to speak! Why does she keep doing that? You felt on the verge of crying. “S-sorry,” you sputtered then pressed your lips tightly against each other. Her knuckle was still firm against your chin, not relenting. But neither were you.

We’ar-ow softly huffed and corralled you to the nearest wall. Her free hand wrapped around your neck and locked you against said wall. “That is not the answer I was looking for, pet.” You best believe she could hear how wild your heart was pounding in your chest. On the verge of jumping out into her hands.

From past experiences, you knew she wasn’t going to stop until she got your answer. Lying was off the table too. Yautjas have a keen sense of smell. They know. You swallowed the lump down, feeling her hand twitch slightly around your throat. “Yes,” you murmured just above a breath. She was able to tilt your head up and you met her eyes.

Far from anger. We’ar-ow looked down at you with an alien smirk gracing her face. Your heart stuttered, but not from fear. She wasn’t furious, not at all. It’s like… oh my god, she wanted you to look, to watch even. It was all a setup. Your face soured. You had nowhere to go though. We’ar-ow had you trapped to the wall.

“Smart ooman.” She read you like an open book. You scowled at her. “I am glad that enjoyed what I offered. I will know what to do for next time.” Then, her body heat left you as she pulled away. “Go eat. There are some berries in the cooling containment for you.” Sometimes the translator wasn’t the most accurate about words.

Blindly listening to her, you unsteadily stumbled your way into the kitchen-like room. In the refrigerator, you pulled out the bowl and berries then added a couple of fruits to it as well. You were still dazed while sitting down on the one-seater in the living room.

A berry was tossed into your mouth. The taste bursting over your tastebuds. They were delicious, not something you expected from a species that looked like they had a stick always stuck up their ass. You scoffed and curled up more on the couch. Your legs tucked underneath your body with the bowl placed in your lap.

As you sat peacefully on the couch, you couldn’t help but remember what We’ar-ow had said earlier. Something on the lines of knowing what to do for next time. Next time? Why would there be a next time?! She… fuck, you couldn’t deny the fact you were watching her, curious on what lied below her clothing. Though, there wasn’t much fabric she used to cover herself. None of the Yautjas did. Nudity wasn’t frowned upon like it is for your species.

Your brows furrowed the more you thought about it. They way you watched… and she wanted you to. She set you up and you enjoyed it!

All thoughts came to a halt… Enjoyed? Did you enjoy it? You didn’t dare answer that. You frowned and shifted once more to have your legs over the arm rest, back to the other side. Another few berries were tossed into your mouth, mindlessly munching on them.

What is wrong with you? You sighed and curled more in yourself. This was all wrong. After Dwainet, you sworn to never feel a thing for any of these monsters. That’s what they are. Dwainet took you from your home, away from everything you knew and promised you love that he clearly lost for you. Now, look where it got you. In the worst place possible. Escape was hard enough but if she was interested in you… that was a whole either situation you had to worry about. At a later date. Today, you had to survive the stalker.

Warm arms scooped you up from the couch. You yelped and scrambled to right yourself but the limbs tensed and kept you firmly in place. When a familiar pink flashed in your vision you stilled, eyes wide and glancing up at the Yautja holding you. “What are you doing?” you questioned, voice faltering.

We’ar-ow held you close to her, against her bare chest, turned around, then stole your spot. A grumpy look fell over your features as you were ready to flail around to escape. The Yautja chuckled and patted your cheek. “You look cute when you are pouting,” she teased and plucked a piece fruit from your bowl. There was nothing you could do to fight her.

Stiffly, you hesitantly relaxed into her lap once realizing there wasn’t a chance to wiggle free. She let a slackened arm fall over your lap. You tensed but returned to your former position, half-mindlessly munching at the berries she snacked on as well. The Yautja didn’t say anything else and seemed to enjoy your company.

Despite the will to fight her, to fight this; after the last week living in the terror of being hunted down by a Yautja has worn you down. She was there. She willingly protected you. She carried you to her room, set you down in her bed, and locked you in her room. For your protection. She cares. To what extent is a great question you would love to answer.

For the time being, you would enjoy her warm body and food she provided. Though, it came with an unfortunate title: pet. Your lips pressed against each other at the reminder. There was always a trade off and maybe it had to come with that title to live a life worriless.

You’ve yet to come to terms with that though. The pain still far too fresh to think of lying and rolling over for her. Or anyone for that matter.

Special tag: @michellefoster12

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[killershrike]

Ok no but seriously guys let's just.. compare Yautja and Klingons for a moment

First physically:

I think it's pretty easy to spot the immediate physical similarities.

• Non human colored and textured skin- (yes the actors for original Klingons were covered in shoe polish or brown paint because that was the era of the time) if you read Gene Coon's only physically written description of them he says they are "Oriental, hard-faced". The Klingons were heavily based on North Asian people, specifically Mongols. Later, their skin tones are depicted in varying colors, such as jet black and almost purple. (This helps easily identify clans and families.)

• Large foreheads with protrusions, bumps, lumps, etc.

• Even some of the Klingons' hair is very similar to a Yautja's dreads.

• Even their armor has many similarities. Of course, yautja have different armor among them, but from some we've seen in canon:

• Their general physique, being extremely muscular and tall, as well as the females, and the males and females looking very similar in general

And then culture, and honestly, I'll have to cut myself short cause there are so many, but the obvious ones are:

• Both races share an honor code as the keystone to their entire culture and belief system

• Both races are naturally and intrinsically drawn to battle, violence, and aggression

• Both races are extremely prideful people who feel compelled to prove their worth (honor) and view themselves as the apex

• Both races share a distinct tribal culture mixed with modern technology

Like... guys.. am i Crazy?? Were the Yautja at least softly based off Klingons??? It just feels like a LOT of coincidences, you know??

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

Azrael

I've had this bio in my drafts for a long time since September 26th 2024. But I'm posting it in a new post. This character I had developed for a story that hasn't really started (The new version that is I think) or finished yet. He was made for an AVP story where...I'd highly recommend reading his bio, so I don't spoil anything. Because this bio even includes a timeline and other things.

With the teaser of Predator Badlands being released today. And it strongly or well, confirming it takes place in the Alien universe as well and planting the seeds for a potential AVP. Or well, it seems like the perfect time to share Azrael to the Predator/Yautja fandom. If someone is bothered about this, please let me know. And I will gladly (And want to talk about some more stuff) reveal more information concerning that AVP story if anyone's interested after they read the bio.

For thousands of years, Kaail more commonly known as "The First Hunter" or, "The Alpha Predator" had left a mark in his species' history. He left an example of what his species could become. Even though after his brutal yet heroic rebellion against his people's slavers. Even though he was the one who wrote down the "Honor code". But as the years have gone by. That code seemed meaningless.

For a race of hunters that hunted other species for sport and supposedly "Honor". Most of the species became akin to the likes of General Zaroff from "The Most Dangerous Game". The honor code to the species was more so something to keep them in check. More so because break one of these rules, they would be killed. Yet the hunters would usually find a loophole for their amusement. Despite their origin, the Yautja would develop xenophobia against many other species. Looking down upon them as nothing more than game.

Particularly the human race. A species that the Yautja seem to respect. More so, seeing them as "Big Game" due to their unpredictable nature and violent history. And sadly, most of the species is like this. But even then, there are only a few who seem to look at everything...differently. While still having to obey the law of the hunt or prove they are worthy.

One of those was a young hunter who named himself Azrael. A Yautja seemingly taken in by the "Lost Tribe" led by Greyback at a young age. The name was given to him by his birth mother as he claims.

Azrael. The canonical name of Death of Islam. The only brave angel brave enough to go to Earth to face the hordes. The angel of death. Some of his brothers in the Lost Tribe simply laughed at his choosing of the name. It almost sounded like the young hunter wanted to sound serious. But what was interesting about him wasn't just his name...it was his bloodline. Something Greyback had kept hidden from others.

And when Greyback found Azrael. The young Yautja had a bio mask with him that had this mark on it. The warpaint symbolizing a skull. It had been Azreal's ever since.

Kaail had very few Descendents left. And they mostly kept to themselves. Not wanting to interact with their nomadic race, seeing how their species become quite different and selfish. Even with their species idolizing their long dead alpha. More so Kaail's violence and his actions. But Azrael was considered the youngest of the bloodline, the recent. Essentially making him a "Prince".

Wanting to prove himself to the most well-known of clans among his people. And having been taught by Greyback for the past few years. He was put in a rite of passage where if he were to survive, he would become Blooded. The Unblooded Youngblood was put into an arena with a beast unlike anything he's faced. All while Elders of the many clans watched him in safety.

*The best way to describe this is imagine the fight between Tarzan and Sabor. But replace Tarzan with the Predator and Sabor with a Thanator like creature from Avatar*

Armed with only wrist blades and a Combistick. Despite the creature almost taking his life. Azreal proved victorious by killing the creature and taking it as his first trophy. He had officially become blooded and considered a warrior among his people despite their doubts. The "Prince" wasn't a pushover.

Now taken seriously by the clans and viewed as an equal to them all. Azrael became more than what people expected him of be. A hunter and warrior unlike any other. Even for his young age. Considering he is 25 during his time of the incidents concerning Nirvana. He was 18 during the time of his first trophy. And under Greyback's watchful eye, he was given the title of "Elite".

But after all that. What was interesting about Azrael and his...hunting tours. Considering his status and being an Elite. He can go on hunts his own until Greyback demanded otherwise.

During all of his hunts and all of his prey. There was a pattern or...something the Elder had noticed. While some hunters would go for any conflict in the hottest seasons. Some love going to an even more intense conflict for more challenge and trophies. But Azrael's hunting tours seemed a little different. On Earth, he mostly went into areas where they were swarmed with what seemed to be death squads, the IDF, or even mafia's, particularly leaders. While most hunters would go for anyone that was considered fair game. It seemed like Azrael seemed to choose the "Worst" in humanity. And even not targeting armed prey who weren't hurting the innocent.

Greyback secretly watched his student as made trophies of men and women that he thought deserved it. And often times some of the kills didn't seem fair or Azrael would go in headfirst to reveal himself. Likely to terrify his enemies before killing them in a ruthless manner that seemed uncalled for. Such as one incident where Azrael was met face to face with a child predator and beating them to death with his own hands. Leaving only behind a destroyed head, and Azrael with the monster's blood on him. As if the monster wasn't deemed worthy to be a trophy. Not even the spine.

Greyback never questioned Azrael's reasoning or his trophies. In a way, he never broke any of the "Rules" per say. But Greyback saw something, and he didn't need an answer. Considering the Yautja's lack for care for human beings. They were game, there was no need to care about their feelings. These days, the Yautja was essentially greedy and arrogant, but not stupid. While some were considered equal to humanity, but that was rare. Such as Naru, Alan "Dutch" Schafer, Mike Harrigan and whoever else. All names within the list of worthy prey that gained the respect of the species. But alias, humanity means nothing to them.

There were also moments Greyback had seen his student look at what was the skull of a slain "StarBeast" a variant of the creature for many minutes. Azrael would simply stare at it for a long time. There is one piece of information that many seem to forget or are aware of. Even though it should be universal. But because of what happened during the final hours of Hadley's Hope.

On the moon of LV-426, rumors spread that the StarBeast returned. A hunting party led by a female clan member and her eldest daughter were in charge of the hunt. To prepare to hunt and kill all of the StarBeast there. They had read the stories of this creature, this...parasite and why they must be destroyed. Despite their efforts, they were shocked of how intelligent and strong the StarBeast was. There was so many of them. One by one, the clan was killed with the clan leader being killed trying to protect her eldest daughter.

But there was one more member in the clan. A young male who wasn't even trained yet and only ten years old. Making him born in 2169. But he knew how to operate some technology. He mostly lived on their ship. That ship was essentially his home for most of his life. That ship was overrun by the StarBeast.

The eldest sister of the family, known as Kaya, was the last survivor of her clan and protecting her youngest brother. To ensure her brother's safety and that their bloodline. Kaya gave her bio mask to him and had him run away as she was swarmed by the StarBeast. Only to be critically injured and brutally killed by one, with the young brother seeing the murder of his sister.

All of this at the time Ripley and the Marines were getting swarmed. The time Ripley was rescuing Newt from the hive, killing the StarBeast, angering what might've been the first queen of the species. The young Yautja had made it onto the dropship quickly after Ripley had left. That same one would witness Ripley take on the queen and win. And after the humans had gone into cyrosleep, the young creature had sent out a distress signal to any nearby ship of his species. But he had time to look at the human woman that defeated the queen.

That young Yautja was Azrael. The one who was found by the Lost Tribe and secretly took him away from the Sulaco while they didn't know. Who had lost everything that day and witnessed Ripley's actions. The story of Kaail wasn't the only thing that inspired Azrael. But it was also Ripley.

Azrael's tribe, the descendants of Kaail who are hunters. But not like the usual ones. Taking the tale of Kaail seriously to its core. While most of their species would hunt others in the name of sport or glory, being game game hunters. Their hunting tours would mostly revolve around hunting the ones they considered "Unworthy". Prey to them that deserved to be killed. Such as murderers, rapists, oppressors, and others like them. The ones that were deemed monsters as they studied humans carefully. The clan's symbol was recognized by what was a skull. In a way, they were essentially "Grim Reapers" or likely "Angels of death". And Azrael was the recent member of the clan. But their history, and nearly all of them were gone when the explosion on LV-426 happened. All that remained was Azrael and Kaya's bio mask.

Keeping his all-female family's early empathetic teachings with him and learning the harsher ways of hunting by an all-male pack of hunters with Greyback. Azreal had become a combination of ruthlessness Greyback had not seen with any of the hunters he had taught over the years. But something was inside that young prince that essentially said "Fuck you" to the cold and unflinchingly harshness of the cosmos. A spirit that seemed to rival the likes of Kaail during his legacy.

Compared to the likes of "Feral" in 1719, "El Diablo" in 1987, or "Ghost" in 1997. Who were considered game hunters who didn't care for humanity. Azrael is essentially an angel of death in a selfish society that doesn't seem to care about the lives of other creatures. Where idolization of violence is an answer even where females are considered equals. Azrael is among the few that tries to tie his ancestor's legacy and morals into the hunt. And being motivated by the thing that made him truly understand it even more. The loss of what was considered most important to him. To become a true hunter.

In a way, Azreal is essentially if Newt somehow escaped and maybe didn't meet Ripley or if she somehow lost her along the way. And Newt would grow up angry, using that anger to kill the ones she deemed "Unworthy". Or if you wanna make it more fucked up, if Hazel and Hilda survived but their parents and guardians didn't. But the Newt comparison is better. Or maybe if Ripley didn't have someone to help her through her trauma. And all Azrael had anger to help him along the way. Because he was raised by men who likely didn't consider the emotions of a traumatized child.

Because the day Ripley gained a new family. On that same day, Azreal lost everything.

So, when the time came when Nirvana had reports of the StarBeast returning. And that the "StarBeast Killer" Ellen Ripley was there. Azrael and another Elite, a heavyweight known as Abbam. A warrior who highly respected Azrael's skills but was the opposite of him, morally wise. They were put in charge of a pack of young males who were eager to makes trophies of the creature. But to Azrael, this wasn't just a hunt for ultimate game...but to him, revenge.

This StarBeast wasn't a stupid term that some humans would consider a "Bug" an "Ant". Or the scientific term they call "Xenomorph XX121". To him this, "Ultimate Prey" this creature that his species and the vast universe dubbed "The StarBeast" was a cancer that should be killed. Not to be idolized, not to be controlled, but to be fully exterminated.

But also, he would want to meet that human woman. The stories of her that were shared on Earth, her history and the recorded battle from his bio mask those 15 years ago on the Sulaco. His species dubbed her "The StarBeast Killer".

Yet to Azrael, he saw someone that reminded him of his eldest sister Kaya.

[my-world-my-stories]

Random Yautja: You're a loose canon!!!

Sam'Wa: Damn straight!

Random Yautja: You should be kicked out of the clans!!

Sam'Wa: Heard that before. Can you try to be more original?

Random Yautja: You have no honour!!

Sam'Wa: *Yawn* Can we wrap this up? I actually got more important shit to do right now.

Random Yautja: And that filthy Ooman you call a friend it's nothing more than prey!

Sam'Wa: Say hi to Cetanu for me.

Random Yautja: W-

Sam'Wa: *Swings her mace and sends him into the stratosphere*

[isei-bleeds]

More of the old big gal herself, Leader of the Koroth'Ul, Mother of Many: Kindut'ru Kindut'ru is not her birth name, but it is one given herself after being one of the few survivors of the the Temple Massacre, long ago. It's spoken in the clan's original tongue, Old Korith, and means 'Once Dead'.

All Koroth'Ul leaders are given the honorific of Mother/Father of Many, as all of the clan are under their patronage. Remember that the Koroth'Ul do not adhere to number of children as part of their grandiosity. One's glory is their own. A yautja only needs to have one Koroth'Ul parent to be considered Koroth'Ul themselves. Kindut'ru has birthed and raised many children herself, and her mammary glands are stretched and loose over her pectorals.

Only the Leaders wear the 'crown', as Koroth'Ul like to bring attention to themselves, unlike many other yautja. The rest of the Koroth'Ul will wear their traditional, hallmark crest. In combat, they will viciously shake their heads so that the metallic clasps of their tresses strike against the bones to create a thunderous, terrible rattling sound.

Kindut'ru may be getting up there in age, but she is still Leader for a reason and has held her crown for a generation longer than most.

[skeyfruit]

canons of my world in the partnership of predators, their differences, and rights

1) All young hunters females/males must pass the initiation ceremony.

2) In the clan, there can be 1 patriarch and matriarch in limits, but also the head of the clan can only be one elder matriarch/patriarch under any circumstances.

3) Yautja are monogamous, but this does not take the fact that the best hunters can fertilize several females, provided that they are only interested in motherhood, and not partnership, in which case the biological "father" of the children has no rights to the cub, unless his mother dies.

4) Sexual dimorphism is manifested in the fact that females are larger, their height can range from 240 cm to 3m while the height of males is 210 cm to 250.

5) no breasts, their physiques are almost indistinguishable, the only thing in my world after that, as soon as the female gives birth, she gets breasts and milk (although from a biological point of view, it is more logical that they are not mammals at all)

6) In the case of a partnership, both parents take care of and teach the children, they can replace each other if they are tired, and if the mother is without a partner or a male, then it is a little tougher for the males. Females often help each other with the cubs, and males without a matriarch or partner cannot hope for anyone's help.

7) Matriarchs and patriarchs do not mate with other clan members except each other, but they do not necessarily have to be in a pair and have cubs at all, everything is individual.

8) Females don’t have estrus (because they’re not animals, they have no instincts) females, like humans, most likely have periods, but I’m not sure from a biological point of view how right I am.

9) Yautja society is not divided, females and males regularly intersect, but there are separate spaces where the opposite sex is usually not welcome.

10) Trophies and experience of the female also affect her status during the rut.

11) Each hunter's physique can be different, some are muscular, some are slimmer, some are more flexible, etc.

12) If a couple has more than two cubs, they exchange them during training.

13) Partners can also dance for each other, putting on a lot of jewelry on their bodies, sometimes it acts as an invitation, less influential than impressing with a trophy, but adds more benefits.

art with fan Matriarch and original patriarch from avp 2004

[demonic-lair]

A little thought of mine is: a yautja that hunts less than others or doesn't hunt at all, they can afford to decorate more their masks, this applies to elders as well.

- Hu'nri'a hunts only if the crew need more food or help or for self defence, otherwise she stays in her lab, so her mask is more detailed.

- To Rak'ne suggestions, after their relationship grew stronger, Valka and her have a matching piece, Valka tried also to mimick some of the patterns of the leader's mask on hers.

- The Naghe-tih clan, for their masks, follows mainly patterns and shape of reptilian creatures of all kind and planets.

Rak'ne is mainly inspired by crocodiles, Lancia by geckos, Kajiy by snakes.

Since Valka comes from Earth and Hu'nri'a was taken in from another clan, they have different patterns compared to those three.

- Valka personalized it in shape of an earth animal, a big feline.

- Hu'nri'a still has some memories regarding her original clan and wanted to have something that reminded her of the sea.

- Ha'rcar is a full time hunter, he made sure to use a pattern that could camouflage into deep waters, heavily inspired by orcas.

[tallships-and-starlights]

Basics from the clan that most of my OC's hail from that most of you know nothing about

The Ju'dha-Vak'ra, or Vak'ra for short, are a unique Yautja clan deeply connected to the sea, embodying the spirit of Earth Mediterranean cultures in their family and community structures. Despite their fearsome reputation as hunters, the Vak'ra are known for their jovial and friendly demeanor, fostering strong bonds within their clan and with neighboring communities.

Clan Name and Meaning: Ju'dha-Vak'ra, meaning "water weavers," signifies their mastery of the sea and the intricate weaving of their lives with its rhythms.

Settlement Design:

The Vak'ra settlement is carved into a sheer cliffside overlooking the sea. Homes are constructed halfway between the sea level and the cliff's top, ensuring safety even during storms.

Interconnected by bridges and ladders, the homes form a tight-knit community where families thrive.

Below the cliff, a sandy beach provides a natural harbor for the clan's boats. Docks line the shore, bustling with activity as fishermen prepare for their journeys.

At the summit of the cliff, guild artisan buildings stand proudly, each dedicated to a specific craft such as boat building, weaving, and other traditional arts.

Beyond the settlement, farmer's fields sprawl out, where livestock graze and crops are cultivated. This sustains the clan's agricultural needs and reinforces their self-sufficiency.

The surrounding forests act as a protective barrier, shielding the clan from outside threats and providing a hunting ground for game.

Family and Community Structure:

The Vak'ra emphasize strong family ties and communal bonds. Extended families often reside together in the same home, fostering a sense of unity and support.

Clan gatherings and celebrations are frequent, with feasts and festivals celebrating the sea's bounty and the clan's achievements.

Elders hold revered positions within the clan, serving as guides and advisors, passing down traditions and wisdom to younger generations.

Each member of the clan contributes to its prosperity, whether through fishing, boat building, weaving, or other crafts. Cooperation and collaboration are fundamental values.

Cultural Practices:

Rituals honoring the sea and its creatures are central to Vak'ra culture. Offerings are made to appease sea spirits and ensure bountiful catches.

Traditional dances and music are passed down through generations, reflecting the rhythm of the waves and the spirit of the sea.

The Vak'ra hold a deep respect for nature, viewing themselves as stewards of the land and sea. Sustainable practices are employed in fishing, farming, and resource management.

Hospitality is a cornerstone of Vak'ra culture, with travelers welcomed warmly into their homes and feasted upon with generosity.

Relations with Other Clans:

Despite their amiable nature, the Vak'ra are fiercely protective of their territory and resources. They maintain diplomatic relations with neighboring clans but are prepared to defend their homeland if necessary.

Trade and alliances are forged with coastal and maritime clans, exchanging goods and knowledge to mutual benefit.

The Vak'ra's reputation as skilled fishermen and artisans earns them respect among other Yautja clans, enhancing their standing within the broader community.

Education and Training:

Young Vak'ra children begin their schooling at a young age, where they are taught the history of the clan, including its traditions, legends, and the pantheon of gods and deities they worship.

As they progress through their education, they are trained in essential skills such as combat, hunting (both on land and at sea), and weaving. These skills are crucial for survival and play integral roles in Vak'ra society.

Graduation from schooling requires mastery of these skills. Students must demonstrate proficiency in combat techniques, hunting strategies, and weaving techniques before they can proceed to the next stage of their lives.

Chiva - Rite of Passage:

Upon graduation, students are formed into groups of three, each member possessing a different set of skills learned during their schooling.

These groups are tasked with a significant challenge: to build a boat, weave a sail, and craft necessary weapons for their Chiva, or rite of passage.

The group isolates themselves on the beach, living in their own homes for a period of six to seven moon cycles (roughly six to seven months). During this time, they dedicate themselves entirely to their work, honing their skills and preparing for the ultimate test.

Once the boat is completed and the necessary equipment is crafted, the group sets sail to hunt a large sea serpent, believed to be the progeny of the sea god's mount.

Successfully defeating the sea serpent is a symbol of maturity and prowess. The entire serpent's body is brought back to the clan, where it is utilized in various ways, including consumption of its flesh and crafting of clothing, weapons, and trophies.

The group that felled the beast is now considered adults within the clan, earning them the right to participate in mating season and to build their own homes within the cliffside settlement.

Career Paths:

As adults, Vak'ra clan members have the freedom to choose their career paths, based on their skills, interests, and the needs of the clan.

Career options include weaving, boat building, smithing, farming, soldiering, fishing, or dedicating oneself to the role of healer, which involves serving in the clan's temple and providing spiritual and physical aid to fellow clan members.

God of the Sea:

The god of the sea is depicted as a powerful figure, with large tusked lower mandibles and a scaled cape, wielding a massive bone spear.

He rides atop a massive serpent, using it to traverse the depths of the sea and reach the horizon to meet his lover, the goddess of the moon.

The tale of the sea god's love for the moon goddess begins with his declaration of love. Despite his swimming prowess, he cannot reach the horizon to meet her.

The moon goddess sends down a serpent from the heavens, tasking the sea god with taming it to ride to the horizon. After days of relentless effort, he successfully tames the beast using a net woven from ocean plants.

Riding the serpent, the sea god reaches the horizon and weds the moon goddess, uniting the realms of sea and sky.

Goddess of the Moon:

The goddess of the moon is portrayed as ethereal, with a large crest adorned with a white mark symbolizing the cradle of the moon.

She calls to the sea god, inviting him to meet her on the horizon for their wedding. When he struggles to reach her, she sends him the serpent as a means of transportation.

The moon goddess's union with the sea god results in the birth of twin boys, who became the twin suns that illuminate the earth.

However, the playful nature of the sun's leads to them scalding the sea, revealing the land beneath. To console her husband, the moon goddess molds clouds into various animals, which she casts into the sea to amuse him.

Despite her efforts, the sea god grows lonely over time. In his loneliness, he swims to the edge of the sea and creates a daughter from the clay formed by the waves battering the rocky coast.

The daughter of the land becomes the steward of the earth, shaping its landscapes and populating it with flora and fauna. Her creation of life brings balance to the world and sustains both sea and land.

These myths, passed down through generations, serve to explain the origins of the natural world and reinforce the interconnectedness of the sea, the land, and the celestial realms in the eyes of the Vak'ra people.

God of the Sea: [God of the hunt and weaving]

Name: Thal'rok, meaning "Master of the Depths"

Goddess of the Moon: [Goddess of light, creation, fertility]

Sel'thara - Combining "Sel," referencing the moon, with "Thara," representing divinity

Twin Suns: [Gods of light, fire and mischief]

Names: Ra'kar and Ra'thar, signifying "Sunrise" and "Sunset" respectively

Daughter of the Land: [Goddess of art, fertility, earth and the hunt]

Drakara - Combining "Draka," meaning earth, with a suffix denoting femininity

If you actually read this whole thing than you are the coolest person ever thank you so much. Please feel free to ask me questions. I will be posting more art about this soon. Been drawing everything traditionally so...

[thecleanbean]

-Huntress from the Empire-

Sorry I haven't posted for so long, I had some trouble IRL and forgot to be active- BUT now I'm back! SO! Here are some mighty fine huntress, warriors from the Empire clan! They are from that same clan, yet they are all three so different! And I had a blast making them! (I really wanted to set a foot into my brain and give my gurls some more love, and provide them with art-)

-Meet Shi'kan!-

A young blooded hunter, born from a powerful bloodline from the Enforcer Squad, her father being the Captain is born to be something great! Her goal to become an enforcer herself, gets closer within each day, as she improves her skills, she grows to be a very efficient role to become a lead huntress. But don't take her very flamboyant and feisty demeanor at first sight, she can truly become dangerous in the jungles! With her passion outside of hunting, she loves to put up a show, dancing a dangerous performance with her scythes and her flowy accessories.

-Meet Matra'ya!-

Matra'ya. The matriarch. Leader of the Empire. She hasn't lost her elegance nor her burning soul of what it means to be a leader. She does everything in her might for what's best for the Empire and will fight teeth and tusk for it. She is calm and collected, taking part in what she finds most important, wanting only victory and safety among her people. She is strong, quick, and even young in spirit! With her hundreds of years of experience, she will always lay a great aura among her folk, even if sometimes she can be strict or even too cold, she only does what's best and takes consideration before acting.

-Meet Myr'vah!-

With her top archery skills in her veins, Myr'vah became a mentor/teacher in her early years as a warrior. She teaches blooded who successfully passed their chivas. Those who have a passion for long-range shooting that isn't plasma caster, she has a good eye for, she usually expresses it with her very old funny accent of what is old spoken yautja language. Given her at first glance, she looks rather tough and cold, but giving her time to warm up her personality she would be one of the best teachers out there.

That is it, for now, hope ya enjoy it! :]

[the-starry-seas]

So I guess it's as good a time as any to have a pinned post?

Hi, I'm Sticks! I use vae/vaer/vaers/vaerself and it/its pronouns. This is a multifandom blog with a dash of many other random things. I'm a proshipper, cloneshipper, multishipper, and polyshipper.

I'll tag things to the best of my ability if you ask. Sometimes I'll forget. I love being tagged in ask games, WIP games, last line challenges, literally whatever. Mutuals can DM for my discord.

You can check out my fics on AO3 at lizardwrites (Star Wars) or purpleturtle9000 (Rise/Bayverse TMNT). Or check the tag for sticks' fics to see drabbles and previews. My askbox is open for requests for more drabbles, headcanons, and general rambling.

Consider this a blanket permission for any and all transformative works of my writing, provided you do not use AI. You may post translated versions of my fics on other sites but you may not repost the original work. And please show me what you've made!

I have a lot of OCs and I love talking about them. I also want to hear all about yours! In the meantime, there's a list of mine below the cut. tumblr wouldn't let me link all of them.

Murderbot:

Jude (she/they rogue SecUnit)

ROTTMNT:

Kestrel

Star Wars:

212th Squad (Boot, Mik, Squeaker, Moxie, Onion, Crumpet)

Aces Squad (CT Racer, CT Fury, CS Blue, CT Whisper, CT Ember)

B Roll, all-girls clone squad formed of Bark, Bite, Bumble, and Bee

Clone Force M (CT Winter, CT Bee, CT Indigo, CT Jewel, CC Nebula, CT Zenith, CT Sunny, CT Star, CT Sky, CT Silver)

Mar'eyce, modern AU Clone Force M, featuring the Smokejumpers

Ghost Squad (CL Harlow, CS Karla, CT Shay, CT Cavalry, CT Boom, CT Ray, CT Nox, CT Tally) and their associated Mandalorians

Green Squad (formerly) now civilians Aralyn, Berry, and Prey Drive

Royal Squad, five tubies adopted by the royal family in a nobody-dies Bail/Breha/Fox AU (Bug, Jaonyc, Yancy, Helio, Vidal)

Shili Squad (Chen Nihaan, Alyx, Bella, Corvin, Watcher, Atlas, Ginger, Circuit, and Synch)

Shiny Squad: Kit's batchmates CT Lucky, CT Shrike, and CT Carno

Grafitti & Rence of the Corrie Guard

Kit also of the Corrie Guard and Fox's shiny/adopted son

Legacy and Legend, a pair of Force-sensitive batchmates who are smuggled to a Jedi temple

Prim Fett (clone, Mandalorian, and adopted daughter of Boba)

Riye Verda (Kamino-cloned, Mandalorian-raised)

Switch (clone, reconditioned, cyborg, mercenary)

Kryndi (florist and Kit's girlfriend in the royal OT3 AU)

Cathedi (Jedi)

Xerin (Jedi)

Clan Merit, composed of Quin, Aya, and Amery (Mandalorians)

Mirshko (Mandalorian)

Torrak Varkus and Torrak Vermil (Mandalorian)

Vinir (Mandalorian)

Senaar, Rish'ak, Marev, and Maiangi from the Suum Ca'nara AU

Soruli and Seryla (Nautolan Jedi and Force-sensitive smuggler)

A'Hidayat (Tusken)

U'Rajya (Tusken)

Tusken OC umbrella tag

Ripper (Yautja in Star Wars)

Valkyries (all-women pirate crew-slash-polycule)

CC Kamor, Eixes Judarri, and Padawan Rivi from the Better or Worse AU, where a clone captain finds and adopts his general's padawan, with the help of the Zabrak smuggler who becomes his queerplatonic partner

Chen Xunielah, a Togruta ambassador and duchess, and her clone husband Chen Nihaan, who form the Chen family with their kids

Scrapper Crew, a collection of troublemaking ladies

Come Home AU, about Mando spouses separated by the Empire and later reunited

Mordex, a Force-sensitive kid enslaved by a Sith who later becomes a bounty hunter during the Clone Wars

And various SWTOR OCs, also an umbrella tag

Transformers:

Button

Chromeblaze

Demoiselle

Goldshot

Neutrobolt & Nitroblitz

Nightflash

Stormbrake

Voltcast

Various:

Rowan

[jacklings]

finally getting around to designing other characters from my main oc story. khos is around 900 years old and is kai’lo’s biological peepaw, as well as the clan leader of clan yhar’kah, one of the two main clans :)

Not much is known about Khos’ life before Clan Yhar’kah other than that he was exiled from his birth clan and planet not long after his blooding ritual, though the reason as to why remains unknown. His cold palette suggests that he may have originated from the dubbed Bhu’ja Kv’var-de, an ancient clan of Yautja that had moved and adapted to the cold, harsh winter climates of a distant planet eons ago — but he has never confirmed nor denied anything. Perhaps the mystery is amusing to him, or perhaps it is something he wishes not to think about.

[thelatexshapeshifter]

As its pride month thought i should go over which of my OC's are LGBTQIA+..... ALL OF THEM ive never made a straight oc in my life but legitimately Sabrina is bi and gender fluid (she was originally trans fem but Vlad and Wilhelmina made her a new body from scratch with vicissitude in their image, this is how she is Dracula's daughter genetically now ) Blair is trans fem and bi (Sabrina modified her body to her liking ) Skaldi is pan and intersex Nossie is ace he doesn't have a name yet but sabrina has a trans masc werewolf friend back home (shadow lord clan) crow a (children of gaia clan) werewolf is gay (no art yet) every other npc i make should just be coincided bi or pan (becoming a vampire makes you bi, i don't make the rules)

(also my yautja is trans fem and her partner in pan)

[biancatronic]

I haven't named them yet but they are my original OCs and are part of the Predator universe and they are both magical girls chosen by Grifford to retrieve a crystal, I was inspired by Madoka Magic and the dynamics of W.I.C.T.H The protagonist is my first Yautja that I do here in this fandom, her mother was a magical warrior before her, she is the main protagonist and she tries to fit into the clan but when a young chosen human goes to Yautja Prime to give her mother's magic necklace she left for her, the two create a bond together with the rest of the group and some things will happen to these two 🤭

The first image is their first transformations and the second image is their evolution of their powers.