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A Hunter who lives for the intoxicating adrenaline high, a warrior who thrives upon the sound of war drums, a teacher of peak experience. This is the story of a inexperienced Hunter becoming the deadliest Predator Canada & South America have got to know. From a unblooded rank, the Hunter was no stranger to pain even when it came to training it felt almost pleasurable. This sensation was further true when he rather be up and close to his prey, using the most suicidal weapon in the Yautja’s Arsenal being the War Club.
It was a weapon that leaders strive to obtain not as a weapon but as a token of their leadership and rank, but not to this Hunter…he saw it as the most honorable weapon a Hunter could use. With each hunt he was assigned he would return victorious, but his trophy’s would be little to nothing since his weapon of choice practically broke bones and skulls. So ge collected hands of his prey, later adding the bones of the fingers to his satchel as a reminder of how far he has come. Funny story with this Hunter first time hunting down a human prey, it was on a weed and cocain plantation of a cartel.
The Hunter used scare tactics with one by one the cartel members disappeared, but when it came down to the ring leader he was caught in a bear trap of the hunters design. Screaming in agonizing pain as he begged his guards to help him, but he only grew quite when the Hunter appeared holding a bloody war club with bits of brain dripping off the foldable blade. The Hunter raised his club and started dropping heavy bomb swings, the human did his best to block but it only broke his defenses and arms leaving the head exposed. With a wing to the heavens the humans head flew off his shoulders towards the last guard of the camp, pissing his pants with a blont he rolled up dropping from his mouth, running in fear not sure if he was hallucinating or if it was real.
The Hunter made sure to leave no witnesses with each hunt, so with a simple shot of his shoulder plasma canon the human burster into flames from the inside as he included the whole weed farm with flames. It was a sea of inferno, when he was about to collect a skull that was still intact though the chemicals of the burning weed went through his breathing filters and accidentally became high. For the first time in a long time the Hunter felt calm, and when the effects wore off he decided to keep the human crafted drugs by the bricks.
Many years later the Hunter became a Elder, though slower he delivered each hit h lands with devastating force. His club had been upgraded through his years into a plasma canon of a flail but he always had a sweet spot for its base form, he’s also been one to use the drugs he obtained from the drug farm into a weapon giving his prey hallucinations or slow down their reaction time. For fun he’s even use the drug on himself to give his prey a better chance (in turn didn’t help at all) but now he awaits the warrior who will finally put him in the ground in or not in a high pain filled pleasure state with a kill count of exactly 626.
