For ages Humans has always created monsters to scare them or to teach valuable lessons….but somehow and some way a creature from human folklore has slithered its way to Predators society. It begins with a warrior who was once a respected “head hunter”, a warrior who kills high valued prey as a form of pest control or battles in war. He was the first on the battlefield on his trusted mount, a horse like creature with 6 legs that resembled thunder with each gallop it took. He wore Golden armor with dark charcoal skin depicting he was from the Elites Clan, though this mighty warrior would fall from grace with him barely able to breath, choking on his blood. A Bad Blood stood over as the gloated at him, saying how a warrior with such skills could be defeated by such a small group of dishonorable mercenaries. With what little air he could muster in his damaged lungs, he spewed a curse, “I……will come back……and kill you all……if it’s the last thing I do”. Those where his last words as the Bad Bloods believed him to be crazy and as a act of ‘mercy’ they chopped of his head with a axe.
This was 2 days ago, from the battle reports from both side of the battlefield they described a survivor……but they labeled the survivor as headless dragging a axe behind them. The messenger was immediately killed from the Bad Bloods side, for it was out of fear and labeled it as lies to try and throw them off their goals of conquering. These rumors would prove to be more and more true with many captains of many outposts would be silenced, it was as if death itself walked through the camps and killed all infront of him. Many of the warriors of the cap where found decapitated along with limbs from limb ripped apart or chopped in half. It was eventually too late for the main captain of the Bad Bloods war efforts for death and vengeance arrived at their doorstep, looking like a Yautja pin pad with arrows, swords, and spears well lodged in the body of the dead warrior.
-1 hour later-
That’s all it took, 1 hour of killing the whole camp single handed all for 1 man. The Bad Blood General ran past the corpses of his army covered in bullet holes, mutilated by a flurry of axe swings and their intestines decorated upon the huts they slept under. A sharp pain was felt from the escaping scared victim as a harpoon like object penetrated his back to his stomach and hooked the general back towards the Headless Hunter. The Hunter pulled the general with his gauntlet harpoon, while he shedded of the weapons he carried including a human Minigun smoking from the barrel with the engraving “ol painless”. When the general made it to the Headless Hunter’s feet, he did everything to escape from kicking, punching, clawing, and even biting to which all where met with the dead Hunter snapping off each limb in order till the general was nothing but a nubbed freak on the floor.
The General layed on the floor begging for his life while the Headless Horsemen dragged the very same axe that decapitated him, up to the general which made the general pale. Without a ounce of hesitation he killed the general by slamming the axes blade into his heart rather then his head, and just waited till the general layed still and died. For the first time the dead Hunter seemed tired and exhausted, looking around aimlessly till he was fixated on a ship just landing with Golden armored warriors with a bag glowing green at the bottom.
Old Golden Angel: “Head Hunter” This is enough, your actions have gotten out of hand. Though we don’t know how or what is happening to you, we can still fix this.
Head Hunter…
Golden City Boy: He’s not responding.
Golden Jungle Hunter: You don’t say, could be that he doesn’t have a head!
Golden Rebel: Hunter, if you come with us quietly, you shall not face the consequences of your actions here today.
The Headless Hunter walked forward steadily almost as if he was willing to follow the demands, but he started to pick up pace and began to fill in sprint with his axe at hand. He was ready to swing his axe but he found himself instead flying controllably towards the group having two arrows logged into his kneecaps, from behind the 4 Golden warriors was 2 hidden Golden Earth warriors being a Samurai and the Valkyrie bows at hand. The Headless Hunter crashed hard in the dirt where he was subdued and placed a cage, with something like this happening was not in the Yautjas book of understanding. It was voted that until they understood more of their comrades condition, they would keep him on Earth to be caged and away from any humans. There he was placed and imprisoned by chains while the head was buried in a hidden location, he was imprisoned for years in the woods known as “The Sleeping Hallows”…….however this wouldn’t be the end for visitors who where no strangers to Earth took a visit. A warrior covered in blood, a huntress with wet scales, a old Ancient with bones as armor, all of them looked at a potential new recruit while holding a bag.
