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* what in god’s name ARE YOU.
@killerofkillers.bsky.social
Your city is its 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆. Your team, countdowns. It’s
already in your 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓. To it, the kill is
sacred. The skull … the skull is pure.

You won’t see its face.
But it will 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.
It should’ve felt like the bottom of his face detached, fortunately the blow was adjusted enough for his vision to flash white.

A manifestation of the hunt incarnate was before him, as the distance between them dwindled with agonizing surety.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪.
July 3, 2025 at 4:56 PM
The perimeter had reduced in. Something else was inside the radius with a tightening compression. All the body could interpret trauma as is vertigo inducing blur. The Predator’s millennia honed fluidity split space horizontally tied to misdirection and blindside repositioning — a clawed uppercut
July 3, 2025 at 4:56 PM
a dance choreographed by the Predator’s hand. Thermal vision flickered to life, their lens that stripped the forest to its elemental truth under an unyielding spotlight. The muted greens and browns bled away, replaced by a searing tableau of heat, stripping away all illusion of concealment.
June 29, 2025 at 6:52 AM
Operation Snake Eater.

Something that moved when the wind did — and stopped when Snake did. It was as if the jungle camouflaged in snow had grown eyes. The battle-hardened survivalist, unslung his suppressed sidearm in silence, but kept it low — this was a conversation.
June 29, 2025 at 6:52 AM
Hurtling through the air like a thrown spear. The snow above Yingzi exploded, tossed upward by sheer displacement as something descended. She barely pivoted left.

The impact cratered where she’d been standing—dirt split, frost blooming up in a frozen bloom of white fire.
June 29, 2025 at 3:24 AM
worthy could follow. half-pivot at the wrist preceded the moment, decisive — and there, along the forearm’s path, came the actuation. Twin blades extended mid-spin. Their metallic song carved a silent promise through the frostbitten air.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
June 29, 2025 at 2:31 AM
For a moment looking like a mirage, barely visible at the edge of a fallen branch. Then gone again, maneuvering like a chessboard being played in real-time around their prey. Gesturing a single claw across the chestplate to its kin in the trees. He then sees it, interprets
June 29, 2025 at 2:31 AM
They fanned out beneath Jin-Woo’s command, and it watched him vanish into the trees, the others dispersing. Yautjas weren’t rushing their kills, an intelligent species bred for tracking. This one moved northwest — uphill, where the canopy thinned, his back ghosting the bark.
June 29, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Something had struck one of their own. The last time Jin-Woo had heard a sound like that, he had made it and this one hadn’t come from him. This was a fist that had broken through his blood.

“… Captain … @seongjinwoo.bsky.social

A lieutenant dared whisper.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
June 24, 2025 at 2:24 AM
it crashed into the heir’s solar plexus mid-summon, the young monarchs body, no matter how trained, could not brace for it. lifted by the force—not flung, not thrown, but elevated. The punch robs him of stance, structure, and soul in a single detonation of force
June 24, 2025 at 2:20 AM
There, from the bleak vault of the treetops, the Predator’s frame slipped free from cloak and perch alike, descending with a brutality, the instant its boots kissed the ground, snow erupted beneath the weight. Just as reflex began to spark in the rear of the boys view
June 24, 2025 at 2:20 AM
A hush had fallen—an unnatural one, bereft of life. yet… for all his training, all his perception …

He felt watched, Not the sensation of being followed, nor the thrill of a distant gaze, but the invasive certainty of something already choosing where to break him.
June 24, 2025 at 2:20 AM
The moon was a pale, sickly smear behind pensive clouds, casting a feeble light over the frozen forest floor, where crimson stains mottled the snow like fresh wounds. Silence swallowed everything but the crunch of boots on brittle twigs, a subtle rhythm in the cold air that
June 24, 2025 at 2:20 AM
He who cannot be hunted cannot
be 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. He who is hunted …
will be 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.
June 22, 2025 at 6:29 PM
with the helpless ? …

❛ stand up. guilty as charged, you’ve gone bad before eating. a rotten meal is no good, a dish served cold … it upsets my stomach. ❜

when one surrender themselves to death, when they’ve come to terms with their lives being in control of another’s hand

February 3, 2025 at 3:15 AM
suggested he understood far more than what she assumed. as if he knew what move she was going to make, words she was forced to say.

as if … 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹.

in that instant, that moment, her weakness. it was not unlike something grander than life was piercing down

February 3, 2025 at 3:09 AM
overwhelming aggression.
January 17, 2025 at 6:23 AM
𖤐

give this to me.
January 14, 2025 at 12:41 AM
January 4, 2025 at 3:21 AM