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ºRakai'Thwei : [He had been hunting on this world for centuries. He had claimed the trophies of a variety of prey which were found and expected on this rich, lush blue planet— but at the same time, he had come across prey which were completely unexpected. The alien hunter had come across prey which were capable of changing shapes and sizes, prey which were able to wield abilities which he hadn’t even so much as thought of even so much as existing, and some prey which were the result of genetic mutation or even genetic engineering and manipulation. However as dangerous as his prey made themselves known to him through either weaponry, adaptation, ferocity or even ingenuity—he had come out triumphant through a combination of his physical prowess, technological advancements, but perhaps more which he owed to his triumph could be attributed to his skill and experience. Of course, it went without saying that all were good components to making a hunter as dangerous as he but every now and then there were somethings in regard to his prey which he could say that… he admired. But it would be ridiculous to say that the Yautja as a species thought of nothing but the hunt, and while their culture revolved around it— his thoughts were not entirely restricted to it. As long lived his species happened to be, even the march of time would catch up. And while he was no Ancient, his thoughts often drifted to the future and where he could go in his life. He stared down upon the city lights as he peered through his mask optics with his jade colored eyes, watching as the Oomans went about their hustle and bustle of life. Even in the dark hours, they still went about their business in this city. But there was one which he had been keeping tabs on and he wasn’t even of the Pyode Amedha. The Soft Meat. The Shelled One. A creature which he had never seen in the numerous worlds which he had hunted, and there were only a few others. Three others. Sometimes even four more. He had watched the Shelled One from a distance, keeping tabs on his level of tenacity and skill. Rakai’Thwei believed him to be something of a worthy successor, someone whom he could entrust these grounds to as the Hunter had a sense of longing of exploring new territory elsewhere. He narrowed his eyes as he continued his observation of the street below as he loomed on the top of what is the Liberty One building. He had been contemplating whether he should test the Shelled One, to see if his faith in the individual was not at all misplaced. Perhaps in time. Rakai’Thwei hunched down in his standing posture, squatting down to get something of a closer look to the streets below, and keep a watchful eye on the denizens of the prey. He would keep guard here, hunt those down who made themselves known and claim their skulls as trophies. Perhaps there was still much prey to be encountered and to make trophies of. With this thought in mind, he pounced forward, leaping off from the rooftop of the tower to leap to another and begin his move]


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