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What's up, my peeps!! I got ya my Halloween piece for this year! ^^
Yeah, this year, no Goretober (given how many things happened, and the commission, it would be nearly impossible to do the prompts).

What do we have here? Well it's our buddy Berserker / Mr. Black being devoured by... The Wheetigo Predator.
But before jumping to his story, I'll talk about why I came up with this character. For me the Wheetigo creature has been a very interesting native folklore myth. I got to know it from the game Until Dawn and got to know some bits from it. And then I thought... what if I mix that... with a Predator? And there we have him.
His clothing consists of animal leather and fur, bones from various beings, including a yautja skull. That part I took reference from the Bad Blood yautja in the comics, so... maybe in this universe he was a victim to the Wheetigo Predator?

Aight, so let's get into his full lore.

The Wheetigo Predator
His mother was merely a young un-blooded and wasn't able to take care by herself. So she left the baby in the entrance of a clan in hopes they would take care of him and give him a honorable life.
Growing up, he became a fearless and talented young hunter. Unlike many Unblooded, who were ferocious, reckless and violent, he had a good amount of self-discipline, self-control and prefered to have calculated hunts in order to be successful. To no one's surprise, he passed and became a Young Blood. He was ready for the ritual: his first Xenomorph hunt.

It never happened however... His clan, despite being professional in teaching, they were very strict, especially with familiar matters.
They have found out that he was a bastard child. In other words, unwanted. On that same day, he became a pariah to the clan, accused of tainting their honor.
They labeled him as a Bad Blood and threw him off a cliff, trapping him in a deep hole. He couldn't escape, had no rights for foor, nor water, nor shelter, anything. He was punished for simply being the child of someone that couldn't keep him.
But he wasn't alone for too long. They've thrown another Bad Blood down there as well. This also served as further punishment for the young yautja.

This Bad Blood was aggressive, unstabble and had no problem in beating someone smaller and younger than him.
The young one tried to save himself by cornoring in a dark spot, but got always beaten by the bigger yautja. Everytime he complained about being hungry, thirsty or cold, he would get hit in the head, followed by the Bad Blood screaming at him to shut up and just accept fate, since "no one cares about an unwanted bastard parasite".

Until one day... the young yautja caught him off guard. The Bad Blood had killed a rat that got inside their prison and defiling the body. Taking the opportunity, the young one grabbed a massive rock, lifted it and smashed the head into pieces with it. The Bad Blood was no more.
And yet he was still starving. Heavily malnourished and weak. Out of desperation... he ate his flesh.
This didn't only satisfy his hunger. This action had attracted an ancient spirit that craves for any being that dares to act on evil deeds. In this case... c*nnib*lism. With this, the spirit merged with the young yautja and since then, he was never the same.

Rumors and stories started to spread in the yautja society. For a kin that fears nothing... this one was an exception.
This yautja would hunt anyone, regarless of rank, gender, cast, dead or alive. He would show no mercy towards his victims.
Standing at 8'5ft, taller than the average yautja but almost the same as a Matriarch, just by looking at him, towering, was enough to pray for mercy.
His build was massive. He was able to rip anyone in half with his bare hands and crush a skull just by a punch.
Wearing attributes of an animal such as fur and the helmet with deer horns attatched to it... many mistook him with a simple animal, making it perfect for ambushes.
His "crown" looked like horns from a demon, causing questions among the yautja kin if he was one of them or a being from Hell.
His teeth were sharp as knives and pointy as needles, able to decapitate anyone just by ripping the head off with them. His bites felt like raw stabs in the flesh.
His eyes, glowing in the dark, marking his presence. Even an Elite would quiver in fear.
The roar... that damn haunting roar. He didn't even sound like a normal yautja anymore. Anyone who'd hear it, they knew Death was approaching.
No one was safe. Not even the Super Predators stood a chance against this demonic yautja. Neither the most dangerous Bad Blood alive...

Everyone knew him as... The Wheetigo Predator.

Description
What's up, my peeps!! I got ya my Halloween piece for this year! ^^
Yeah, this year, no Goretober (given how many things happened, and the commission, it would be nearly impossible to do the prompts).

What do we have here? Well it's our buddy Berserker / Mr. Black being devoured by... The Wheetigo Predator.
But before jumping to his story, I'll talk about why I came up with this character. For me the Wheetigo creature has been a very interesting native folklore myth. I got to know it from the game Until Dawn and got to know some bits from it. And then I thought... what if I mix that... with a Predator? And there we have him.
His clothing consists of animal leather and fur, bones from various beings, including a yautja skull. That part I took reference from the Bad Blood yautja in the comics, so... maybe in this universe he was a victim to the Wheetigo Predator?

Aight, so let's get into his full lore.

The Wheetigo Predator
His mother was merely a young un-blooded and wasn't able to take care by herself. So she left the baby in the entrance of a clan in hopes they would take care of him and give him a honorable life.
Growing up, he became a fearless and talented young hunter. Unlike many Unblooded, who were ferocious, reckless and violent, he had a good amount of self-discipline, self-control and prefered to have calculated hunts in order to be successful. To no one's surprise, he passed and became a Young Blood. He was ready for the ritual: his first Xenomorph hunt.

It never happened however... His clan, despite being professional in teaching, they were very strict, especially with familiar matters.
They have found out that he was a bastard child. In other words, unwanted. On that same day, he became a pariah to the clan, accused of tainting their honor.
They labeled him as a Bad Blood and threw him off a cliff, trapping him in a deep hole. He couldn't escape, had no rights for foor, nor water, nor shelter, anything. He was punished for simply being the child of someone that couldn't keep him.
But he wasn't alone for too long. They've thrown another Bad Blood down there as well. This also served as further punishment for the young yautja.

This Bad Blood was aggressive, unstabble and had no problem in beating someone smaller and younger than him.
The young one tried to save himself by cornoring in a dark spot, but got always beaten by the bigger yautja. Everytime he complained about being hungry, thirsty or cold, he would get hit in the head, followed by the Bad Blood screaming at him to shut up and just accept fate, since "no one cares about an unwanted bastard parasite".

Until one day... the young yautja caught him off guard. The Bad Blood had killed a rat that got inside their prison and defiling the body. Taking the opportunity, the young one grabbed a massive rock, lifted it and smashed the head into pieces with it. The Bad Blood was no more.
And yet he was still starving. Heavily malnourished and weak. Out of desperation... he ate his flesh.
This didn't only satisfy his hunger. This action had attracted an ancient spirit that craves for any being that dares to act on evil deeds. In this case... c*nnib*lism. With this, the spirit merged with the young yautja and since then, he was never the same.

Rumors and stories started to spread in the yautja society. For a kin that fears nothing... this one was an exception.
This yautja would hunt anyone, regarless of rank, gender, cast, dead or alive. He would show no mercy towards his victims.
Standing at 8'5ft, taller than the average yautja but almost the same as a Matriarch, just by looking at him, towering, was enough to pray for mercy.
His build was massive. He was able to rip anyone in half with his bare hands and crush a skull just by a punch.
Wearing attributes of an animal such as fur and the helmet with deer horns attatched to it... many mistook him with a simple animal, making it perfect for ambushes.
His "crown" looked like horns from a demon, causing questions among the yautja kin if he was one of them or a being from Hell.
His teeth were sharp as knives and pointy as needles, able to decapitate anyone just by ripping the head off with them. His bites felt like raw stabs in the flesh.
His eyes, glowing in the dark, marking his presence. Even an Elite would quiver in fear.
The roar... that damn haunting roar. He didn't even sound like a normal yautja anymore. Anyone who'd hear it, they knew Death was approaching.
No one was safe. Not even the Super Predators stood a chance against this demonic yautja. Neither the most dangerous Bad Blood alive...

Everyone knew him as... The Wheetigo Predator.