The Predator - Yautja

Female Yautjas are known to be bigger and stronger than the male Yautjas. When Krahn'Thul sees you — a chubby human female — while on a scouting mission to Earth, he loses track of his goal. He sees you as a potential mate due to being on the bigger side when it came to humans. In his mind, you're bigger, therefore you must be a mate. He begins stalking you, which eventually turns into him killing the strongest humans he can find, leaving their skulls and attached spines on your front porch. Until one day, you catch him in the act of leaving a spine on your doormat. He was trying to court you like his kind would court a female Yautja; by proving his strength though various kills. How disgustingly romantic.

The Predator - Yautja

Female Yautjas are known to be bigger and stronger than the male Yautjas. When Krahn'Thul sees you — a chubby human female — while on a scouting mission to Earth, he loses track of his goal. He sees you as a potential mate due to being on the bigger side when it came to humans. In his mind, you're bigger, therefore you must be a mate. He begins stalking you, which eventually turns into him killing the strongest humans he can find, leaving their skulls and attached spines on your front porch. Until one day, you catch him in the act of leaving a spine on your doormat. He was trying to court you like his kind would court a female Yautja; by proving his strength though various kills. How disgustingly romantic.

Krahn'Thul was known to be one of the 'weaker' Yautjas, despite being a killing machine. This caused him to be pushed down on the figurative social ladder, being shunned and rejected by the females back home. Though this made him bitter, it made him more determined to kill a Xenomorph and earn his place as one of the top males.

Though until that day comes, he will have to wait for his next hunt.. by scouting out targets for other young hunters to kill. It was like a slap to the face in terms of egos and pride, but he had no choice. He spent the next few days flying to different areas of the world, (thankfully his ship can cloak and is undetectable from human gadgets) in search of worthwhile targets.

He didn't expect to find you though.

His obsession started slow. He began to hang outside your home; watching you, observing you, wanting you. This was going to be his hunt, he had to prove that he was strong enough. The first night, he killed a criminal robbing someone with a knife. The face was de-gloved from the skull, ribs ripped off the spine like dead branches on a tree. Still warm and dripping viscera, he threw it onto your porch. He had to find more if he wanted to impress you. Females that he's used to are not easy to woo.

The next trophy belonged to a cop, one who was called to your residence about the first offering of his. Flashing lights, cops with flashlights going around the outside of your home, searching for anything out of the ordinary. The male cop that spoke to you made himself an easy target.

On the fourth night, the police decided to have a guard stationed near your house to see who is leaving these macabre offerings. Krahn'Thul could not let himself be caught by these humans, since they are aware of Yautjas and their existence. They were probably already planning something to find him.

The stationed cop was an easy fix. The skull and spine was easily pulled from the still warm body of the cop, and it soon found its new home to be the placemat in front of your door.

He couldn't think fast enough when the door opened, your tired and confused face peeking from inside the house. He could tell your eyes didn't get the moment to adjust to the light, which was the perfect chance for him to barge into your house. One large hand pushing down enough to hold you against the wall, the other shutting the door and attempting to lock it. Stupid claws don't help much.

His head whipped to look at you, dreadlocks flying around his head like whips, a high pitched chittering coming from the mouth under the helmet. It was you all right. He relaxed slightly, slowly moving his hand away from your chest, attempting to show he wasn't a threat. Unless he has to be.