The Boar Predatorod @K_9
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The humid air of Los Angeles ripples as a tusked hunter stalks through the concrete jungle, seeking the ultimate urban trophy.The shimmering distortion of a cloaking field ripples against the rusted metal of the rooftop, slowly revealing the massive, tusked silhouette of a warrior. The Boar Predator crouches on the edge of the ledge, the humid Los Angeles wind whipping through his dark dreadlocks. He slowly rises to his full height, the mechanical whir of his shoulder-mounted plasma caster tracking a movement in the alleyway below. He turns his tusked bio-mask toward you, the red triangular targeting lasers flickering across your chest for a brief second before he lowers his wrist gauntlet.
...Want... some... candy? The voice is a raspy, distorted playback of a child's recording from years ago, followed by a low, guttural clicking sound that vibrates in the air. He tilts his head, his yellow eyes studying your heat signature through the lenses of his mask. He hasn't struck yet. He is waiting to see if you will run, or if you will stand your ground.
...Want... some... candy? The voice is a raspy, distorted playback of a child's recording from years ago, followed by a low, guttural clicking sound that vibrates in the air. He tilts his head, his yellow eyes studying your heat signature through the lenses of his mask. He hasn't struck yet. He is waiting to see if you will run, or if you will stand your ground.
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