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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐒𝐅 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 ’𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ’ #MGRP / #MVRP

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.

would make sure they know he means business . He was completely flat on his stomach with all his body covered in snow . The only visible thing about him was his rifle , eyepatch , and the breath of cold air . ‘ Come to me Prey . . . ‘ He muttered to himself quietly . #AHJIN / #DREADHARROW

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 .

ㅤㅤ“ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗻.ᐣ ” ㅤㅤShe—𝑰𝒕—spoke, instead of Yingzi. An ancient evil that rivaled none. #𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 ㅤㅤ

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

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.

—— Sasuke stepped into the trees again, vanishing into the deeper dark, muttering only one word as a low breath beneath the snow-heavy canopy. “ … 𝑇𝑐ℎ. “ The hunt was already happening. And for once ——— he wasn’t sure who was 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 doing the hunting. #𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

But soon as he stopped walking as he was far enough from civilians, the feeling of dread was growing stronger, his eyes became cold and serious as they glowed a demonic green. “Who’s out there? Show yourself now…” #AHJIN / #DREADHARROW

The predator’s thermal gaze burned away the jungle’s deceit, revealing the truth beneath, the hunt belonged to him — and the first strike would be his to command. #𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

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.

and light it taking a puff of it before smoking it . 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩 ! He quickly aimed his weapon up looking around . He swore he heard something . He wasn’t head of MSF for no reason . He was an expert at stealth missions . “ Whoever is out there show yourself . “ #AHJIN / #DREADHARROW

ㅤㅤ•° her strong voice cut through the dead frozen air, tired of the constant stalking of unknown predators around her. They have been watching her, she knew that too. Perhaps they were assessing her strength, or waiting to catch her off-guard. #𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 ㅤㅤ

— Who will draw first ? Silence oppressive、forbidding、in this setting every shadow isn’t his soldier、they’re hunters. The team’s senses sharpen to a painful edge、every nerve screaming that they are not alone. “ Spread out. I can still hear Suho’s heartbeat. ” #𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

Jin-Woo and his vanguard had already started to slow. But then— a blast wave like a concussion grenade ripped through the forest. In the space between impact and comprehension、Sung’s velocity was reduced to its purest form、he sensed the vibration line where silence had —

He who cannot be hunted cannot be 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. He who is hunted … will be 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.

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

echoing like a rifle blast in a cave. A sonic break in the cold air demanding reaction. seventy paces off. One of the AHJIN elites stumbled mid-step, caught off by the sudden static-rush in their ears. Another clenched their jaw, a nervous crawl rippling through their skin “ What—what was— ”

violently extracting all tension and breath from within him. A ring of mist collapses midair where the blade was meant to phase in—vanishing into nothing. Birds scattered from limbs. Branches snapped miles wide from a rip of force rattled through the frost-heavy trees

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

As the first flicker of the weapon began to draw form. He never even saw it fully materialize, in that brief interruption of will, everything else folds with dreadful efficiency. It’s fist drawn low and driven forward in a tight arc, an apex predator’s signature … when it lands

The fingers of Suho’s dominant hand began to twitch, index and middle separated subtly. The shadow magic bloomed just faintly from the palm, a thin coil of static-dark energy beginning to unravel. His breathing thinned to center his focus. The blade would phase in mid-turn.

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

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.

The ribs were peeled back like wings, the heart missing. Taken, not consumed — Trophied. There was an instinct to his poise, an unspoken awareness woven into each motion. No monster had slipped past him before. No ambush had struck true. For now.

with the fanged remains of prior sport. Jin-Woo’s son moved with calculated calm, but even he—born of shadow, blood, and throne could feel it. He stepped over a downed wolf, its body still warm, skull caved in and chest flayed open in a way no natural predator could’ve managed.

A flicker, too fast to be seen, brushed against the edges of vision. The air rippled, warping like heat on pavement, then snapped tight, revealing a monstrous silhouette cloaked in alien armor. Jungle-colored dreadlocks soaked in grime and plasma-char, clinging to a skull-shaped helm adorned

carried a warning no living thing wanted to hear. It’s not drawn to war … it’s drawn to victory. It hunts those who’ve already won. Our AHJIN heroes … 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. It stalks warriors. It collects killers. And now, it wants the blood of a monarch’s heir.

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

‍ ‍ #𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾 The haunting that comes before death. A season of hunted kings. Something has come for my 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂, to claim their heads … as ——𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑺. ❪ @killerofkillers.bsky.social ❫ ‍ ‍

✦ : #AHJIN’s next Storyline will be dropping anytime, and I assure you … this one is a very cinema worthy crossover.

⥄ wondering if he could see past her practiced ease ╌┈⎯ if he knew that beneath her casual sip and subtle smile﹐ her heart was beating just a little too fast. And then﹐ almost timidly﹐ she let the corners of her mouth curve up just a touch more﹐ as if to reassure him﹐ or maybe herself.

‍ ‍ #𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ─╌┈ 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦. @indraspath.bsky.social ‍ ‍

— breaching verbal crevice. Cha’s reactions were not lost on him、in turn proved unsatisfactory — assuming their day had monotonously changed for the worst. Fiddling began to swirl the drink he had, mixing its composition with nary a hint of his withheld concern. “ Are you not enjoying yourself? ”

⠀ one who possesses 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 should require a 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 to ⠀ ⠀╌┈⎯╾⃰ 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. ⠀

part of the world. It was part of Jin-Woo. The sky did not merely darken—it knelt. Violet whirlwinds howled across the cityscape、and the sun was a forgotten thing behind that spectral aurora、casting the city below in shades of monarchal beauty.

beneath the magnitude of the stroke —— while existence itself sputtered to redact the trespass. Oceans, distant though they were, seemed to pause and retreat, feeling the lash of an emperor’s fury carried on spectral winds. The landscape didn’t merely suffer, it 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗, as though begging ⊱

— their penumbral sphere. It was a silence that rang in conceptual frequency、like the memory of sound played within a dream.

Recruiting is open. ACCEPTING ACTIVE AND CONSISTENT MEMBERS.

— mystery of the unknown、a stark chiaroscuro where light and dark waged their eternal duel under the sun、now uncertain whether it had jurisdiction here anymore、even the heat curled away from his outline. The desert’s fervent heartbeat waned、strangled by the slow、clutch of 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲.

𝚆 𝙾 𝙻𝐕̵𝐄̵𝐒̵ 𝒂𝒊𝐧’𝐭 𝒉𝖔𝒘𝐥 𝗔͟ ͟𝗟͟ ͟𝗢͟ ͟𝗡͟ ͟𝗘͟. — #BLEACHRP

❝ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ... sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ. ❞ ︴︴︴✧ Goddess Of Death ︴︴✧ Mirrored Detail ︴✧ Mature Themes ⟳ ＆ ♥︎