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Welcome to the dark, realistic world of Bloodbath Crēscō.
A Nature of Predators alternate history where we explore oppression and resistance around the younger federation and dominion space.
The nature of trauma, hope, love, and liberation in a world that actively wants you dead.
This world is fundamentally violent, vegan, anti-cop, anti-capitalist, anti-colonialist, anti-fachist, and queer. Liberation is the fight of generations. From arxur cattle, to predator disease "patients", we are all united in our oppression. Join us as we fight for the right to survive and thrive in this brutal world.
Check out our visual storytelling on YouTube:
Please enjoy our collection of oneshots:
Bloodbath Crēscō (Arxur-Venlil Oneshot)
Excerpt:
“Do you hate me?” the Arxur asked, voice cracking.
The Venlil’s grip tightened. “No,” they whispered. “I don’t hate you.”
A silence followed, heavy and suffocating. The Venlil's fingers, still stained from battle, traced along the Arxur’s scales. Their hand paused at a jagged wound across the Arxur’s chest, old but deep.
Probably from it's childhood…
NOTE: Currently most of the animactics and stories are from far before the PLM is created.
Born out of the extreme violence of the Dominion, the Prey Liberation Militia (PLM) stands against this world. These insurrectionist liberators has transcended the simple predator-prey dichotomy. Their ranks are filled with Arxur who have tasted the flesh of their own kind, and liberated cattle.
Operating in clandestine, autonomous antifascist cells, the PLM performs brutal raids on Dominion cattle farms, liberating prey from a life of torture while sustaining themselves on the carnage, both predator and prey, friend and foe alike. These insurrectionists know the weight of their actions—they are acutely aware that every bite into fallen flesh is an act of cannibalism. One they face unflinchingly, accutely aware of the darkness of this world.
But there is still a light. These oppressed few find that light in each other’s company. Weather that’s sexually or emotionally. Bonds between predator and prey never explored before.
With the weight of society lifted, these few can explore the true depth of a liberated life with one another. Even if their life may be short and violent. They love eachother...
At the core of the PLM’s mission lies their most precious and guarded secret: the pup-ships. These nomadic ships are the PLM's beloved cattle children. Many of the fighters see these children as their own, and fight with ferocity to protect and provide for them.
These ships, small and hidden, carry the weight of a future untainted by the misery of the past. The PLM fights not only for survival but for a chance at life itself—a life of true liberation, of love, and hope beyond the brutal reality of the Dominion.
A venlil cattle in a meat locker surrounded by bodies both prey and predator. Covered in scars with a bitten-off ear. Rifle by its side, cuddling a crying Arxur. Old battle wounds and reminders of the past. Childhood on the farm.
Fur matted with blood and dirt as their cries turn into a symphony of grief given to the night air as their hearts intertwine, and bonds are created which transcend life itself. The sprinkler system washes away the grief and pain of this wretched place. They find impossible beauty in each other, and in each other, they find their place.
Right here.
Even as the Arxur tears into the flesh of the fallen, friend and foe, it finds comfort in the soft touch of the mighty prey that felled so many Arxur so easily... but is now softly stroking the base of their scales with a cooing noise.
Around the tears running down their face. With Blood, sweat, and saliva forming a sweet medley... They... wondered how they could be so lucky...
The Dominion was wrong. Predator and prey are not fixed categories. They interleave and intermingle in an unending deluge and dance.
"We are the flies around your wound, Dominion. Can a million flies take down the great hunter? Can the rot of the wound infect even the most mighty and proud?"
- Prey Liberation Militia