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I think people are frustrated in this society, where predators prey upon normal, law-abiding citizens, and you never see justice in the courtroom. In my films, the predators don't get away with it.
Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
Vampires. Honestly, they're like children sometimes.
Is it safe out here?" I whisper.
"Mmm?"
"The animals? Bears? Wolves?"
Oskar laughs. "Well, I've already claimed you, so the other predators are out of luck.
Never run from a predator. Even the most behaved of them will have a hard time restraining themselves from chasing after a prey.
Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.
I felt like I'd fallen into the rabbit hole, and warnings were firing off left and right. Something primal inside me recognized that I was surrounded by predators.
Cats. Furry little sociopaths that we invite into our homes.
Predation is part of the everyday life of capitalism, in sectors as mainstream as pharmaceuticals, software and oil - where people's money, their data, their time and their attention are routinely taken in fundamentally asymmetrical exchanges.
When you hunt predators, the best camouflage is weakness.
Chances are, when we meet intelligent life forms in outer space they're going to be descended from predators.
That's what I thought I was. A stalker of stalkers. A predator preying on predators.
When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.
Predators did not need mercy.
I wasn't a predator. I didn't pick on other people all right, but people didn't beat me up.
I have heard African lions roar and the hacksaw cough of leopards just outside my safari tent, but neither of these is as haunting, as unsettling, as the savage symphony of gray wolves on a cold, still, northern night.
One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.
I am the hunter. I am always the hunter. You are the prey.
Eventually I fall asleep, savoring the melancholy pleasures of victory. I wake with a start to a muffled sound: the wolves could not wait for us to withdraw; they are already devouring the bodies.
Creatures of the night were rising from their resting places and venturing forth to feed on their unsuspecting victims.
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
Unlike the beasts of the wild, the many cruel varieties of human monsters, when at last cornered, seldom fight with greater ferocity. Instead, they reveal the cowardice at the core of their brutality.
We got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes;
Some of them come as friends, some of them come as Jakes.
Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.
Actually, coyotes are much scarier than wolves. Sneaky, sneaky little suckers. Eat you up. Lick the blood all up.
Suddenly all those careful preparations disintegrated as predators far more dangerous than the walking dead proved what all wise killers already knew: that nothing was more dangerous than living men.
lion looking for someone to devour.
A bad hunter chases, a good hunter waits.
The shark is the apex predator in the sea. Sharks have molded evolution for 450 million years. All fish species that are prey to the sharks have had their behavior, their speed, their camouflage, their defense mechanisms molded by the shark.
Here come the characters who comprise the movie vermin, the Hollywood scum, the film slime - the aforementioned "unscrupulous cowards of mediocrity." Fortunately, they are minor characters, yet so distasteful that their introduction has been delayed as long as possible.
They are the hunters we are the rabbits
There are different kinds of predators. There are the kinds who target the weak. And there are those with more of a Dexter vibe who don't lose sleep if a child abuser has a hard time on the way to the station.
The way to reason with a predator is to make it aware that it can live in a cage, or it can die, but it can no longer prey upon us.
Why did humans give their offspring fake versions of predators that would happily eat those offspring? Those
Take not for friends wolves and bankers; they both have voracious appetites - rjs
So, my tactic with conservation of apex predators is to get people excited and take them to where they live.
The Lion and the Fox
Every creatures stalks some other, and catches it, and is caught.
Stupid young girls who get caught alone in the forest fall prey to anything that crosses their paths, be the beast animal, human or shapeshifter.
Man is the only predator who hunts his own.
Our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives ...
It's the Kalkara. they're hunting.
And grief, for anyone who has ever experienced it, is exactly like a predator. It steals first your happiness, and then - if you allow it - everything else.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
Danger doesn't always greet with bared fangs. Sometimes it seduces with a willowy caress, a sigh of pleasure, and then turns carnivorous with whipcrack intensity.
Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.
Is the prey complicit in its own demise? Are we not seduced in some small way by the beauty, the grace, even the dangerous soul of the predator?
I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.
Humans are predators, not prey. Always remember that.
Violent predators are not like the rest of us. They kill for fun, for sport, for the sake of it. To compare them to animals is an insult to animals. To expect that we can rehabilitate them assumes a will to change.
Wolf-Spiders Ruleth the Land
I am not your victim because you are not a predator any more than a bottle of scotch stalks an alcoholic.
The only thing that happens if you run from a predator is a good chase.
Wolves eat cats for dinner. By God, I wanna be a wolf.
~Kane Tyler~
I run with the hunted.
After a lifetime of nature shows and magazine photos, we arrive at the woods conditioned to expect splendor - surprised when the parking lot does not contain a snarl of animals attractively mating and killing each other.
Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.
Foxhunting ... the unspeakable pursuing the inedible.
See, they're currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet. Humans. - Newt Scamander
Or wolves." "Dogs, wolves,
Up until two years ago, I was one of the top-selling real estate agents in the tricounty area. I went to a convention in Boca Raton. I had one too many margaritas, met a tall, pale, and handsome man in the bar, and woke up a vampire."
"I was mistaken for a deer and got shot," I offered."
"Oh.
The best-laid plans of women and wolves...
We serve nature's purpose by culling the herd, and our own by sharpening our skills. We are the predatory swarm!
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey, you had better be strong.
A slow terror slowly build
chased by the shadows of clouds.
They'd taken in a monster, thinking it was a mouse.
One scrawny straggler, inching its way toward me like a tiger focused on prey. I must have looked incredibly savory, for it ignored the beaming lights blinding its searing red eyes and headed right toward me. For a half-starved beast, it was incredibly fast, its body looking bony and malnourished.
How easily the hunter can become the prey. All it takes is a new perspective.
The dangerous temptation of wildlife films is that they can lull us into thinking we can get by without the original models
that we might not need animals in the flesh.
They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.
The hunting of monsters is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it for those who feel bound by such trivial doctrines as law or national borders.
Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all.
They can try to kill me all they want, but I'm the girl who stands on tha backs of the beasts of the NeoPacific. The Minnow blazes from within, promising life and warmth and vilainy, but out here I'm mighty.
Human beings are the only animals of which I am thoroughly and cravenly afraid.
When mice run, cats give chase.
She was a predator - a creature of the night who rejoiced in the thrill of the hunt.
Predators and prey always coexist. That's why we have galleries as well as photographers.
Deer in headlights.
Cornered suspect.
Mouse in the open, owls circling.
We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe.
Bubba there zombies ... and there trying to eat me!
-Nick Gautier
We raise predators by treating children as prey.
Vampires and humans; we are all monsters in our own way at the end of a dream, or a nightmare.
The creatures I had seen were not men, had never been men. They were animals - humanised animals - triumphs of vivisection.
Unless I was delirious from my injury, we had just been captured by vampires.
Who were they, and what did they intend to do with the rest of us?
Wolves exhibiting strange behaviour
caught in traps and thrashing about, injured by other creatures or by bullets, pups suffering from epilepsy
are attacked and killed by their pack members. But here everyone is human and must try to understand each other's mystery. Each other's pain.
The wolves of the world have no pity for the confused, the scattered, the lost or the weak.
How nature made its most deadly creatures alluring precisely so they could lure their victims close.
Seeking survival, hostile, hidden from sight,
Deliciously flavoured - juicy, sweet bite,
Exploding senses preparing to ignite,
Inspiring to escape from the suffocating night.
We are predators, Whose all seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.
These are the animals that are the reason why you don't see old animals in the wild. You don't see sick animals in the wild. You don't see lame animals in the wild, and its all because of the predator: the lion, the tiger, the leopard, all the cats.
The dead walk among us.
But there's a small percentage who are nothing but born predators. And for them, no amount of good parenting, quality schooling, or therapy sessions will ever make a bit of difference.
In life, the monsters win.
The hunter is patient. The prey is careless.
there's a terrible silence
before a predator's night
sometimes
an absurd airplane
appears in the sky
it throws out leaflets
calling for surrender
I would be happy to surrender
but I've no one to surrender to
Sexual predators were like cockroaches. For every one you saw, there were twenty more hiding behind the walls.
Men with wings. Angels of the Apocalypse. Supernatural beings who've pulverized the modern world and killed millions, maybe even billions, of people. And here's one of the horrors, right in front of me.
The stumbling weighty hostility of bears, the incorporated rapacity of wolves..