Monster Hunter Yajukira

[Altima]

All right, s I return to action here on the DaD, with a new fic, based on monster hunter. I posted here, because it's BASED on monster hunter, save for the Rathian reference here in the prologue. I talked to Ray, and we're going to do a semi-collaboration, where we're both writing about two separate hunters who eventually meet together. Now my main protagonist isn't in this prologue, but I felt that writing this first would give a better backstory for my character, and to give everyone a taste of monster hunter, sorta.

Oh and, yeah it sorta sucks, 'cuz I haven't written anything since "Troubles on Greed Island", but hey, any commentary, questions, and critiques will help,

Monster Hunter Yajukira
Prelude to The Hunt



Deep within the jungle all stood quiet amidst the damp growth, save for the buzzing and distant croaking sounds that usually accompanied such humid locales. The expanse was nothing more than a sea of green and brown as far as the eye could sea. Not a soul around to disturb the calm tranquility that echoed throughout the environment. Suddenly, a shrill cry filled the air as an emerald beast stumbled through the foliage, crushing the undergrowth beneath its massive four-toed claw. Following soon after the creature had ripped its way through the dense jungle, several heavily clad beings trekked after it, crying triumphantly.

“Hail! Damn near got ‘er this time!” howled a large man wielding an almost impossibly large hammer, as he pummeled his chest in satisfaction.

“Yes, but thanks to your lumbering arse, we damn near lost it.” Responded a scantily clad female, as she prodded her way through the undergrowth below with the tip of her lance.

“Shut it, the lot of you.” Spoke one man, as the rest of the group followed. “If it can be cut, it will bleed. Besides, a wounded beast that size isn’t about to just gracefully crawl through the jungle, without sparing us a few signs of its direction.” The man continued, as he stepped lightly, examining both tree, and growth, obviously seeing what the others couldn’t see. Feh, and they call themselves hunters? He thought, as he looked up at the group.

Indeed they were all hunters of varying skill. Most were what are called “warriors”, or those who only joined to hunt for a chance to prove their brawn over mettle, while others like the man who had apparently become the leader of the group were “Trackers”, hunters who were in tune with nature, and understood when and where to strike. The man paused, as he raised his armament high, signaling for the group to pause. His ears picked up a faint sound the others undoubtedly did not catch. The beast they had tracked for days had taken shelter in a nearby hollow between several boughs of trees. He took a step forward, and immediately the beast within began to growl, in a mixture of pain, and fear.

“Flash!” The man whispered as quietly as he could to his group, as hands quickly began to exchange between each other several grenade-like items, until soon the leader had a set in his palm. He pulled his arm far back, as he took careful aim. After a moments hesitation, he lugged the grenade into the hollow, as he buried his visored face into his arm, just in time, before a bright flash filled the cavern-esque shelter. The beast shrieked again, as it lunged from its hiding place, lumbering blindly into a tree, shattering it in half, falling limply to the ground with a slight tremor.

The man bellowed fiercly, as he and his group lunged at the winged beast, swinging their weapons with reckless abandon, as the beast somehow managed to return to her feet after a moment, scattering the entire group with a circular tail swipe. The man landed with a thud against nearby foliage, his breath escaping him for a moment. He looked on to the beast, as sluggishly, he returned to his feet. The emerald creature was dragon-like in appearance, save for the thick expanse of black fur running along its neck to the tip of its tail, which ended in a mace-like appendage with several glistening spikes no doubtedly laced with naturally produced venom from within the creature. It reared it’s crowned head about, as it attempted to shake off the effects of the flash bomb.

The man raised his sword arm, testing his arm for any wounds. He did the same with his shield arm, only to find that what was left of his shield were the tattered remains that apparently took the blunt force of the tail whip, and broke his fall. Tossing his protection aside, the man roared to wards the emerald beast, as it spun towards his direction. It returned the bellow, before beginning a wild charge towards the hunter. He stood there, yelling at it, to keep it on track, as just a split second before the creature was atop him, he dove to the right, rolling to a crouch, as he swung his sword upwards, just in time to connect with the monster’s tail. It cried in pain, as a fountain of blood spurted everywhere, coating the entire undergrowth and overgrowth in a rich, crimson hue, as the tip of its mace-like tail went spinning off into the jungle.

The hunter pummeled his blood covered chest, as he watched the creature stagger away from the group. “Where you running off to, eh?” he called after the creature, as he reached into his pack, producing a red-colored grenade. The creature turned meekly towards him, as it chirped weakly. The hunter smirked, as he waited for the creature to open its jagged jaw, before tossing the grenade towards the creature.

Immediately, the creature was enshrouded in a cloud of red smoke, as it began to heave audibly, until there was a massive thud, accompanied by low snorts. The hunting group gathered around the crimson cloud, until it dissipated to reveal the slumbering giant.

“We did it!” howled the hammer-man, as he playfully kicked the heavily drugged dragon, pointing as the creature attempted to roll its eye lazily towards him through slit eyelids.

“Excellent use of the Tranq, Raynes” applauded the lance-lady, as the other members of the group began to toss cords of metal around the creature, tying it up. “But still, to go at it alone? Not something anyone would do so willingly when having to deal with a Rathian.”

“Well, Villa, it’s all in a hard days work” Raynes replied, removing his helmet as he collapsed on his rear onto a nearby fallen tree trunks. He then swiftly pulled out his canteen, taking only a sip, before pouring its contents onto his face. “Oh man, that feels good.” He sighed in relief, before lying back onto the log, kicking his blood-encrusted blade to the side.

“I’m sure it does. I’ll go check on the others, and see how they’re doing. Quite a few have nasty bruises, you know? Honestly, these days, any pansy calls themselves a hunter.” villa chortled. “Oh, and,” she said, as she turned to face Raynes, eyeing the dragon blood on his arms, and face. “You might want to wipe that off. Rathian blood still contains venom.” she explained, before turning around and taking off towards the others.

Raynes remained quiet, as his eyes lingered on her curvy rear, only just covered by her steel-twine skirt. He sighed giddily, as he looked up towards the sky, but seeing only the green of the jungle. “Damn, if only she weren’t such a Dyke, she’d totally be my kind of babe.” He muttered, as he lazily began to wipe his arms against the sides of the tree trunk he stood on.

Suddenly, he snapped to attention, hopping quickly to his feet, as he heard a soft rattle. His eyes quickly scanned the tree line for any signs of danger, but all around him, he could hear that blood curdling rattle. The rattle of death. Without completely removing his eyes form the trees, he glanced around for his weapon, and saw it a few yards away. Just as he was about to plot his course to reobtain his weapon, he heard the hidden creature hiss as it somehow, almost magically appeared before him. His eyes widened with fear, as only one word managed to escape his lips, before the creature swung its talon-like appendage at him; Equiphax.

“RAAAYYYNES!”

TBC….