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icowa 
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Posted 21 July 2010 - 12:16 AM
well.... i got some request through PM for me to post up my fanfic.. so i guess I'll start fropm chapter one then..
enjoy..!!
i'll link the first post in this thread to each chapter while I am at it.. hehe
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Chapter 1
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The man ran through the jungle, heedless of the small branches that slap against his face. Nothing much matters to him now, nothing but the sight of the thick column of smoke rising up to the heavens in front of him, the thick column that bellows forth from his village.
He didn't stop to think what was going on. He didn't like asking questions anyway. All he knew is that he had to get to his village as soon as he could. His legs had started to give his brain signals of fatigue, but it did not stop him from racing on across the bridge to the west side of his village.
Entering the inner perimeter of his village, he could only watch in helpless horror at all the carnage around him. Houses burned fiercely, bodies everywhere, either burnt or decapitated. The heat generated by the burning homes was intense, but the thick protective armor he wore, specialized in helping his kind hunt in the volcanic regions, kept him from roasting where he stood.
Without further thoughts, he began running around the raging inferno, shouting out the names of everyone that he knew, hoping to hear the sound of answers, knowing in his heart that he would never hear them answer him.
"Jasla!! Carriel!! Leanor!! Anybody!! ANSWER ME!!"
Name after name he roared until his feet took him to where his home was located. Tears streaming down his face, he watched through a blurry vision his burning home.
"MOM!!!!!! SARAH!!!!!!!" he roared in anguish, dropping down on one knee.
Then several figures appeared in his vision. The several figures were blurred away by his tears. The sight of the figures however, evaporated his tears almost immediately, allowing him to focus on them with burning hatred.
He could see clearly now that there were six of them, three of which held burning torches, all of them brandished a bloody blade in their hands. Knowing that these people were responsible for the destruction of his village, he leapt to his legs and sprinted toward them, shouting his battle cry.
One of the figures pointed a finger at him.
"Muchak Nar!"
The other five figures leapt out for the man, figuring on an easy kill. Thus the leader was surprised when the man, timing his overhead swing perfectly, swung his great sword out of his sheath and down on one of his men. His companion desperately brought its own blade up in an attempt to parry the swing, but it didn't help him at all.
The Great sword swung down with brutal strength, sliced the blade completely in two, and cleaved the foe in half. Hissing in anger, the leader leapt forward to join his companions in attacking this insolent human.
The five were now attacking the man, but seemed unable to strike him. He was definitely a skilled warrior, no slow oaf like the rest of the villagers. The figures would have to dispatch this human first before they could continue their search.
One of the beings made a swipe at the man, but the man planted his great sword solidly on the ground, blocking his blow skillfully. What amazed them next was when the man, using his sword stuck on the ground, vaulted over it and planted a nice solid flying kick to the face of their leader.
There was an audible crack as the jaw of their leader broke from the force of the kick. Aiming a slice to the back of the insolent human after he landed, it was frustrated beyond measure when the man, as if expecting an attack from the rear, made a backward roll towards his own sword, rolling under the attack.
Reaching for his sword, the man ripped it out of the ground and twisting his body in a circle, made a low tornado slash and decapitated three of the beings heads from their torsos and sliced off the sword arm of the forth, sending the clawed hand, still holding the blade, to fly off.
Breathing heavily, the man advanced on the weaponless being. Gripping its severed arm in its other hand, hissing in agony all the while, the creature was bent over in agony and never saw the great sword descending on its neck, ending its life.
Then the man heard a sound from his rear. He tried to recover his balance from his overhead swing but his legs, having being strained to the point of breaking on his run back to his village, couldn't move him out of harms way fast enough.
A blade slid through his back and out through his stomach, its tip stained a dark red by his blood. Screaming in agony, the man swirled his great sword in a back hand swipe. The head of the leader, with its hanging broken jaw, flew a good fifteen feet away while its body slumped lifelessly behind the man.
Dropping down on both his knees and letting his great sword fall onto the ground, the man watched in disbelief at the tip of the blade sticking out of his stomach. He was snarling more in defiance than in pain, he reached behind him, took a good firm grip of the blade and snapped it off. With his other hand gripping the blade from the front, he pulled it out, screaming in agony as the blade slid out of his stomach.
After all this, the man had gone way beyond his limits, the pain had become too much. He slumped forward with his head facing the side. The tears that had burned away in his rage came back once again.
"Sarah!!" he whispered softly to himself.
Then as his vision started fading, he saw another of the creatures walking towards him. This creature was tall, taller than the six he fought, but more slender. With green scales covering its body, a slim tail swinging behind, the head looked liked it belonged to that of a lizard. The only difference he noticed on this figure is that it wore a necklace with a purple gemstone hanging on it, while the others he had fought were stark naked.
"I'm coming Mom. Wait for me" he thought as he felt the smooth waters of darkness overtake his mind.
Opening his eyes slowly, he realized he was no longer lying out in the open. He was now in a cave, with a small fire burning nearby. Turning his head weakly to the side, his eyes widened and then narrowed in swift anger. But he was still in pain and his body seemed to have gone numb all over. All he could do was make a low angry growl.
The lizard man sitting on the other side of the fire raised its head and saw that the man was awake. It stood up. It was only then that the man realized that this lizard man was a lizard woman.
Walking to his side, the creature knelt down beside him and put a clawed hand on his chest, as if feeling for his heart beat.
Raising a finger to her lip, she hissed, "Shh, be silent, you are injured badly and you might attract the others."
"Why?!" the man managed to croak.
"Answers you will have, young man. But for now, rest and soon I will tell you all you need to know when you are well."
Noticing the man's eyes widen in puzzlement, she spoke softly, "Have you not heard of my kind before?"
The man found he could not speak anymore through his pain, so he shook his head slowly from side to side.
The Lizard woman sighed, "It is to be expected I suppose, but no more questions, rest now and all will be revealed in due time."
But the man would not rest, his hand snapped up and gripped her by her hand, surprising the both of them with its strength.
"My… people….they…"
The lizard woman's eyes grew sorrowful and she shook her head slowly.
"I am sorry, I tried to save as many as I could, but I am one against many. All I could do is save those that mattered." With those words, the lizard woman glanced to the left side of the cave. Following her gaze, the man saw two small bundles put on top of a pile of soft dry leaves.
"The babies are fine."
The man turned back to gaze at the lizard woman in surprise.
"But they are going to need your strength."
Understanding her meaning and accepting her rebuke, he let go of her hand and let his hand drop back to his side. But still, he continued to look at the lizard woman, a question burning in his mind.
As if she could read every thought in his head, the lizard woman smiled gently (or as gently as a scaly face like that could, at least), "I am called Lyrexis".
The man then suddenly drifted off to a healing sleep.
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enjoy..!!
i'll link the first post in this thread to each chapter while I am at it.. hehe
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Chapter 1
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The man ran through the jungle, heedless of the small branches that slap against his face. Nothing much matters to him now, nothing but the sight of the thick column of smoke rising up to the heavens in front of him, the thick column that bellows forth from his village.
He didn't stop to think what was going on. He didn't like asking questions anyway. All he knew is that he had to get to his village as soon as he could. His legs had started to give his brain signals of fatigue, but it did not stop him from racing on across the bridge to the west side of his village.
Entering the inner perimeter of his village, he could only watch in helpless horror at all the carnage around him. Houses burned fiercely, bodies everywhere, either burnt or decapitated. The heat generated by the burning homes was intense, but the thick protective armor he wore, specialized in helping his kind hunt in the volcanic regions, kept him from roasting where he stood.
Without further thoughts, he began running around the raging inferno, shouting out the names of everyone that he knew, hoping to hear the sound of answers, knowing in his heart that he would never hear them answer him.
"Jasla!! Carriel!! Leanor!! Anybody!! ANSWER ME!!"
Name after name he roared until his feet took him to where his home was located. Tears streaming down his face, he watched through a blurry vision his burning home.
"MOM!!!!!! SARAH!!!!!!!" he roared in anguish, dropping down on one knee.
Then several figures appeared in his vision. The several figures were blurred away by his tears. The sight of the figures however, evaporated his tears almost immediately, allowing him to focus on them with burning hatred.
He could see clearly now that there were six of them, three of which held burning torches, all of them brandished a bloody blade in their hands. Knowing that these people were responsible for the destruction of his village, he leapt to his legs and sprinted toward them, shouting his battle cry.
One of the figures pointed a finger at him.
"Muchak Nar!"
The other five figures leapt out for the man, figuring on an easy kill. Thus the leader was surprised when the man, timing his overhead swing perfectly, swung his great sword out of his sheath and down on one of his men. His companion desperately brought its own blade up in an attempt to parry the swing, but it didn't help him at all.
The Great sword swung down with brutal strength, sliced the blade completely in two, and cleaved the foe in half. Hissing in anger, the leader leapt forward to join his companions in attacking this insolent human.
The five were now attacking the man, but seemed unable to strike him. He was definitely a skilled warrior, no slow oaf like the rest of the villagers. The figures would have to dispatch this human first before they could continue their search.
One of the beings made a swipe at the man, but the man planted his great sword solidly on the ground, blocking his blow skillfully. What amazed them next was when the man, using his sword stuck on the ground, vaulted over it and planted a nice solid flying kick to the face of their leader.
There was an audible crack as the jaw of their leader broke from the force of the kick. Aiming a slice to the back of the insolent human after he landed, it was frustrated beyond measure when the man, as if expecting an attack from the rear, made a backward roll towards his own sword, rolling under the attack.
Reaching for his sword, the man ripped it out of the ground and twisting his body in a circle, made a low tornado slash and decapitated three of the beings heads from their torsos and sliced off the sword arm of the forth, sending the clawed hand, still holding the blade, to fly off.
Breathing heavily, the man advanced on the weaponless being. Gripping its severed arm in its other hand, hissing in agony all the while, the creature was bent over in agony and never saw the great sword descending on its neck, ending its life.
Then the man heard a sound from his rear. He tried to recover his balance from his overhead swing but his legs, having being strained to the point of breaking on his run back to his village, couldn't move him out of harms way fast enough.
A blade slid through his back and out through his stomach, its tip stained a dark red by his blood. Screaming in agony, the man swirled his great sword in a back hand swipe. The head of the leader, with its hanging broken jaw, flew a good fifteen feet away while its body slumped lifelessly behind the man.
Dropping down on both his knees and letting his great sword fall onto the ground, the man watched in disbelief at the tip of the blade sticking out of his stomach. He was snarling more in defiance than in pain, he reached behind him, took a good firm grip of the blade and snapped it off. With his other hand gripping the blade from the front, he pulled it out, screaming in agony as the blade slid out of his stomach.
After all this, the man had gone way beyond his limits, the pain had become too much. He slumped forward with his head facing the side. The tears that had burned away in his rage came back once again.
"Sarah!!" he whispered softly to himself.
Then as his vision started fading, he saw another of the creatures walking towards him. This creature was tall, taller than the six he fought, but more slender. With green scales covering its body, a slim tail swinging behind, the head looked liked it belonged to that of a lizard. The only difference he noticed on this figure is that it wore a necklace with a purple gemstone hanging on it, while the others he had fought were stark naked.
"I'm coming Mom. Wait for me" he thought as he felt the smooth waters of darkness overtake his mind.
Opening his eyes slowly, he realized he was no longer lying out in the open. He was now in a cave, with a small fire burning nearby. Turning his head weakly to the side, his eyes widened and then narrowed in swift anger. But he was still in pain and his body seemed to have gone numb all over. All he could do was make a low angry growl.
The lizard man sitting on the other side of the fire raised its head and saw that the man was awake. It stood up. It was only then that the man realized that this lizard man was a lizard woman.
Walking to his side, the creature knelt down beside him and put a clawed hand on his chest, as if feeling for his heart beat.
Raising a finger to her lip, she hissed, "Shh, be silent, you are injured badly and you might attract the others."
"Why?!" the man managed to croak.
"Answers you will have, young man. But for now, rest and soon I will tell you all you need to know when you are well."
Noticing the man's eyes widen in puzzlement, she spoke softly, "Have you not heard of my kind before?"
The man found he could not speak anymore through his pain, so he shook his head slowly from side to side.
The Lizard woman sighed, "It is to be expected I suppose, but no more questions, rest now and all will be revealed in due time."
But the man would not rest, his hand snapped up and gripped her by her hand, surprising the both of them with its strength.
"My… people….they…"
The lizard woman's eyes grew sorrowful and she shook her head slowly.
"I am sorry, I tried to save as many as I could, but I am one against many. All I could do is save those that mattered." With those words, the lizard woman glanced to the left side of the cave. Following her gaze, the man saw two small bundles put on top of a pile of soft dry leaves.
"The babies are fine."
The man turned back to gaze at the lizard woman in surprise.
"But they are going to need your strength."
Understanding her meaning and accepting her rebuke, he let go of her hand and let his hand drop back to his side. But still, he continued to look at the lizard woman, a question burning in his mind.
As if she could read every thought in his head, the lizard woman smiled gently (or as gently as a scaly face like that could, at least), "I am called Lyrexis".
The man then suddenly drifted off to a healing sleep.
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#24
icowa
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Posted 21 July 2010 - 12:16 AM
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……. 18 years later …….
Sweat started dripping down the side of his face, the tension of his fear and excitement both making him clench and unclench his hands on his longsword. Knowing that would hinder his reflexes, he forced himself to breathe slowly through his nose, all the while keeping his back firmly pressed against the trunk of the tree.
The forest was quiet now. Too quiet. As an experienced hunter, he knew that all the animals have gone to ground, instinctively knowing that a Rathian was lurking about, searching for him.
There was a snap of a twig right behind the tree he was leaning against. His breathing unconsciously increased and his grip tightened on his sword.
Without warning, the sound of trees being rendered resounded all around him and he quickly rolled away from the tree. Half a second later, he leaped out of his roll and turn back to watch in grim horror as the tree was rent in two. If he hadn't rolled out of the way, his split body would have toppled along with the massive tree.
Holding his sword straight out in front of him, he watched in tensed silence as the Rathian slowly turned around to faced him, having used its spiky tail to slash through several trees in a half circle.
The creature was huge. It had to be at least one hundred and twenty feet in length. All his life, he had never met a Wyvern and it was just his luck he ran into such a huge specimen during one of his hunts. The greenish tinted scales glinted magnificently from the few rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the forest canopy.
Thinking to himself that those scales would make one heck of a fine armor, the huge wyvern suddenly opened its maw as if to screamed out its anger at having him enter her territory. Knowing that he was about to be subjected to a high pitched scream, a method used by most wyverns in an attempt to stun hunters for a brief moment, the hunter braced himself and hunkered down a little with his sword prepared to slash or swipe at the wyvern.
But instead of screaming, the wyvern spoke, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY OAF!!" This was followed by the distant sound of someone giggling.
His eyebrows flew up in surprise and he momentarily lost his composure, "Huh??!!"
Then all of a sudden, it felt like something was crawling up the left side of his cheek, causing it to itch unmercifully. He longed to scratch it, but scratching it would mean he would have to let one hand go of his sword. Not a good idea with a Rathian staring at him from across the splintered tree.
The Rathian seemed to be grinning at him, "I said, WAKE UP!!"
"Wyverns can talk?!" he thought to himself.
Itch itch...
He couldn't help it, he quickly moved his left hand from gripping his sword and slapped his left cheek. As though this was what the Rathian was waiting for, the huge wyvern launched itself at him and he knew he was a goner.
Then he was suddenly smothered by something soft and fluffy, he couldn't breathe. Struggling fiercely, he sat up and pushed the offending object away from his face.
He opened his eyes sleepily and watched in rising irritation as his little sister, giggling uncontrollably at the foot of his bed, holding his pillow which she had used to smother her older brother. The itchy feeling must have been her tickling his cheek, a habit of hers which he hated with a vengeance.
"Neela! What the heck did you do that for?"
More giggles followed. "We're late, Jax. Hurry up and get dressed." And with that, she leaped off his bed agilely and headed for the bedroom door, the pillow still in her hands.
"Oh joy…" Jax thought to himself. He raised both his arms above his head and began to yawn, his left cheek red from his own slap.
A pillow flew into the midst and smacked him right on the face. The sight of him, with his arms raised and a pillow draped over his head was just too much, a burst of giggles erupted from Neela and she quickly dashed out the door.
"I am so gonna kill her one day" Jax mumbled into the pillow.
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Twenty minutes later, Jax was out of his home, dressed in his Velociprey armor. He followed Neela through the small village of Pokke. A decent enough place, but quite lacking in any good tourist spots. But nowadays, more and more people are coming to this part of the world, attracted by the great abundance of machalite ores available in the nearby mountains.
Glancing at Neela walking in front of him, he can't help noticing that his little sister have grown much over the years, she seemed to be round at all the right places, and as nimble as a Kelbi. At age 20, she has already attained her full adult height, but she still barely comes up to his shoulder. Not surprising considering he himself is a good six feet in height.
Neela herself is dressed in her favorite Giaprey armor. Often were the times he tried to argue with her in donning Velociprey armor, but she always argued back that she looks better in snow blue color.
Jax snorted to himself. Trust women to choose fashion over common sense.
Walking towards a house, Jax pounded on the door and was soon greeted by a familiar face belonging to one of their team mates who went by the name of Gronicus. A weird name, thus Neela has comed to call him Gron. Taller than Neela by half a head but shorter than Jax himself, Gron distinguished himself in the team by his mountain of rippling muscles, muscles that makes Jax look slender in comparison.
Hefting a huge hammer he inherited from his late father, it was made up of one complete Kut Ku jaw which he was able to wield with just one hand. Shouldering his massive hammer, Gron grinned mischievously at Jax and stepped out of his home to follow Jax down the street.
"So what's new?" Gron asked. Though not stupid in any way, Gron dislike giving orders or having to think on any situation strategically. Thus he submitted good naturedly to Jax's leadership without much problem.
"Not sure, but Elder requested we meet up with her at noon today. Sure hope it's not just another Giaprey hunting trip again." Jax sighed, Neela groaned and Gron grimaced at the thought.
It was the end of the Fall Season, winter would be setting in soon and that normally meant that the cold tolerant reptiles will be out looking for food, which meant trouble for the occasional traveler or the herds of Popos that the villagers in Pokke village relied on for manpower and transportation.
For the last few months, Jax and his team had been hunting for nothing but Giapreys and it had become little more than just routine, making him wish he really did meet up with something like a Rathian.
Jax sighed. Not that there was any chances for that. Nobody has seen a single Wyvern for several years and if it weren't for Gron's Kut Ku Hammer, he would have wondered whether wyverns were a myth that parents tell their children in order to scare them into obedience.
"Jax, if you don't get down from that dinner table this instant, you're going to be spending the night in the belly of a Diablos," Jax recalled his father saying to him once with a smile.
Gron smacked him on the shoulders, "Dude, you day dreaming or something?"
"Sorry," mumbled Jax, scratching the back of his head, "Guess we'll find out when we meet up with the Elder later. Let's get some early lunch before we do that, alright?"
"Sure."
Grinning from ear to ear, Neela sprints off ahead of them to the nearest tavern. Her love of eating was legendary in Pokke Village. And amazingly, she never seemed to gain any weight at all. Gron smiled as he watched Neela dashing away.
"You have to admit, you really have to wonder where all the food she eats goes to." Both of them chuckled at that thought as the two of them stepped into the table and joined Neela at the table she chose.
Before they were even comfortably settled in their seats, Neela was already ordering the latest menu in huge amounts. Jax groaned. Once again, Neela was eating her way through his money pouch. Gron patted him on his shoulder sympathetically.
As they were settling down to enjoy their lunch which arrive in huge steaming platters, Neela suddenly glanced up and gasped. Surprised at her reaction, both Gron and Jax whirled around to see what had caused her reaction.
A man had just entered the tavern. This was nothing new in any way, but what caught the attention of everyone in the tavern was that this man was tall. Even Nemesis, the tallest man in the village who stood a good six and a half feet tall, would probably just come up slightly lower to this man's shoulders.
Ducking under the door jam, the man walked into the bar. Jax whistled through his teeth at the sight of the great sword hanging behind the man. It was an amazing looking blade; the razor sharp edge was like tempered steel while the body of it was a dark reddish color, looking like scales covering it with pulsing red veins, ending in vicious ivory fangs at the other side of the sword.
His armor was also curious. The plate mail looked very much like the scaly hide of some huge reptilian head, most probably some ill-fated wyvern that happen to cross this man's path in life. Set with dark red scales, it was a daunting piece of armor, with several small, sharp spikes jutting out of the shoulder and knee cover plates, completing its vicious looking nature. Jax caught himself thinking he had best not get into the bad side of this imposing figure.
From examining the equipment, Jax took to studying the man. He was not old by any standards, but neither was he young. Jax guessed that this man was probably in his mid thirties. Handsome in a cold kind of way, Jax felt uneasy at the way the man hovered his sight over everyone in the tavern while standing by the doorway.
He wore his hair long, reaching down almost to his waist, with long hair beside his ears pulled to the back and tied in a pony tail. The front is shorter and seemed to stick backwards in a spiky wave-like kind of look.
The man looked over at Jax, stopped briefly and then hovered over to stare at Neela. Neela felt a wave of uneasiness hit her with the look, and she couldn't keep herself from trembling a little, causing her to drop her spoon with a clank onto the platters.
Gron was looking at the man's armor with his mouth gaping impolitely. Self consciously, Gron looked at his own armor, made from the hides and scales of a Plesioth. Also inherited from his late father, Gron had always been proud of his armor. But when compared to the man's armor, Gron couldn't help feeling small and petty.
Giving Neela a slightly longer stare than on the others, the man turned away as if totally uninterested and went over to sit on a table not quite far from their table, though he had his back turned on them when he sat. So long were his legs that when sitting, it seemed as though the man was crouching instead.
Before Jax could comment on this, the door of the tavern slammed open and in came Black Jack, looking as though he was in a tremendous hurry.
"Emergency conclave called for, all hunters to report to the Guild Hall on the double!!" He shouted and turned to leave, but a hunter near the doorway grabbed his arm.
"What happened?"
Gasping slightly for breath, he replied, "A traveling caravan was attacked in the desert last night, only one made it back."
There were gasps and murmurings all over the tavern at once.
"By what?" questioned the hunter.
"I'm not sure about the details, but I think it was a land shark." With that, he broke loose and dashed out the door to the next nearest tavern
Everyone started getting up and headed for the door. Brief chaos erupted.
"Land Shark?" Neela looked at Jax as she started to stand up.
Jax didn't waste time talking. He stood up and headed for the door, holding it open and letting Gron and Neela pass by him on the way out. Looking over at the imposing man, he saw that he just sat there, unconcerned. Jax only replied one word to Neela as he stepped out into the open with them.
"Cephalos."
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Chapter 2
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……. 18 years later …….
Sweat started dripping down the side of his face, the tension of his fear and excitement both making him clench and unclench his hands on his longsword. Knowing that would hinder his reflexes, he forced himself to breathe slowly through his nose, all the while keeping his back firmly pressed against the trunk of the tree.
The forest was quiet now. Too quiet. As an experienced hunter, he knew that all the animals have gone to ground, instinctively knowing that a Rathian was lurking about, searching for him.
There was a snap of a twig right behind the tree he was leaning against. His breathing unconsciously increased and his grip tightened on his sword.
Without warning, the sound of trees being rendered resounded all around him and he quickly rolled away from the tree. Half a second later, he leaped out of his roll and turn back to watch in grim horror as the tree was rent in two. If he hadn't rolled out of the way, his split body would have toppled along with the massive tree.
Holding his sword straight out in front of him, he watched in tensed silence as the Rathian slowly turned around to faced him, having used its spiky tail to slash through several trees in a half circle.
The creature was huge. It had to be at least one hundred and twenty feet in length. All his life, he had never met a Wyvern and it was just his luck he ran into such a huge specimen during one of his hunts. The greenish tinted scales glinted magnificently from the few rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the forest canopy.
Thinking to himself that those scales would make one heck of a fine armor, the huge wyvern suddenly opened its maw as if to screamed out its anger at having him enter her territory. Knowing that he was about to be subjected to a high pitched scream, a method used by most wyverns in an attempt to stun hunters for a brief moment, the hunter braced himself and hunkered down a little with his sword prepared to slash or swipe at the wyvern.
But instead of screaming, the wyvern spoke, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY OAF!!" This was followed by the distant sound of someone giggling.
His eyebrows flew up in surprise and he momentarily lost his composure, "Huh??!!"
Then all of a sudden, it felt like something was crawling up the left side of his cheek, causing it to itch unmercifully. He longed to scratch it, but scratching it would mean he would have to let one hand go of his sword. Not a good idea with a Rathian staring at him from across the splintered tree.
The Rathian seemed to be grinning at him, "I said, WAKE UP!!"
"Wyverns can talk?!" he thought to himself.
Itch itch...
He couldn't help it, he quickly moved his left hand from gripping his sword and slapped his left cheek. As though this was what the Rathian was waiting for, the huge wyvern launched itself at him and he knew he was a goner.
Then he was suddenly smothered by something soft and fluffy, he couldn't breathe. Struggling fiercely, he sat up and pushed the offending object away from his face.
He opened his eyes sleepily and watched in rising irritation as his little sister, giggling uncontrollably at the foot of his bed, holding his pillow which she had used to smother her older brother. The itchy feeling must have been her tickling his cheek, a habit of hers which he hated with a vengeance.
"Neela! What the heck did you do that for?"
More giggles followed. "We're late, Jax. Hurry up and get dressed." And with that, she leaped off his bed agilely and headed for the bedroom door, the pillow still in her hands.
"Oh joy…" Jax thought to himself. He raised both his arms above his head and began to yawn, his left cheek red from his own slap.
A pillow flew into the midst and smacked him right on the face. The sight of him, with his arms raised and a pillow draped over his head was just too much, a burst of giggles erupted from Neela and she quickly dashed out the door.
"I am so gonna kill her one day" Jax mumbled into the pillow.
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Twenty minutes later, Jax was out of his home, dressed in his Velociprey armor. He followed Neela through the small village of Pokke. A decent enough place, but quite lacking in any good tourist spots. But nowadays, more and more people are coming to this part of the world, attracted by the great abundance of machalite ores available in the nearby mountains.
Glancing at Neela walking in front of him, he can't help noticing that his little sister have grown much over the years, she seemed to be round at all the right places, and as nimble as a Kelbi. At age 20, she has already attained her full adult height, but she still barely comes up to his shoulder. Not surprising considering he himself is a good six feet in height.
Neela herself is dressed in her favorite Giaprey armor. Often were the times he tried to argue with her in donning Velociprey armor, but she always argued back that she looks better in snow blue color.
Jax snorted to himself. Trust women to choose fashion over common sense.
Walking towards a house, Jax pounded on the door and was soon greeted by a familiar face belonging to one of their team mates who went by the name of Gronicus. A weird name, thus Neela has comed to call him Gron. Taller than Neela by half a head but shorter than Jax himself, Gron distinguished himself in the team by his mountain of rippling muscles, muscles that makes Jax look slender in comparison.
Hefting a huge hammer he inherited from his late father, it was made up of one complete Kut Ku jaw which he was able to wield with just one hand. Shouldering his massive hammer, Gron grinned mischievously at Jax and stepped out of his home to follow Jax down the street.
"So what's new?" Gron asked. Though not stupid in any way, Gron dislike giving orders or having to think on any situation strategically. Thus he submitted good naturedly to Jax's leadership without much problem.
"Not sure, but Elder requested we meet up with her at noon today. Sure hope it's not just another Giaprey hunting trip again." Jax sighed, Neela groaned and Gron grimaced at the thought.
It was the end of the Fall Season, winter would be setting in soon and that normally meant that the cold tolerant reptiles will be out looking for food, which meant trouble for the occasional traveler or the herds of Popos that the villagers in Pokke village relied on for manpower and transportation.
For the last few months, Jax and his team had been hunting for nothing but Giapreys and it had become little more than just routine, making him wish he really did meet up with something like a Rathian.
Jax sighed. Not that there was any chances for that. Nobody has seen a single Wyvern for several years and if it weren't for Gron's Kut Ku Hammer, he would have wondered whether wyverns were a myth that parents tell their children in order to scare them into obedience.
"Jax, if you don't get down from that dinner table this instant, you're going to be spending the night in the belly of a Diablos," Jax recalled his father saying to him once with a smile.
Gron smacked him on the shoulders, "Dude, you day dreaming or something?"
"Sorry," mumbled Jax, scratching the back of his head, "Guess we'll find out when we meet up with the Elder later. Let's get some early lunch before we do that, alright?"
"Sure."
Grinning from ear to ear, Neela sprints off ahead of them to the nearest tavern. Her love of eating was legendary in Pokke Village. And amazingly, she never seemed to gain any weight at all. Gron smiled as he watched Neela dashing away.
"You have to admit, you really have to wonder where all the food she eats goes to." Both of them chuckled at that thought as the two of them stepped into the table and joined Neela at the table she chose.
Before they were even comfortably settled in their seats, Neela was already ordering the latest menu in huge amounts. Jax groaned. Once again, Neela was eating her way through his money pouch. Gron patted him on his shoulder sympathetically.
As they were settling down to enjoy their lunch which arrive in huge steaming platters, Neela suddenly glanced up and gasped. Surprised at her reaction, both Gron and Jax whirled around to see what had caused her reaction.
A man had just entered the tavern. This was nothing new in any way, but what caught the attention of everyone in the tavern was that this man was tall. Even Nemesis, the tallest man in the village who stood a good six and a half feet tall, would probably just come up slightly lower to this man's shoulders.
Ducking under the door jam, the man walked into the bar. Jax whistled through his teeth at the sight of the great sword hanging behind the man. It was an amazing looking blade; the razor sharp edge was like tempered steel while the body of it was a dark reddish color, looking like scales covering it with pulsing red veins, ending in vicious ivory fangs at the other side of the sword.
His armor was also curious. The plate mail looked very much like the scaly hide of some huge reptilian head, most probably some ill-fated wyvern that happen to cross this man's path in life. Set with dark red scales, it was a daunting piece of armor, with several small, sharp spikes jutting out of the shoulder and knee cover plates, completing its vicious looking nature. Jax caught himself thinking he had best not get into the bad side of this imposing figure.
From examining the equipment, Jax took to studying the man. He was not old by any standards, but neither was he young. Jax guessed that this man was probably in his mid thirties. Handsome in a cold kind of way, Jax felt uneasy at the way the man hovered his sight over everyone in the tavern while standing by the doorway.
He wore his hair long, reaching down almost to his waist, with long hair beside his ears pulled to the back and tied in a pony tail. The front is shorter and seemed to stick backwards in a spiky wave-like kind of look.
The man looked over at Jax, stopped briefly and then hovered over to stare at Neela. Neela felt a wave of uneasiness hit her with the look, and she couldn't keep herself from trembling a little, causing her to drop her spoon with a clank onto the platters.
Gron was looking at the man's armor with his mouth gaping impolitely. Self consciously, Gron looked at his own armor, made from the hides and scales of a Plesioth. Also inherited from his late father, Gron had always been proud of his armor. But when compared to the man's armor, Gron couldn't help feeling small and petty.
Giving Neela a slightly longer stare than on the others, the man turned away as if totally uninterested and went over to sit on a table not quite far from their table, though he had his back turned on them when he sat. So long were his legs that when sitting, it seemed as though the man was crouching instead.
Before Jax could comment on this, the door of the tavern slammed open and in came Black Jack, looking as though he was in a tremendous hurry.
"Emergency conclave called for, all hunters to report to the Guild Hall on the double!!" He shouted and turned to leave, but a hunter near the doorway grabbed his arm.
"What happened?"
Gasping slightly for breath, he replied, "A traveling caravan was attacked in the desert last night, only one made it back."
There were gasps and murmurings all over the tavern at once.
"By what?" questioned the hunter.
"I'm not sure about the details, but I think it was a land shark." With that, he broke loose and dashed out the door to the next nearest tavern
Everyone started getting up and headed for the door. Brief chaos erupted.
"Land Shark?" Neela looked at Jax as she started to stand up.
Jax didn't waste time talking. He stood up and headed for the door, holding it open and letting Gron and Neela pass by him on the way out. Looking over at the imposing man, he saw that he just sat there, unconcerned. Jax only replied one word to Neela as he stepped out into the open with them.
"Cephalos."
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#25
icowa
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Posted 21 July 2010 - 12:21 AM
wow wow wow.. guess what..
i posted my fanfic at http://monsterhunterfreedom2.com/
and my story has over 1500 read counts.. i think my motivation is coming back..
hehehe
i posted my fanfic at http://monsterhunterfreedom2.com/
and my story has over 1500 read counts.. i think my motivation is coming back..
hehehe
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Posted 21 July 2010 - 01:13 AM
Nevar!!
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urrrkk!! I shall not REPENT
*gets slapped more*
help help.... AUTHOR ABUSE
*gets slapped more and more*
==To be continued... will someone come to the rescue of the poor author??!!, Stay tuned until the next exciting episode==
*gets slapped*
urrrkk!! I shall not REPENT
*gets slapped more*
help help.... AUTHOR ABUSE
*gets slapped more and more*
==To be continued... will someone come to the rescue of the poor author??!!, Stay tuned until the next exciting episode==
