User blog:Monster.hunter.owns.all/The monster hunter story - the hunting apocalpse

not sure how this goes, made this story a while ago but only the first few chapters, so I just thought I would share. Might write the rest soon :)

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Monster hunter story - The hunting apocalypse

The shimmering moonlight glistened on the peak of the snowy mountains; the elder dragon’s empty silver shell radiated angelic light. This recently shedded armour like shell was once upon the mighty elder dragon, a powerful creature that has slain many hunters that have challenged it. The kushala daora. The wind whipped at its steel like carapace, the new sheen of its shell seemed to open the very heavens, lightning and thunder channelled its rage and the mighty elder dragon seemed empowered.

It was evident to the hunters, crouching under the ledge underneath the peak of the mountain that the kushala daora sat on like a icy throne that this was no ordinary wind elder dragon, it was the most powerful it could be. G rank.

These hunters knew that it would overpower them in mere minutes, the strong icy breath would drain there life with no mercy. Their faces evidently pondered the problem; knowing hunter rank 4 hunters could not stand against this beast and live to tell the tale. Although they were the greatest poke village had to offer, this would inevitably be their end. The hunter with a crimson red great swords mind whirred and decided it would be best for him to sacrifice himself to save his comrades.

Nodding at the hunters for the last time, he leapt out into the open, grasping his weapon and readying himself for the fate that awaited him. This mans name was Aldion.

The kushala daora’s eyes flickered with rage as they focused on the mere mortal that had stepped forth to challenge its mighty power. The dragon almost sneered at the pathetic challenge as it leapt of the tip of the mountain, hovering in place in front of the hunter using its muscular wings to beat the air around it. Is claws, razor sharp pierced the ice as it elegantly landed in place, meters away from the doomed hunter. Frosty breath leaked from the dragon’s mouth, creating a mist that quickly began to serge through the snowy area.

Aldion now began to feel fear and adrenalin course through his body as he stared hopelessly into the eyes of this god like creature. Suddenly a violent flash occurred in front of both the hunter and the elder dragon. Up until this point, Aldion had thought that his friends had fled the mountains and saved their own souls from damnation. He should have known better. The two remaining hunters joined Aldion’s side just before the kushala daora recovered from the flash bomb that they had quickly thrown.

Enraged from the sheer cowardliness that these humans had shown by blinding it, the dragon roared with utter ferocity and power, shaking the heavens. This roar could be heard by the villagers in pokke, nearly shattering the ear drums of the hunting team that dared to stand in its presence.

Aldion began to question the decision of the other two hunters, Helnos and Elirentia but the look that he received from them was enough to realise that they weren’t going to abandon him to a icy grave, at least not alone. Smiling at the companion ship that had been shown he drew his weapon and held it firmly in front of him, the flames licking the tips of the fangs melded onto his blade. Helnos and Elirentia both drew their weapons, a rathian gunlance and vicious looking tigrex duel swords, standing beside each other and making one last stand. “Alright kushala, you want a fight, we’ll give you one to remember” he shouted loudly. “Charge!”