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Just your average hunter
Ask/RP blog for MonHun Hunter OCs Sylvie Rossen and Harris Myrddin
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The middle-aged hunter dipped her fingers into a jar of honey, scooping out a fair amount. She carefully capped the jar and pushed through a heavy wooden door The hallway was narrow, but it soon opened up into a large room full of carefully grown plants and flowers. Sunlight filtered in through the large rafters that were left bare to take full advantage of the sunny day. Luckily it had been weeks since the last storm, making the hunter’s job that much easier. Things got awful tedious when the weather was off on and on-- putting up tarps to protect the precious cargo under the open roof.
She gave a shrill whistle, carefully manipulating the reverberations. A mere few heartbeats later, several large insects make their way over to her open palm. Some were beetle-like, others had grand moth-like wings, though they all had some sort of limp to their gait or flight. They took turns lapping at the honey with their proboscis.
“After I’ve spent so many years on the field I’ve come to realize that kinsects are hardy little creatures, yet they tend to have accidents just like us hunters.” she laughed. Sylvie had spent years on this little project of hers; rehabilitating and housing kinsects far too injured or aged to continue diving face first into danger. At least her farm-born blood had come in handy with rearing the plants from little seedlings. They, along with all of the kinsects here were her children and she tended to them on a daily basis. She wouldn’t dare depart on an expedition without someone available to care for her creation.
Once the retirees had gotten their fill Syl stooped down and picked up an aged Grancathar, it’s stub of a severed left wing twitching slightly. “Mimibelle is a good one and I’m glad he made it this far. He was my first and one of the main reasons why I’ve devoted so much of my time into this little project. Perhaps some day we’ll be able to teach hunters how to really hold a glaive.”
Gently, as if carrying a child, she set her old partner down on a tree branch with a tiny bit of nectar to snack on. “All you see here is my family and my creation haha. Although I do wonder what it would have been like if I settled with a much simpler life.... with a family and children of my own... I’m happy.”
#the-prettiest-peco#prompt#a glimpse into her future?#it's subject to change but thats our syl#always caring about others#and absolutely terrible when it comes to finding a relationship omf
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Camellia watched with sorrowful eyes, even pushing out a soft whine to try and snatch the peco’s attention again. She wished for the two humans to get along, but there was also a lingering interest in the odd monster that mimicked her call. He seemed so friendly and now he was turning tail and waddling away!
Sensing her partner’s distress, the rider lurched forward, nudging the Rathian to tell her to pursue. As she monster staggered she lightly flapped her webbed wings with newfound urgency. If she and Syl didn’t pick up their games, they could lose a new friend! It had been such a long while since she had another wyvern to play with. Alabaster was a good companion and made excellent company, but the Barioth’s seniority also gave him the size advantage... It was like comparing a Kelbi to an Aptonoth!
“H-Hey wait er... Don’t go that way!” Sylvie’s voice unintentionally rang out higher than normal. Already the woman had become more jumpy and dodgy, though her desperation was not in her interest, but the maiden who left her smitten with the carefully woven melodies. “A friend of mine is waiting for me outside town-- another rider. If you think I’m pushy, you should see him.” As flustered as she was, Harris would only add to the awkwardness and at that point the poor glaiver wouldn’t be able to maintain her already dwindling composure. Being smooth certainly was taxing.
“Take the East entrance if anything. I understand it’s all the way across town, but he’ll definitely convince you to share a meal with us and meet with the chieftain of the neighboring village.”
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Camellia was startled at first, yet she responded to his reciprocation with a joyful bellow from deep within her chest. Wings unfurled she stretched them to their full length, showing each and every one of her maroon and light pink markings. If he could show off his mimicry and surprisingly brilliant throat, then she could flaunt herself too! A little friendly competition between monsties never hurt anyone and in fact, the little Rathian prided herself in assisting Sylvie and now... she had help!
“My father always told me to be kind to family. Blood or not, you and I became family the second you and that Quropeco became partners. We’re both riders and that in itself is hard to come by. And after all, nothing tastes better than free, haha!” She nudged the displaying Rathian with her elbow to help her settle down, resuming eye contact (or as much as Mirabelle permitted) once Camellia stilled some.
“Since you insist that I’m crazy for asking you out for a meal without knowing you... Your name? If I may of course.” Syl leaned forward, chin resting on the palm of her hand as she waited attentively. Smooth. She was never much of a flirt, but being a rather social butterfly with the other merchants back in her hometown, you learn a few tricks to gently herd people in the right direction. Flirting was just another sense of mysterious flattery.
Just the thought of the maiden running into Harris while scurrying out of the city was amusing, but there was no way he’d let her go off unbothered either. Perhaps his mother had really drilled her rider mentality into their skulls.
All eyes were on Mira as the whole town seemed to fall silent.
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Chest puffed in pride, Camellia nearly toppled Syl by her eagerness to display pride. Her, a queen? It was one of the most flattering compliments someone had been able to muster without the intent of fawning over her every move. Tame monsters were such a rare occurrence nowadays. Her uncommon, striking color and docile nature labeled her as nothing less than a gem among the Wycademy scholars... however the Rathian preferred exploring the unknown with her rider above all else.
The honey-haired rider gave a slow nod, taking her words into consideration. She had a point, and yet in Sylvie's family, 'no' was never the correct answer to an invitation... so she continued to persist. Curiosity gnawed at her heart just as the faint numbness and giddiness loosened up her mind. Of all the people Mira had to shoo away, she must have gotten the toughest egg to crack. Alcohol made it worse. Much, much worse. Lucky for everyone she was a fairly sensible and functional alcoholic with the help of her partner.
"I understand how you feel," she replied simply. "Toiling at the fields all day and tending to honey bees all evening left me with little time for myself and even fewer Zenny to spare." Syl was a farm girl, hailing all the way from Bherna prior to taking up the life of a traveling rider. Had the Wycademy not been compensating her and Camellia, then they'd probably be in the exact same boat as the musical maiden.
She tried to dig up the proper words and chewed at her lip thinking. "I can treat you and your partner to a meal... think of it as thanks for the little show you put on. Back in my home, we used to thrive off of street performances and farm land. I presume a woman of your nomadic musical background has been there before?”
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// If anyone ever wants to rp just shoot me a message my dudes. I'm super flexible in terms of roleplaying with different scenarios, characters, settings, and universes. Heck, I could even use one of my monster characters if you'd like. I'm not really good at the roleplaying biz, but it's fun //
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Lightly nudged by a boot, the flamboyant wyvern crept toward before lightly shouldering in between the persistent folk who hung around after tossing some coin. Probably staring and watching in awe as the dynamic duo efficiently closed up shop as if it were rehearsed just as well as the melodic performance. They weren't getting away that easily.
She clapped and the monster cooed with glee out of common courtesy. Whether she chose to ignore the growing anxiety in the other woman or she was just blind to it, determination shone through. Even if the performer didn't have a pretty face, stumbling upon a rider working in perfect unison with their partner was like striking a goldmine. Naturally you'd like to get to know someone whose lifestyle reflected your own; constant travels and an unbreakable bond with a monster was perfect fodder for a nice little chat
Syl gave her partner one last pat on the head before she plopped back down onto the saddle, legs kicking and dangling without a care in the world. While the Qurupeco was being thoroughly inspected, she stretched a scarred arm and tossed a few Zenny into the had herself. The donation was rewarded with a satisfied huff from the monster as some drinking money was donated to a much better cause.
Camellia persisted and tailed along at an... almost respectable distance, easily picking up on the glaiver's interest. The two shared a special bond, but when even the townsfolk picked up on the slight flicker at the depths of Sylvie's heart, they jested as their beloved rider became the subject of their next gossip. It was about time the errand girl did something for herself! Besides drink.
"Although I arrived only to witness the final act, it really was a lovely performance," she awkwardly praised, well this was new. "Why not stop by the stables with me and take the time to explore the town? You could buy quite the meal here! O-Oh... and I'm Sylvie, and this meandering petal is Camellia."
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It didn’t take very long for the careful plucking of the harp’s strings to reach Syl’s ears. The marketplace was a favorite location among street performers, yet hearing a tune of such delicacy had piqued her interest. Many times she had been forced to brave the unknown with only her Rathian at one side and glaive at her other– it was simply a lifestyle she had grown to love. If this was another adventure waiting to happen, then so be it. The two would dive head first.
Camellia came to a skidding halt, talons scraping as she scrambled for footing. Had she not unfurled her decorative wings and gave a quick flap to slow her barreling charge, a poor person or two would’ve had quite the collision from the Wyvern’s sturdy chest. After receiving clearance from Harris’ mother, Maxine, the townsfolk seemed to have slowly grown used to the presence of the pink creature (of course there would always be some form of apprehension or fear.) However, her disposition seemed to have completely changed from docile to unapologetically excited.
The wyvern stared at the Qurupeco, nostrils flared and already squatting down into a half play bow of sorts. Riders were so few and far inbetween that she had seen most, if not all of the monsters who had clearance to come and go in the town so one could only guess how exciting it was to see a new face... And a qurupeco no less! She could’ve sworn she heard a rathalos calling her, but turns out it was someone who could call one for her!
Syl peeked from behind her partner’s pink head, half expecting to see a crude set up with a handful of people hosting some sort of gymnastic show. Instead, she was rather shocked to see a monster and another woman whose features were as soft as the modest tune of the harp.
Lips pulled into a grin, the rider rose from her perch behind the beast’s neck. Arms folded atop Camellia’s head to cushion her chin. You could say the face matched the music. “Now everyone, Camellia and I are just here because we heard music. Don’t mind us!”
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Upon entering town things seemed... different. The usual hustle and bustle was somewhat muted-- not dead, but excruciatingly slow. Vendors were only dealing with maybe a customer or two at a time, shooting reluctant, yet oddly cheery smiles. To a merchant, seeing the business saunter away with money still in their pockets was the hardest thing to smile at and yet many had already mastered the art of deception.
Syl, accompanied by a very young, very stubborn wyvern knew at first glance something was off about the usual happenings. She gave the bright pink scales of her companion a few firm pats, taking note of how much she had matured in the past few years. Despite being small when compared to an adult, Camellia was witty enough to hold her own and be ridden if need be. Feeling along the arch of the rathian’s back, the woman took note of every little intricacy of her scale hide. To Syl, Camellia was both a daughter and a friend and she was blessed to have a monster who was actually quite an angel... Harris’ Baritoh? A completely different story.
“I wonder where the entire town went,” she murmured to herself as she mindlessly stroked the wyvern’s head, pondering her options. Unconsciously, her hand crept upward and over the steep ridged plates before rubbing at Camellia’s ears. Hours of nagging and nudging had trained the rider to pet her companion to soothe her own nerves as well as her monster’s. It was silly, yet still a better alternative to alcohol, which was openly met with disdain from the growing creature.
Camellia huffed and grunted, giving the flat of Sylvie’s back a rough nudge that nearly toppled her. A squeak of surprise, and a sudden grasp of the muzzle prevented such a fate. “I understand Camille, but it’s Harris’ fault for wanting to wait out of town. If they really wanted lunch that fast, they would’ve stopped by the stables Maxine set up and accompanied us.”
As if she weren’t having any excuses, the Rathian continued to nudge Syl along. Her honey haired companion couldn’t hear it yet, but past all the smaller booths that lived on the outskirts of town, lay a plethora of entertainment and snacks. A life of constant travel from here to there made small days hard to chase down and keep track of, but lucky for them, they arrived perfectly in the high of festival time.
It didn’t take long for Syl to give into the insistence. She simply sighed and with an arm perpendicular to her companion’s back, took hold of a plate and easily swung herself onto the hand sewn saddle stitched together for fine leather and cloth. Chortling with glee, Camellia took off towards the heart of town, talons clacking against the cobblestone pavement.
“Remember the rules... No shadowing the townsfolk, no running in the crowds... and definitely no fire. Maxine worked hard to get us permission from the guild to have you in here. Not many of the folk are used to rides, got it? If you forget I’m having two drinks instead of one!”
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The city’s bustle filled the air with a warm, excited buzz as people rushed too and fro, anxious to complete errands and meet companions in preparation for the celebrations to come. Even under the merciless glare of the summer sun, hearts were invigorated by the eager anticipation that permeated all but the most barren of streets. May Day was just around the corner and it showed.
Of all people, two groups knew how to utilize the excitement better than all others: Thieves and performers. With such dense crowds, the marketplace was the perfect location to both pick pockets and set up and perform for donations. With spirits at such a high, this was the most lucrative season for all traveling performers. As such, one must stand out to get attention and win the hearts of onlookers and one certain performer dominated the space.
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