But donâ–“t go wondering the village chief warned.
For the fearsome Rahjan would get you, with its two big horns.
Brotherly and joyful as ever, the citizens began the feast.
Snow covered Kokoto in a blanket.
Business was slow but the effort was made.
So eventually the shopkeeper settled on a trade.
Gifts were given, from weapons to trinkets.
Among the frost not one Wyvern stirred.
Groups of Felynes would huddle by the fireplace.
The air was silent, nothing could be heard.
The time was slow, and so was the pace.
Kokoto was cosy, but very cold.
Over the seasons granaries and larders grew rich.
Memorable tales and legends would be told.
Khezu, the cave Wyvern screamed at a high pitch
Overlooking Kokoto was a Brango hoard.
The leader gave out an intimidating roar.
A famous hunter dashed in, wielding a Greatsword.
One by one, he cut them down, he was left wounded and sore.
The town of Kokoto mourned and cried.
Over their beloved hunter who had died.
They preserved Agito, the hunters weapon.
He would forever be known as a legend.
Christmas spirit was saved once again.
In honour of the hunter, men would train.
Their first task was to hunt the Giaprey.
Off they went, into the fray.
Happy holidays Monster Hunters.