It's been raining for three days now. Something about the rain suppresses the psychic trackers, so I can't feel my men, or the damned Rathian. It's been 46 hours since we got seperated, and the rain hasn't let up. Its not that I'm worried about WarSky and Janus, they can take care of themselves...it's just...something feels wrong. Yeah, I know. Not really what you want the newly selected Black Elite to say, but it's true. The three of us have been hunting together since we were kids, and now we're the Elites, with families of our own. Family...my wife. Nevaeh was due anyday, then we got called into this steaming jungle to track down an Ian that's been cattle snatching. Reload the rifle, adjust the earring the old man gave me, and send out one more psychic beacon...I want to go home. I want to get my friends and get the hell out of here.
My name is Akamu WarSong, and I am the 4th Generation Black Lion Elite. My Great Grandfather led the group of five Great Hunters, who after five days, drove the Black Dragon into the Volcano, and imprisoned him there, saving the people of Kokoto. The mantles of leadership have been passed down from parent to child for four generations, always after the child's 20th harvest. Janus became the Yellow Elite 2 years ago, and my brother WarSky and I became the Red and Black Elites at harvest past. The Blue Elite is a woman named Nio, titled at harvest a year ago. I don't know much about her, except that when she was very young, her father sent her to the East to train in the "status ailment" method of hunting. I should make an effort to learn more though...she and WarSky are to be wed in only a few months. And the last is my beautful Nevaeh, who will be titled as the Green Elite at the next Harvest festival. I've got to stop thinking of her and get into the clearing ahead...maybe there I'll be able to (here)WarSky?...it's faint, but I can hear his beacon in my head again. The rains must have stopped, because its COME HERE getting stronger. It's coming from...from the south. Near the caves.
Sneaking through the trees isn't the fastest way to the caves, but it'll keep me from being spotted by any roaming Ioprey packs. Elite or not, there's now way I want to take on six COME here or seven hungry raptors by myself. That last one was a little ragged around the edges...Please be okay, WarSky. Big Brother is coming.
Two nights ago, we were ambushed. We didn't realize then that the rain was dampening our psychics, which is how those creatures got so close so fast. Janus caught the first one in the neck with his carving knife, and after that, one of them crushed our Light Stone. I wrestled one to the ground and severed its jaws with my bare hands before I could get out of the camp...no distress beacons meant everyone had gotten away, or so I thought. It wasn't until a few hours later, when I tried to flash my location to the others, that I realized why I hadn't felt the raptors coming, or any distress calls during the fight. It would have been nice if my Father would have told us that psychic tracking malfunctions in heavy rain...would have been nice if he'd told me lots of things. COME HERE...AKAMU I have to be close now if WarSky knows its me, but where...Oh Shit. He's in the nest. It's coming from the nest.