So I've decided to go and try writing a story again, this is inspired by MHStories, and I will try my best to not let the story suxk, one thing I know for sure is that I need an editor, if anyone has an idea of who to ask, or is one themselves , please help me out, so without further notice, I will began writing a published chaptor one.
The Ratholos had been at its best the entire day, and waiting eagerly for its mate to make it back to the nest, for she was to bring food for the six hungry rrathlings that chirped and yiped at each other below his feet. The clutch had hatched the week earlier, and the yolk from there eggs had run out just about an hour before, and their mother had been gone exactly that time. The desert region in which they resided was slowly making its way toward a beautiful sunset, throwing a myriad of purple, grey, pink, and orange, lights across the horizon. It was at that moment the Rathian had flow back to the nest. The Rathalos raised its head to greet its mate, only to give a short gasp of terror. She was covered head to toe in her own blood, gashs and cuts zigzagging across her once smooth and flawless hide. He didn't even get the chance to shield the chicks eyes eyes before he was hit.
The bullet came from behind him, and stuck him at the base of his head, sticking there and releasing a toxic substance that quickly dissolved into a poisonous cloud of venom. He turned around, only to get hit with another projectile, and this time get gourged halfway into his chin, and stay there. The enraged parent quickly spotted the one who had dared attack his family, a dark skinned humman woman in what looked like an armor made from a duramboros. He let the venom in his fangs splash down his face, before igniting the substance his flame sac made, letting dense inferno lick and drip down his neck at he took aim at his quarry. But at that moment, with his head up, gaining momentum for his fire ball, the bullet from earlier suddenly burst, in a huge blast that covered the spam of his body, his head at the center. The fireball ignited at the same time, causing a bigger explosion, knocking him on his side, winded and barly able to see we the smoke covering his face.
He felt unbelievable pain as two large blades cut down on his wings, on etheir side, with bone breaking force. He coughed up a far deal up blood as he flipped on the ground flying high into the air mid-jump. He looked down at a horrific sight, he's chicks lay scattered on the ground, dead and mutilated, his mate dead right in front of them. There were three hunters clad in heavy alloy standing over a sole surviving chick, a Pink Rathian, the runt of the litter, and last to hatch. His being filled with rage, ignoring the unrealistic pain in his wings, as well as the poison running through his body, he flew at breakneck speeds towards the hunters. They only got to see the shadow past by, before his deathly talons closed on two of the bodies, knocking the weapons from there hands, and squeezing the life out of them, breaking their spines. He's next move was to swirl mid-air again and fly back at the last hunter.
The man lifted hisimpossiblely large sword to block the strike, but was not prepared for the rath to completely pass him. The now free of poison in his system father had dropped one of the hunters bodies and made a made dash for its daughter. The man in alloy armor widened his eyes before wildly jestering to the gunner, which was already loading his durambarrel. When he look up, he met with the other hunters body as he flew into him. TheRathalos had thrown the other body in his talons at the man, with his sword, unready to block, got hit and tossed into the gunner.
By the time they had sorted themselves out, the only hint of the flying wyverns was a dark silhouette in the distance, the cursing that followed would have made the moga village cheif wonderful what went wrong with today for them.
The injured Ratholos flew until his wings gave out from above him, thankfully they were flying low to the ground, the father knew he was on he's last legs, and knew his daughter had little chance of surviving alone. He looked at his surroundings, he had flown for at least a day straight, and the pace he flew at made most who noticed dizy, the area was well watered, with streams running down from a nearby river. The vegetation consisted of long grasses as far as the eye could see, fadeing into a lake beach, at which a couple kelibi were drinking. He wasted no time, he burned one to the ground with the little energy he had left, and sit he's daughter down on the carcass, the little Rathain started eating immediately. The father sighed weakly, the gashs on he's wings had worsened greatly durned he's forces prolonged flight. He had little left in him to do anything and he knew it. So he did the last thing he could before he passed. Using the last of his life force for energy, he flew high into the air, and as he let himself freefall, roared a huge roar, that of a full grown Rathaloas in its prime. The roar scared the living crap out bof everything withing a fifty mile radius, even a dreaded deviljho know the roar of a proud parent, and fighting a monster that had something to defend usually ended up bad.
The little Pink Rathian hadn't even heard her father's death scream, the past few hours stress had taken its tow on the rathling, and she had curled up in the remaining meat and skin, and dropped, out cold. The next few days passed by similarly, with her waking up and eating from the carcass, then fainting, the day she ran out of meat, she tried to go find some on the river, what had ended up happening was not been what she had hoped for.
A pack of velociprey had come after her after she tried to eat from there kill. She didn't remember much before she blacvked out, but what had really stuck out was a black silhouette standing over her, a human silhouette...
II think this is good for it not being edited, so like ni said, if anyone knows an easily accessible editors please help me contact them, well, that's all until I update agian, bye
