This should be something compeltely different from what you are used to in Monster Hunter. All the monsters in this story are anthropomorphic, meaning they are as human in appearance and personality as the hunters who hunt them, only much bigger (or smaller). But they all possess the same parts and armor as the monsters they represent. I think of the characters in clothing or armor acting as their skin and shells, but just doesn't get removed. This story comes from the view of one particular monster I've been working on for some time.

I hope you like this new idea. Also, this is only the Prologue, so there isn't much yet.

In the Sandy Plains, an Altaroth sniffed about until she came across the scent of a firedouse berry. She clicks her mandibles with glee as she races towards it. But as she approached, someone got in between her and her prize. She looked up to see a Hunter. His amor shined in the sun, as did his bowgun.

The loud sound it gave off as he rapid-fired pierce shot caused her to screech and duck her head. But just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. She looked around, just to be safe. She didn't smell anything but the berry.

She quickly ran over to it and popped it in her mouth. She didn't chew it, but swallowed it whole, where it was deposited into her sack. She looked both ways before making a break for it down the open area.

The Alteroth was almost to her nest when it suddenly collapsed, revealing a Barroth. He had smashed it open with his reinfored head and was snacking on her sisters. She wanted to help, but she was smaller than his foot.

But as luck would have it, another hunter appeared, wielding a metal greatsword. The Hunter raised her weapon and severed part of the Barroth's wounded tail. The Altaroth would have cheered if she didn't have to get the berry back to what was left of the nest. Inside, she crawled through the long tunnels, passing by more of her sisters. Fortunately, there were many of her kind. A few lost workers would never end the hive.

Once she found her way to food storage, she coughed up the berry and put it in the pile. She then went back to the enterance to look for more food. But just as she was leaving, a foot comes down and puts her back in the hole. It was one of the Hunters!

She clicked her mandibles and jumped out to chase them. She stuck her abdomen up into the air and fired a sticky blob of acidic fluid. The Hunter yelped as she was hit from behind and lost part of her armor's defense. The Altaroth charged again, but had to stop when the Barrot charged, taking the Hunter out with one blow of his crowned head.

While a group of Felynx snatched her away on their wagon, there was a horrible sound. The Altaroth looked around, but her eye sight wasn't the best at long distance. But she smelled something foul in the air. It smelled like the death of a thousand Monsters and Hunters.

She watches as the Barroth is picked up off his feet by a larger Monster and tossed to the side. He came crashing down with enough force that two more Altaroth popped out of the nest in surprise. One swish of the larger Monster's tail slapped away two Hunters, leaving the third to keep firing his bowgun. But there was little that he could do as she charged at him. His piercing shots could only stick in her tough skin and stay there.

Infuriated by the pain, the Monster reared her head and roared as her head and back turned a bright red. In her rage, her body seemed to grow, revealing the wounds of all her battles. These were wounds that would never properly heal, driving her into madness with the sheer pain that she suffered.

As she is about to devour the Hunter, the Barroth slams into her side. But she stood a good several feet over him and sank her teeth into the armor on the back of his neck. Her acidic saliva hissed as it began to break down his shell. The Barroth screamed and pulled away, leaving a chunk of shell in her mouth. She happily chews this morsel and swallows it quickly. But she wanted more, she always wanted more.

The Barroth knew that he wasn't going to win, so he started digging with his crown and dissapeared into the ground. The horrible Monster didn't care, there were Hunters for her to eat. But as round after round pelted her hide, she reared her head back and breathed a stream of black lightning. This was her power, the power of the Dragon Element. The Hunter wails as he is torched alive. He doesn't move, and the Felynx were too afraid to help. Then the Monster turns to see the Altaroth, frozen with fear.

After consuming the hunter, the Monster turned and looks down upon this tiny creature. It was barely even the mouthful that the Hunter was. But she opens her mouth anyways and comes down on the Altaroth, who is screaming in fear.

Then she opens her eyes as she was hit with enough electricity to take down a whole squad of Hunters. It was all a dream, oh good, it was just a dream. And why in the world was she dreaming that she was an Altaroth?

They were tasty, and crunchy, and sometimes full of tasty goo, but why would she dream of being one? And what was this thing in her mouth? She tried to chew it, but it moved about and was covered in a slimy film. It was tasty, but quite familiar.

"Bad dreams?"

She looked up and saw that she was chewing on the Khezu known as Sparks. She looked back down and saw that she had the flabby skin of his chest in her mouth. "Oh!" she let him go as she said that, allowing the skin to pull back into place. There were marks where her teeth had punctured his skin. A small amount of blood was seeping from the wounds, from which she couldn't keep her eyes off. She had to taste it, even for a second.

"Stop that."

She looked up, "Stop what?"

"You're licking again."

Her face almost exploded from the heat and her temperature skyrocketed. "Sorry! I'm so sorry!" She pulled away and rolled out of the nest they made together.

"This is what happens when you forget to eat before you go to nest. I tried to warn you." Even with his serious tone, he was trying his best not to smile. She couldn't see his face from the folds of extra skin over his head, which acted much like a hood, but she could see his mouth. She punched him and he laughed. "Just like old times."

"Stop! You're making me blush, and blushing makes me hungry!"

"Everything makes you hungry."

She wanted to reply, but she was short a witty responce. Such was the life of the Deviljho known as Joan. But to her friends, she was also known as Devil Jaw Joan.