The Misty Peaks. A beautiful place with forests, waterfalls and a nice view of the ocean. But also home to many monsters. From the mighty Rathian to those pesky Bullfango, almost all can live here. But right now, we only care about one particular Monster.
A Lagiacrus. The sea wyvern of thunder.
On this day it was quieter than usual. He hadn't seen a single hunter or monster yet. But that didn't bother the Lagiacrus, it made the day even better. Because he had found a calm spot near the water, where lots of fish were swimming about, oblivious to their fate. Catching some fish, resting a while, catching some more fish… He'd probably be staying here until nightfall, what else was there to do than eat and enjoy the hunter-free time? Well, there was… something…
There was an unknown scent in the air... had someone claimed this fishing spot before him? He heard rustling, turned to the source of the noise and glared at it, waiting for something to come out. Was it a hunter? Sometimes they smelled like metal, sometimes like something that was once alive and other times like things he had never smelled before. But this smell was different. It was cleaner, fresher and more alive. He could've fallen in a bed of flowers and it would've smelled almost the same. A snout came out of cover. He knew who that belonged to, he could remember looking at a Mizutsune with the exact same flower-y head shape. At least similar head shape, he was very far away when he saw it the first time. But now it was looking at him. Did he steal its fishing spot? Was it looking for a fight? Whatever it was, he had to stand his ground, backing off was not an option. Getting into a fighting stance, the Lagiacrus stared at the Mizutsune and waited for it to make a move. Its move was tilting its head a little bit. He waited some more, but it just continued to stare back. He stomped with one of his front legs and made a noise similar to a growl. But all he got in return was a curve on his opponent's muzzle. Was it smiling at him? Well, he didn't know what smiling was so, who knows. It stopped tilting its head and came closer to him, revealing its entirety. How could a monster be so… pretty? He couldn't help but notice it. The variety of colours, the petal like shapes on its head, the fur that looked so perfectly brushed… no, he had to stay focused. No admiring the local wildlife. As soon as he was back to normal thinking he saw the Mizutsune was coming closer and closer quite fast. Quick, think, act before… it was too late. It had knocked him over and had him pinned down. Before he could even try to escape, it had put the tip of its snout on his. Of all things, that was one he did not expect at all. This confused him so much he forgot priority #1: escape and counter attack. So they just looked each other in the eyes. One of them more warmly, the other more shocked-to-death. But hey, what's a kiss without some more luv, hmm? So the Mizutsune rubbed its head against the Lagiacrus' and got off of him. Full of confusion, questions and shock he just continued to blankly stare at the sky above him, where the eyes of the other once were. After a couple of seconds a bubble flew past his field of vision. He looked to the left to find his former rival playing with bubbles out of boredom. Looks like he was absent for longer than he thought. The mighty Lagiacrus got back up on his feet… only to slip and fall back down again. And, it looks like the Mizutsune produces those soapy bubbles with its body somehow, because he was almost entirely covered with them. He heard a snicker and rolled his eyes in the direction of the noise. There it was. With the same curved muzzle it had moments before. Getting back up, without clumsily falling over this time, he came to the conclusion that it didn't come here to fight him. What else it wanted here, was still to find out. Maybe this was all just a hallucination because he ate too much. Or too less? Either way, he felt hungry for more fish. On his way to the water he got stopped. The Mizutsune put its tail in his way. He looked back at it but now the look on its face had changed. It went from a playful smile to a broader smile and lowered eyelids. By now the scent had changed, too. But he knew this scent. At least he thought he knew, he didn't know what was right or wrong by this point. Was that the smell of… No, it couldn't… Or maybe? Was that Mizutsune a female? After it retracted its tail and leaned in closer to him, his thought came to an end.
Maybe he wouldn't mind sharing some fish.