Guess what, guys? It's my birthday today, September 16! And, forgive me, but this is why withheld this chapter in the first place. I wanted to show you my improvement (If any) in hopes to celebrate my 20th year of survival on this planet!
This is all for you! Enjoy! And on with the Show!
Note: Stories from now on would be written in 3rd person view. . . no more 1st person view. Sorry, it's my new style of writing!
Hope you like it.
It was a hot day; that much can be certain. The glaring sun was obnoxiously unkind at this particular time.
The effect of the smoldering hot ball of gas can be varied depending on who or what suffer under it. Some are just immune to the charming quality of the sun (reference to the fact it is hot, based on the intellectual younger generation's slang for attractiveness. If thou doth not acknowledge the meaning of this mirthful jab, good day to you, sir!).
Sadly, there are those who aren't that lucky to be immune to the effects of the sun.
"Ack! Of all days to be out hunting, it's today!" shouted a burly, young man with an impossibly over-sized ax over his back, trailing behind his other two partners. "I could have been home sipping on finely brewed ale."
"Aw, stop your whining! The sooner we can get this hunt done, the sooner we can go home! So, stuff it and keep moving!" Shouted a shorter man, who was adorn in his Tigrex armor and a long-sword strapped to his side.
"The sooner we can get this hunt done, the sooner I won't have to hear him complaining. Meow!" The third member, a palico, jested as he made his way through the thick foliage of the forest they were trekking through.
"Shut it, whisker! Oi, old man. Do you even know where to find this bloody Maccao!?" The man with the ax, donning a plain iron plate armor, asked angrily as he tried to whack away the gnats and other abominable bugs.
"Show some respect to your elders, grub-head! I know the lay of the land like the back of my hand!" The short man said with passion, waving his arms to gesture to the entirety of the forest they were in. "I've been in this bloody mess of a forest to know where and when to find certain beast I'm hunting!"
"And of all the beast to be huntin', you picked the one everyone dreaded to take." The palico said with a depressing sigh. "Meow. I wish to have picked another group to go with."
"Why are we the one taking the request of. . . HE who shall not be named?!" The young said, a small ounce of fear in his voice (I know, we cannot measure the amount of fear with ounces- Work with me here!)
"It's all we can get on our hands at the moment, cat." Replied the short, old man, pausing to catch his breath for a moment.
"Well, I still think this was a stupid idea,"
"Well, you're stupid." Spat the youth at the Palico.
"No, you are."
"Say that to my face, ya little piece of sh-"
Before more could be said, some spat of disdain or whatnot, a sound pierced through the rabbles of forest wildlife and the three's annoying bantering.
The description can't be vividly described, only that it sounded like this: "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARG! . . . . . BEH!"
(Can you comprehend the sound? No? Neither can the three idiots.)
"What in the blue blazes was that?!" The young, burly hunter asked, confusion etched onto his brows.
"Like, hell, if I know!" The short man replied lowly and harshly. He pulled out his sword, propping it into a fighting stance just in case. When nothing leapt out of the trees to gobble them up, he assumed it was safe to take point. "Come on. Let's investigate the sound, eh?"
"Are you crazy, old man!" The palico whispered harshly, holding his vials out at the ready. His furs were already bristling, giving the look of puffed out hairball with arms, legs, tail, and a face. 'Twas a comical sight to behold the cat as anything like a walking furball.
"Scaredy cat." Chuckled the young man, following the older partner to seek out the sound.
"Hey, that was racist! Meow! I take offense to that!" Cried the walking feline, his fur bristling to a point. The other duo ignored the indignant cat, thus letting the cat sighed tiredly as he soon followed suit.
The trio continued onward, cautiously making their way through the dense foliage. Until-
"What in the blue blazes. . .?" Was all the comment one of the three had for what they saw before them.
Out in the clearing, lying on its back facing the sun was a blue Maccao, not the great maccao, a blue Maccao. Now, that ain't the reason why these three are just gaping at it like a fish- oh no, the whole reason for their shocked expression is due to the fact the Maccao was doing a death throe on the ground.
What is odd about the death throe? Well, lo and behold, a Maccao was on its back twisting this way and that, garbling nonsense as it do so. . . holding a rose in its claws.
The three hunters glanced at each other, weirded out by the whole situation as this Maccao continued to thrash on the floor, screeching in its tongue that they can't make out.
"What. . ." The palico, the first to recover from his stupor, asked in confusion. "What am I lookin' at?!"
The short, old man shrugged as he tries to comprehend the scene before him. "Maybe he is going mad from the heat?"
"That must be the weirdest summer heat madness I have ever seen." The young commented, his face morphed into a deadpan.
The creature gags, screeches, babbled, and all sort of sound it could make as it does odd gestures on his back.
"What the heck is it doing?" The younger man asked, feeling uncomfortable and frustrated as he continued observing. "What the heck is it even screaming about?!"
(For all who wishes to hear what it's crying about, here's the translation for the Maccao as it twitches and turns on the ground: "Oh! Woe is me! I feel it! The cold darkness creeping around me- despite the fact it is a hot day- Woe is me!)
"Should we kill it?" The palico asked, his ears leaning to the back of his skull due to loudness of the Maccao's madness. "I say we kill it."
("Ah! Cough! Cough!" Literally, the Maccao said cough. "What a world! What a world we are in! Merciless, cold, unforgiving. . . like my mother.")
"I agree with the cat. . . for once." The youth said awkwardly. . . seriously, he glanced off in a distance shocked at the whole idea for agreeing with anything the cat said.
("Death, you merciless foe! How dare ye!? To strike down a Maccao. . . cough, so young in his prime! Where is the justice to all of that!? Is there none?! Woe is me! Cough. . . Oh, I am cold. . . so alone. . . Ma! Is that you! I see it. . . the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh, wait, no, that's the sun- AH! MY EYES! IT BURNS!")
"Come on. Time to put it out of it's misery." The elder said, walking over to the prone Maccao with his longsword ready to kill.
("Closer. . . closer. . . Perfect! Stay right there! Now!")
The Maccao suddenly reared up, screeching as loud as he can. The trio were startled by the sudden recovery for the beast. Then a shade passed over the old man, who suddenly noticed the dimming of the blasted sun. Before he could glance up-
Splat!
A large mass of green goop dropped on the hunter from head to toe, leaving the end of his longsword sticking out of the mess.
"What the-"
Before the left-over hunters could react, two more Maccao dropped out of nowhere kicking the back of the unsuspicious hunters to the ground in daze. Things were happening too fast!
The youth pulled his ax from its strap and swung in an act of panic recovery only to hit air of where the two Maccao once were. He stood to his height in a battle stance ready to face the three Maccaos, but they were keeping their distance.
"Whiskers, ya okay?" The youth said.
"MeOooow! My back!" Groaned the Palico as he stood from the ground, his paws pressed against his back
"I'll take that as a yes. Listen, get the old man outta there. I'm gonna distract them for as long as I can. We're gonna have to try to bust out of here. This hunt was doomed to begin with."
"Nya - er, I mean meow! I'll get right on it!"
Thus an epic battle began.
The Palico went to the green goo and started digging, while the youth was holding off the Maccaos.
The man dodged an incoming tackle, ducked under an overhead leap, and jumped over a belly-slide leg tackle. All in all, another day for this hunter. In all his years, this battle was another for the list of odd battles he had to go with.
He noticed one of the Maccao going for the Palico while he was still digging. Just as the Maccao leapt, maws wide open to clench onto the small feline, the man shoulder tackled the wyvern aside.
The other two monster began to circle him, then one attacked him with a head-on charge. Seeing the attack, he uppercutted the Maccao upon near collision sending it flying behind him. The last roared in anger for its comrade and started jumping on its tail to spring-attack the hunter.
The spring uncoiled, launchin it towards the hunter who tried to block it. The force was too much for hunter as he fell on his back with the Maccao on top. It grinned victoriously onto the hunter as it lowered its head to chomped onto the young hunter.
The Palico paused in its endeavor to glance at its partner, only for his eyes to widen in fear for him. "No!"
Before the Maccao could close his jaws around the hunter's head, a roar pierced the air which made all of the three (Maccao and hunters, respectively) to pause at the sudden roar. Out of the foliage, came out another Maccao. But this Maccao was different. While the other Maccao were smaller in comparison, this was huge enough to rival a tree. This was none other than the Great Maccao. The feared pack beast of the western forest.
The three Maccao backed away from the hunter to give a respective distance. The hunters were frozen in fear (although the man in the green goo had his head dugged up to allow him to see, he had no choice at the moment with his lower body still covered). They all know this Maccao. Everyone at the village whispered in fear to ever come across this beast on their hunts.
Unluckily for these three hunters, however, this was what they were hunting in the first place. And they all know him by one name. . .
"B-Big Mac!" The Palico uttered in panic.
The youth, brave as they are these days, shook his head to clear the fear in mind and proceeded to attack the Great Maccao with head-on charge with his trusty ax. Big mistake.
Big Mac grinned as the hunter neared.
"NO, DON'T!" The old man warned, but it only fell on deaf ears.
The youth brought his ax down, but it only hit air. He looked around and saw Big Mac nowhere. He forgot to look up.
Crash!
"Ack!" The hunter cried as a massive weight was pressed down on his back. Now he knows how the Palico felt. He tried to move from below the Great Maccao, but the beast jumped on its tail then jumped in air to whack the hunter with it while he was proned. The attack send the man flying back to his comrades, after landing the palico crawled closer to him to try and heal him. It was no use, he fainted.
The two conscious hunters looked at Big Mac as he made his way towards them, the same smug grin still on his face!
It was over! The hunt was going to be their last! Like the past others, they have been added to the list of defeated hunters to Big Mac. 'Twas a good day.
Well, mostly for Big Mac.
Then Big Mac, smiling, reared back and cackled like a mad-wyvern. The still conscious hunters could only watch as the Great Maccao humiliated them with its version of a laughter - an evil laughter.
Then a fly went into his open maw, causing him to choke on it momentarily.
(Let us take this moment to see it now from the Maccaos' point of view, which means their roar, grunts, yips, bark, and meow can be translated.)
"Hagh! Ptooey! Yuck, I just swallowed a bug!" Big Mac said in disgust. He snorted his nose, which launched said fly out of it.
". . . Eeeeeewwwwwww! . . ." Said all the three other Maccaos.
"Ack! It threw off my groove!" Then the same fly proceeded to hover over his vision, taunting the Great Maccao. "Die, spawn of evil!"
Thus an epic battle ensued between fly and Big Mac, only to be interrupted by one of the Maccao when she-
"Ahem, boss? . . The hunters."
-yeah, she said that.
Big Mac paused in his assaults, then blushed (How can they? They have scales?!) at the fact he had been rude to his prey. He regain his menacing aura to approach the hunters, after he threaten a rematch to the fly.
Big Mac neared the three whom were trembling at his approach. He grinned at their reaction. . . Such Weaklings!
"Well, well, well. Ain't this an occasion!" He taunted them, despite the fact they might not understand what had just said. Either way, it was still menacing! Honestly! "It is just sad that other Wyverns make big fuss when it comes to your kinds hunting us. . . I don't see the same problem."
The Palico uttered some sort prayer, while the hunter stuck in the goo was wiggling in a futile attempt to escape.
"Ah ah! Can't have that! Lil' Brach!" He suddenly called.
Just as the old hunter struggled, he ceased just as soon as a noticeable crash resonated behind him. He turned around - as much as he can - and, lo and behold, a Brachiodos! He balked suddenly.
Meanwhile, the Palico was having a heart attack, seeing these monster alongside another monster. The only thing was the Brachiodos may look like itself. . . it was smaller in comparison to the Great Maccao, just by a smidgen close to topping over Big Mac.
In fact, it was a young Brachiodos; still in it's juvenile age, which explains the amount of green goo that stopped old man, which wasn't much by a margin.
The behemoth of a Wyvern roared at the hunter, daring them to challenge it. Until. . .
"No. Down, Brach. Down." The monster complied. "Aww, who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?! You are! You are!"
Then he noticed how weird was, so he stopped and clear his throat. "Um, right. Now," His menacing groove return. "Where were we?!" He grinned evilly.
Screams. . . screams echoed in the distance. . . . It sounded like this: "BEAAAAAAAAAAARGH! BEH!"
[Meanwhile, back at the Village of Mildred.]
"Oh, good morning, Griffin!"Lela, the girl tending behind counter greeted the newly initiated hunter.
"Ah, morning Lela." he smiled in greeting. "So, for my first day of hunting, whaddya got for me, eh?"
"Jaggis!" She replied with the same eager smile. . . except, an awkward pause followed after.
Luckily, Griffin broke it with a, "What?"
"Jaggis are wyvern that hunts in pack-"
"Yeah, I get that. . . but, why Jaggis?"
Lela's smile turned into a confused pout. "Why not?"
"Well, it is just that. . . I mean to say is. . . Do you got anything else?" Griffin said sheepishly with an ounce of hope (again, I know we don't measure emotion with weight- GET OFF MY CASE!).
"What were you hoping for then? Pa usually give small-time hunts for newcomers to help get them accommodated before taking any other risky ones." She explained, a warm smile creeping onto her face. "Look, it's just Pa's way of looking out for every new hunters coming here, so don't take it personally."
"Okay," he sighed. "Fine. I'll take the Jaggi-"
Before he could finish, they (Including all of the villagers) heard this : "BLEAAAAAAAAAARGH! BEH"
. . . . "What the heck was that?!" Griffin asked, looking worriedly at Lela. "Is it a monster?"
". . .I . . . do not know." Was all Lela replied with.
[Meanwhile with Kaleb and the others]
Slap!
"Ack." Silverwing grunted irritatingly, laying on his belly within the safety of Starfang's cave. The reason for such grunt, was because he was taking a nice lo~ng rest. . . only for Starfang herself to ruin it with a wing slap to the back of the head. "What was that for?"
"Get up. We need to hunt."
"We can't hunt. Not with this weather like this." Silverwing replied, nodding at the unbearable summer heat outside. "The herd by now would be moving into another hunting ground area. I am not going to go that far. Not with this heat."
"Fine. . . be lazy. I'll get Cerato and Red-" Starfang stopped talking just as she looked at the said two, only to saw them in a pathetic pile panting exaggeratedly.
They were lying on their backs, Redclaw on top of Cerato. Both of them suffering the most from the heat, due to the fact they couldn't handle it. Or so they claimed.
"Water. . ." Redclaw mewled.
"Where?!" Cerato looked about, only to see none. "You lied to me, Red. . . Curses." He flopped back
Starfang growled in irritation, looking back to Silverwing. "Oh, come on! We won't be getting anything to eat this rate!"
Silverwing paused in thought, gazing to the distant. He then looked to Starfang as he spoke, "You're right. But we also need to cool off. At this rate, we'll be driven mad at the end of week. Well, if some of us already isn't." he glared pointedly at the other two.
"Ah, I remember the taste of water." Cerato exclaimed with a feigned nostalgic look.
"I have forgotten, Uncle Cerato!" Redclaw said as she mocked-faint.
"You poor thing."
Starfang glanced at the two, and started seeing the logic behind Silverwing's word. They might as well get any option at the moment. "What's the plan then?"
"Hmm, how about we visit Maw?" He suggested with a smile. "It's been a while since we visit. There is food and water to cool us off there."
Starfang smiled at his plan. Just as she was about to agree with it, a scream pierced the air. "BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! BEH!"
. . . . . "What the heck was that?!" Silverwing demanded out of curiosity.
"Whatever it was. . . it's dead now." Starfang commented bluntly. She sighed in exasperation, already eager to get out of the cave. They already are going mad.
So how was it?! Tell me and I will improve. By the way, I am now on Deviant Art! Yay. You can find me as Killed-24-7, if you want to trade art tips and compare, if ya want!
I'm still writing, but College just started two weeks ago, so things are gonna be slow.
Also, replies to your message would be in the next chapter. I haven't had the time to get any replies done since I wanted to post this on B-day. This new writing style was inspired by one of my friend, and I hope you all like it.
If ya don't, sorry.
Anywho. . .
Peace!
