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// my sideblog was acting fucky because of course it was, so MonHun AU-ish blog is now it's own fuckin' bEAST, still at @bequeathedoblivion

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"A wise choice. There are sides." Though, a fellow researcher is unlikely to get swept up in chores. "Is that so? An illustrated guide. Hm." They flip open their book, the stylized guild stamps marking every new creature making them actually think about how those... were just about the only sort of illustration they used. They'd seen some sketches from the New World in Wyverian books before, but they never thought of who made them all...

"Ah, well, you're in luck, someone brought back a... well, at least most of a Quema—" but before they can even finish the sentence, the new face suddenly mentions their bird. Oh. Right. New. They quickly turn right back around to face them. "Ah... yes. Her name is Tyúkocska." They furrow their brow and look at the bird is clearly drawn to the sudden motion and excitement with hawklike head-tilts. They raise a brow. "We have many. You will get used to them quickly, I'm sure. The nearby village gifted us a flock of our own. ... Tyúk, here, girl."

They gesture the bird closer for Hieronymus to see better. She really is a beautiful creature with a good muscular build and absolutely brilliant gemlike green and red plumage against black stripes and scales. And despite being clearly used in hunting and wearing all the tack and extra equipment needed for it, her feathers are distinctly brushed and neat, as if she had just been very dotingly groomed. She does lean her head to investigate Hieronymus warily, though not skittishly.

The closeness doesn't appear to unnerve the Wyverian, though they do shift on their toes to rebalance themself so they don't topple over. "Yes, I'm the new researcher- my name is Hieronymus. I'm here to assist in the creation of a fully illustrated guide to the flora and fauna of the Forbidden Lands. But Perhaps I should also hold off on making my entrance until the bickering has ceased as well. I don't want to choose sides this early on in my residency."

Their eyes scan over the hunter and their strange armor and weaponry, but they're immediately distracted by the big new bird. "Oh! Is that a seikret? It's magnificent!"

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"Yes. That's the one." They sigh and hook the empty canteen to their belt. They're still... wary about the arrangement, but she's stubborn and it's on orders.

Though at the mention of... the purity of said oasis, yes, he is very right about that, too. They've probably still had worse, but it wouldn't be at all pleasant. Not that it seems to be dissuading this new face from fretting. He must see them as green rather than just used to it. "I suppose I'll be able to tell based on how thick it is. Maybe I'll luck on finding a vigormantle, instead." Though a good way to encourage healing and indeed some kind of liquid, it was still rather, er, thick itself to quench thirst. If anything, it made them thirstier, like guzzling weird grassy honey.

Though as this strange older hunter comes closer to try and help them, they bristle up like an animal approached a little too quickly, and quirk their lips. They eye him, their bloodied leg through torn fabric and leather, him again...

... He's not going to leave, is he. It was hardly worth his trouble, and yet. They shift in the sand a little and eye off to the other side before pushing themself up on their own power, ignoring any help he might be offering, and meeting his gaze again. "If you're really that worried about it and it will make you feel better."

It's clear that it's at least uncomfortable putting too much heedless weight on the leg, fresh as the wound is and as little as their face betrays it.

"Maybe so, but that's why we have potions. Here. Let me help you up, and we'll get you washed off. Just...fair warning that a not-insignificant amount of water in that oasis is Chatacabra spittle."

So they might not want to actually drink any of it. Bathe, fine, but there's fish in that water, and the local Chatacabra often rest their fat, leathery laurels there, so it's probably not potable. "Your partner? Oh, the cute one with the big coat?" There's some affection bleeding into his tone, but the same affection one might use for an especially fat kitten, endeared and full of warmth.

"I weren't trackin' 'em, though, nae. Here, let me help. I've done my fair share of field dressin' wounds."

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Their own seikret lifted her head and started a careful sniff of the other, giving a low rumbling crackle of a greeting between the two.

Viki on the other hand, stopped just short of being too close. "Right into it. They're so small and black and round. Though, I've done harder than live without easy nutrition." They smirked sharply. There was not hostility, clearly not. Hunters were Hunters and all here on order of the Guild, they'd gotten over the hump of having at least more people than they were used to around them. By order. No, it was just... something distant and wary under a veil of comfortable casualness.

"Investigation. Gypceros sighted nearby. Apparently acting a little too aggressive for anyone's comfort. A rider barely made it back with his bird's tail still feathered." They cocked their head. "And you...?"

|| 🦂 ||: ❝ They really do just bore into your soul, don't they? ❞

They're too precious to eat, in his humble opinion, but saying that aloud often earned him a couple side eyes. Best to avoid it. Especially since they were already watching him.

Instead, as they approach and dismount their Seikret does he do the same. Landing on the sandy ground with a soft thump and patting Nightshade's side to let the bird wyvern know it could wander about.

|| 🦂 ||: ❝ So. Out on an investigation? Or are you simply passing the time? ❞

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They were fussing idly with some tack on their seikret, and they sure did look like they had some idea of what they were doing: covered head to toe in armor and with a big set of nasty chain blades on their back.

Though, they weren’t expecting the sudden voice behind them in camp, and maybe whipped around a little too intensely. “Hm—” Oh… that was… a very colorfully dressed Wyverian. They cocked their head. “Ah, you are a new researcher, yes?” They leaned a little too fast, a little too close, and a little too sharply to be generally socially expected, then narrowed their eyes… and seemingly were satisfied enough to ease back again. “Interesting pigment choice. Back there. You can’t miss it, there’s two researchers arguing about Pallbug diets and color last I checked. I was supposed to drop off a specimen, but a god hunter knows when to let a turf war resolve.” They flash a sharp grin.

“Huh… Strange, I didn’t hear of any coming today, though, you must have been sent ahead of the others...”

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The artist crosses the gangplank from ship to the base camp and squints through the haze, wrinkling their nose in disgust at the new environment. From the stories that had made it back home, they had anticipated spectacle- not all this dust and grime. This would be difficult. "Euuuugh.... it's all sooo.....beige...."

The fact they were the most colorful thing in the landscape did not escape any of the camp's notice, as guild members and merchants alike start whispering in hushed tones. They shrug their pack further up their shoulder and approach the first person they see that looks like they know their shit. "Ah! Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the researchers' tent?"

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"Ah—" Okay, yes, that catches them off guard. Though, not like a friendly sounding voice is much more than what they'd just dealt with. ... Though they really weren't expecting anyone all the way out here...

They simply roll their head to glance over their shoulder, brush their hair from their face to make sure that is a person— that armor is impressive— then raise their hand in a sort of passive half-greeting. "... Ah. Good advice, yes. But I marked down an oasis not far from here. I'll refill it. No use trying to dust it out dry." They sigh and start brushing away the wet sand and debris, only pausing to flicking away a bloody pebble across the sand. The pain is nothing, the sand is just irritating. "Hm. Besides, my partner will be back."

One more eyeing over of the wound. Decent enough. Judge its depth by measuring it with their thumb. Deepish, but walkable. They pull a roll of bandage out from a belt pouch. "Weren't tracking the Balahara, were you?"

Grumbling. Expected, when you've got someone with less experience dealing with untamed wilderness (not a high bar), and a maybe a bit less grace than desired. Quite a lot of sand all up in everything, too, which is also expected.

What Viki might not be expecting, though, is a soft, weathered, thickly-accented voice floating over the sand, issued from an older gentleman with long, fiery hair, a gnarly scar dragging over his right eye, and decked in a modified set of Silver Rathalos armor, designed to easily come off.

"Oi. You might wanna let the Meowdic have a look at that, instead of wasting all your good drinkin' water on a scrape, love."

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There was a not-insignificant amount of grumbling coming from the behind that boulder out in the sandwastes. And a not-insignificant amount of sand being poured out of a boot before it was cast aside with one of a pair of greaves.

Nothing like getting stuck in a Balahara pack's trap in the middle of a sand storm to get grains of everything in your everywhere. They began peeling up their pantleg to get a bandage on their gooier 'trophy', ignoring the sand in the back of their shirt. And while the couple of black pearls and the gem weren't a bad price for the nuisance, and they had given the beasts a proper and good death— they were, in fact, still bleeding. And the wound was full of sand. Extra fun. They sighed, sat back with a frown, and casually dunked their entire canteen out over it. This was fine.

"Ow."

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About

Name: Viki Nickname: Hunter, Fangs, "Bitey" Age: 30 Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Gender: Agender (They/It) Profession: Monster Hunter by official employ of the Hunter's Guild Weapon Specialty: Dual Blades, Sword and Shield, Bow Personality (WIP): Viki is a strange thing. Having survived a mission gone harrowingly wrong that left them scarred and hardened, their attitude can flippantly bounce between distant and bristly, and conversely cheeky and overly casual. This capriciousness makes them a bit of a hard sell to most, but they show a softer spot for animals and children. What's not hard to figure out is their skill. They are a notoriously efficient (and sometimes near feral, according to their fellows) hunter who aims to give all they encounter a 'good and worthy death'. This has lead to them one too many times into dangerous situations before emerging a long while later looking a bit too satisfied for someone who got chewed on by a Rathalos. There is something under the surface though, a troubled scar that aches a lot more than they want anyone to see, that only peeks out in small glimpses, like them zoning out or wandering off for hours at a time on their own. They are wary of working with others after their previous incident, which they often refuse to speak about, but recently have been assigned to more cooperative work in the Forbidden Lands...

Companions

Palico's Name: Cica (Female) Seikret's Name: Tyúkocska (Female)

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Death is at your fingertips, make it a good one.

Monster Hunter Wilds muse, follows from @sanguine-salvation (very much a work in progress.)

- Semi-Selective, Lit/SemiLit friendly

- 18+ only, mun is 30+

- AU/Multiverse/Crossover friendly

About || Rules

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Rules

Same rules from @sanguine-salvation apply, but just for a refresher:

This is a semi-selective 18+ blog. I will only write with mutuals for the time being. However, OoC interactions (questions/asks/memes) don’t require being mutuals. You (the mun) must be 18+ to follow/interact. No NSFW or suggestive interactions will be permitted or accepted with underage characters. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, this is a hard line. Roleplay in the form of chat, asks, short-form, and long-form (para and multi-paragraph) are all welcome.

Canon characters, OCs, or crossover characters a entirely welcome! (I will try and look into your fandom as best I can for the latter!) Verses/interactions/AUs will be tagged accordingly so you (& I) can keep track. Excessively long posts will be hidden behind read mores or otherwise trimmed down.

Bigots begone. If you (the mun) are a TERF, SWERF, racist, transphobe, homophobe, fascist or neo-nazi, antisemite or otherwise religiously bigoted, or any other purveyor of hateful beliefs, you will get a big fat block-on-sight. You are on the wrong blog.

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Don’t metagame or godmode. C'mon, friendo, be cool. That will not fly here, I am way too old to have patience with that stuff. Respect is key. I control my character, you control yours, unless we have mutually negotiated otherwise for any reason.

Tagging/Trigger Warnings: I will do my very best to tag and TW all content that I can for the comfort of partners and readers alike. This blog, however, is for a dark character and will concern dark concepts. If you need anything specific tagged, please do not hesitate to shoot me a message! I will absolutely make sure to tag them for you. I highly encourage discussing and agreeing on boundaries and limits prior if you are interested in RP, and I will happily adjust my writing to meet them! Consent is absolutely critical and to be respected.

And finally, three strikes, you’re out. I will always do my best to talk through any issues, I much prefer to solve problems amicably. However, I have my limits. If the behaviour continues past the initial addressing, I will end all current interactions immediately. If you persist in the behaviour, you will be permanently blocked.