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hunter; 1. a person or animal that hunts. 

✏ Independent Monster Hunter OC roleplaying blog.  

✏ Mod knows about every Monster Hunter game, and has played Monster Hunter Freedom Unite, Monster Hunter Tri, and Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate, and will be getting Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate when it comes out.

✏ Open to crossovers, alternate universes, and roleplaying with other OCs!

✏ One liners, paragraph and multiparagraph roleplays are always welcome.

✏ Single-Ship.

✏ Six years of writing experience, five years of roleplaying experience. { Over one year on tumblr. }

CONTACT / RULES / ABOUT / ART SOURCE

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goldentailedthief replied to your photo:wht

séduis-moi …

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when you have a problematic fave

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ilhuicac:

     ❝ I’m from — ❞ he gags, gnashing teeth together as a furious snarl           tremulously escapes through the corridors of his throat,           ❝ — THE EARTH !  As in, THIS PLANET, RIGHT HERE !! ❞           Struggling to rectify his breathing into a semi-regular pattern           rather than the staccato wheezes it’s been reduced to, he           continues, ❝ you must be highly idiotic if you couldn’t already           deduct the place of my nativity simply from my GLARINGLY           HUMAN physical appearance. ❞

     Acrimonious annoyance festering within him like molten gold,           searing his innards and forcing his fists to curl in poorly           suppressed violence, they feed off of each other’s anger           and fury, terrible catalysts for virulent hate.  She is yelling at           him, and he, rightfully, shouts back, and she simply raises           her voice and adjusts her tone, and he will not have that.           Only her capitulation or mangled death can soothe his fury:           trembling in rage and doing his absolute best not to generate           any more unwanted attention with his quixotic theatrics, he           ceases tilting at windmills, but will still refuse to allow her to           get away unscathed.

     He is beyond ancient by human standards and the lapse of time           that they take to accumulate their awakenings, their golden eras,           is naught but a midsummer’s dream to his tediously cataloged           memory; she, besides being younger, oozes stupid.  The           distressing lack of any functioning semblance of sense in her           words offends him and his exemplary intellect.  He raises an           accusing finger, rapt with hateful ire and the parried weapon of           his choice, and declares, ❝ this isn’t even your BUSINESS !  Didn’t           your parental units teach you to keep your nose out of other’s…           other’s…other’s lunchboxes ?! ❞  He flits closer, joints creaking in           weary protest as he extends his finger and jabs her in the chest,           twisting his digit into the fabric of her lapels.  ❝ Why are you           harassing me ?  I’ve done NOTHING to you, but if you’d LIKE, I           can EASILY provide VALID REASON to DISLIKE ME. ❞

   [ she crosses her arms, a loud exhaling from her nostrils expressing her absolute aggravation. this creature, thing, whatever the hell it is, is lying to her through its teeth, and she knows it. she grinds her sharp teeth together, and she knows it’s a horrible thing to do. wear down her teeth, ruin them, make it harder for her to eat, but at the moment, she’s pissed off. ]

Define HERE, KID!

    [ she barks once again, and her fingers, those nails, dig into scarred skin, through even the onyx coloured cloth she wears over her arms. snarling, growling, like the beast she is, teeth bared and lips curled as the looks at him now not with annoyance, but with utterdisgust. this thing dares to lie to her. dares to lie to a wyverian, it dares to even continue its deceit and lies, even once she swears she has caught him in them. ]

Yer whatever getup yer usin’ ain’t GOOD, kid. Stop LYIN’ t’me.

   [ she loathes liars. all they make her feel is anger. she hates being angry. when he points at her, she hisses at him, like a wild cat, or, a monster. like the ones she had been so used to fighting, and when he jabs her, she snaps her jaws at his finger. she is in no mood for anygames. especially not from little green children who are really years and years older than she.]

Yer LYIN t’me and probably t’MANY OTHER people.

    [ she spits in his face, tracing over her teeth with her tongue before she goes back to snarling once more. ]

‘s enough fer me t’HATE you already.

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what’s a ‘chill’ 

i ain’t got non’a those!! why would i wanna ‘chill’

‘s dumb

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angry pinecone vs regular pinecone

(i got back into monster hunter)

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What the HECKERDOODLES happened t’this site

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Who wants t'hear 'bout how I killed an' ate a Ludroth t'day.

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Uh, NO, mister. Maybe where yer from, bu' not here!

And a human.

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◸ Blog for MONSTER HUNTER Fans ◹ ◺ Pro-Hunters ◿

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FER WYVERIANS, YEH. ‘M STILL A BABY.

dirtscum

NOT IN HUMAN YEARS, NO.

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you say "stick it in me" when youre talking to your friends!

OooooOOOH. So like. I can say. HEY PAL, STICK’ER IN ME. 

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Stupid noisy bastard

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hammgun

What’s. Stick it in me mean. Do y’know.

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dirtscum

NOT IN HUMAN YEARS, NO.

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So like, yeh. There’s yer reason t’NOT stick anythin’ in me.