by The Kingpin » Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:00 pm
Drake had now entered new terrain, the desert finally lighting up to plains as he neared home. he had entered the jungle, and not long afterwards, the familiar roar of a Rath could be heard, paired with the scream of a man, before everything went silent. Drake was tense. there was a small Hunter's base camp nearby which was usually used as an HQ and checkpoint for Hunters moving through the area for hunts or en route to other areas. he dropped off his two Aptonoth goods-carriers and went to investigate. to his amazement, instead of it being a Rathian, what he saw before him was a Silver Ratholos. an old, but normal sized one. it turned it's head, staring towards him, a large scar revealed running across the armour over it's left eye. Drake's eyes widened as he spotted it's tail. "The....The Hell Binder" he murmured as he watched it in awe. the tail of the creature wasn't that of a normal Ratholos. its tail was lined with spikes, like a normal Los, however, in this one's case, the curved downwards and looked so lethally sharp he bet it would slice through even Fatalis armour if it came in contact with it. he gulped hard as it turned and looked right into his fearful eyes, snarling at him. those eyes...those terrifying, fiery eyes...they looked like they held the souls of hundreds, if not thousands of tortured, killed Hunters. that scar over it's left eye was daunting. it looked like it came from a Great Sword. and yet, all it did was scrape his armour, despite the fact that a person hunting a Silver Ratholos would be carrying a very sharp, very powerful weapon. turning around, he ran as fast as he could. he wasn't geared to deal with a creature like this at the moment. he had come with minimal supplies just to get to the Teostra and was depending on fishing to feed him on the way back. he rolled to the side as another snarl was heard, a large blazing white fireball whizzing right past him and completely destroying a patch of trees, blowing them to splinters. he leapt for a cave entrance he knew from before and hoped that he had lost the Wyvern's trail.
Hades snarled as he saw the human run, and got back to feeding off of the last hunting party sent after him, ripping the corpse of a White armour-clad hunter in half and downing the whole body in two gulps, the white armour tinted with red, two wing-like parts around it's waist, before feeding off the doomed hunters' goods-carrier...
Drake quickly ran into the camp, and took a break. this area was secluded, difficult for Wyverns to reach, and would serve as a temporary resting spot before he continued his trip home. "That's my next target...i'm going to hunt it down....i'll form a hunting party to bring it down" he grunted. the reward he'd get for killing or capturing it would be incredible. at least 30,000z. it was known as the "Hell Binder". it had been talked about by many hunters. the rumour had spread in almost every tavern he had been to. in the famous town of Kokoto, Pokke, the fabled Guild Bases around the world, word of this particular Wyvern had spread. there didn't seem to be much different about it from a normal Silver Ratholos. it was Silver, it had the normal traits of a Ratholos, except for three things. it's tail, the scar across it's left eye's armour and the fact that the dark silver armour on most Silver Ratholos' snouts and spreading into the crown on it's head was replaced with a single thick black row of spiked armour plates starting on his snout in the form of a beak-like armoured snout and ending in the form of an extra long spike on the tip of his tail, the thick line of pitch, metallic black armour going down his back. it's head armour was spread into an unusually large crown of spikes. deciding it was best to get moving, he hastily cooked himself a meal and packed up, continuing his march back to the city. at the rate he was going now, it wouldn't take more than a day. he was ahead of schedule, but he couldn't risk taking a break while in the same area as that Wyvern...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG