#monstersofthenewworld

And Pegitan found himself cornered by a giant beast. Was it a Byogen? He was too far from Lady Latte to tell. But it wasn’t overly red and blackish like a Byogen...nor it was chanting the word “Byogen”.

...Still, Pegitan feared the beast would do something to him.

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In the list of truly awful-awful bad ideas that occasionally made their home of Cornelia’s cranium, there were quite a few contenders for the top spot.

And, in a way that would mortify researchers from all the consecutive fleets to arrive in the New world over the span of 50 years, the common motor to her recklessness tended to be curiosity. Scientific curiosity. Growing up amidst dusty researchers had left its mark and somehow, turned into a bad influence in some minuscule but significant degree. The world was full of questions that needed answering by herself if she couldn’t find it elsewhere.

But to come back to the issue at hand, the idea - well, more like a question, that sprang into her noggin’ that day was easily worthy of the top five.

What in the world did Odogarons have for a snack?

Silly question on the surface, less silly if you considered that Odogarons burned calories like coal furnaces and likely needed very rich meals. Of course, meat was the only thing on their menu, but where did the meat in question come from? To answer that question, Cornelia’s only idea had been to get her hands specifically on an Odogaron’s chosen chunk of meat.

Which usually hung from the Odogaron’s mouth as they patrolled the Rotten Vale. Nevermind that she wasn’t sure how to identify the meal afterwards, the little hunter apprentice had made for the Vale by wingdrake, determined to elucidate that mystery. With the familiar coat of the ghillie mantle, which admittedly smelled worse than usual thanks to having been redecorated, one proper filtration equipment piece and pair of goggles, the youngling found herself waiting.

Not in the most comfortable of positions, sitting in a yellowish fog around a bed of carcasses, looking like the decor thanks to the mantle, but it was a popular spot for the large fanged wyverns to patrol. Holding back her urge to make unsightly gagging sounds, she waited, and waited... until, well, her target appared in the corner of her eye. A quite normal specimen of Odogaron - bright red, claws to tear flesh, teeth equally impressive on a long snout four legs, one club-shaped tail, and a snack in its mouth.

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“Mothrᥲ!  It’s so good to sᥱᥱ ყoᥙ, mყ fᥣᥙffყ frιᥱᥒd~!"  Happy chitters escape the bat-like wyvern as he nuzzles against her when she’s close enough.  "Oh, thᥱsᥱ ᥲrᥱ ᥣovᥱᥣყ, Mothrᥲ!  Thᥱsᥱ ᥣook so gorgᥱoᥙs!  Thᥲᥒk ყoᥙ so mᥙᥴh~!”

Mothra trilled happily at the nuzzles, and returned the affection with equal vigor. {{It’s always good to see you as well, dearest fluff buddy.}} She chirred. She was thrilled that her gift was well-received.

Blaire would have been surprised if the beautiful green creature hadn’t been wary. Still, it took her a moment to figure out a good way to show she wasn’t out to harm him if he didn’t strike first. She let her scythe drop from her hand, nudging it further away from herself with a foot.

“There, no need for that here, yeah?”

This area isn’t much like Pondry Hills, that much can be certain. What a time to be separated from his Rider! This situation is definitely not ideal. Pacing in circles won’t get Ratha anywhere-- he has to take the initiative and ask a more... local monster for advice.

The one-eyed wyvern surveys the area, and catches a whiff of another Rathalos close by. That might be a good start-- a monster of another species might attack on sight, depending.

He trundles across the ground, carrying himself with as much dignity as the saddle on his back will allow. That’s what he gets for being small, he supposes. Once he can see the definite shape of the other Rathalos, he gives a greeting bellow.

Send ✎ and the name of a character and I’ll do a quick sketch of them.

//…I should’ve said I didn’t guaranteed quality on these. But these are quick sketches.

The black angel soars through the sunset skies with fast speeds. It’s black ebony wings almost as big as his own body, flying and flapping through the air with ease. Threatening in other worlds, but definitely not in this world that is overrun by monsters. With his staff in hand, it seemed to be searching his twin. He heard that he hasn’t returned from this world, so, he decided to try and check on him.