An independent Monster Hunter RP blog for Akemi the Amatsumagatsuchi. (Inactive blog of Amatsu) Read the "House Rules" under the "Threads" section before RPing with me. Image credits: x x
psa; It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get to a thread. Even if the thread has been dead for 6 months and you get a muse for it today, I will still be more than willing to carry on doing it with you.
Ari couldn’t quite help but look over Akemi and notice the battle wounds dotting the dragon’s body. Humans… attacking what they did not understand. Though they had just met, Ari doubted Akemi was a violent or overly territorial dragon - it was more likely the humans had come to her with weapons drawn. She herself was no stranger to their constant hunting expeditions in the tundra, but they preferred big wyverns… a small one such as herself was below their notice.
Her ears perked as she caught the sound of the rain beginning to lighten. It wasn’t quite safe for her to fly yet, what with her wings and fur still being drenched, but knowing that the weather would be clear enough for steady flight cheered her immensely. Akemi’s voice pulled her attention back to the dragon, and she listened without comment. Living on her own was something she understood very well.
An embarrassed chuckle rumbled out of the young Barioth at Akemi’s question. “Ah, w-well… I was flying back from the Sandy Plains and… I’m not really great with directions. I got lost, and while I was gathering my bearings, the storm came outta nowhere,” she replied, ducking her head out of shame. Ari smiled sheepishly as she looked up at Akemi. “I’ve never seen any creature like you before either. I-if you don’t mind me being nosy… what are you?”
"It is a reasonable question." Said Akemi. "My kind do not mind the cold, but we prefer to avoid the chill of the tundra. Most creatures do not see us since we fly above the clouds and live only on the highest of mountain peaks."
She shook her fins, unfurling them to their full size for a moment before they cascaded back down onto her body. "I am what is called Amatsumagatsuchi, an elder dragon of storms..."
Akemi lowered her head slightly. "I am afraid the storm that you came across was caused by me. On occasion I have bad dreams, and sometimes I create my storms while I have those dreams." She admitted. "My apologies, it was unintentional."
With the storm beginning to clear, more light was able to enter into the cave. Off to the side, that light reflected off of several shiny items, revealing a small collection that the Amatsu had. There were a few golden gargwa eggs, pieces of ore and crystals, as well as many shiny objects that were human made such as coins and decorative pieces.
(☣ What would happen if you and your mun swapped bodies for a day?)
"Hmm… I suppose it would be similar to if I spent the day with her as myself, but I think in that case she’d be inclined to travel more extensively to show me things in her world. *Chuckles* Once she gets the hang of flying that is."
Edit:
"Oh, and she'd make it rain in her area. She loves the rain as much as I do."
((☣ If you could hang out with your mun for a day, what would you choose to do?))
"I would take her away from where she lives to a much cleaner place. Granted, her town is nicer than the big city that's not too far away, but the smog is no good no matter how you look at it...
She enjoys the quiet as much as I do, so heading off into the depths of a mountain forest would be most enjoyable. Perhaps the place where they have giant trees of red wood that grow as wide and tall as a Lao-Shan Lung is wide and long. Where the rivers flow crystal clear, the air is crisp and clean, and bird song fills the area."
Refresher Course: Reblog as Text & Trimming Your Posts
It's reminder time. Let's get started, shall we? I'll go over it step-by-step.
Reblog as Text
I'll use one of my own RP threads as an example.
Here we have the post right after you hit that reblog button. Ew, look at that nasty green header. We want to get rid of that. Click on that link icon (circled in red).
That will bring up a menu. Click on "Text" (circled in red).
Ta-da! The green header is gone and now you can see your partner's reply. We don't want our last reply in this one, that's redundant, they've already seen that post. So let's get rid of that.
Select all the text from your previous post(s).
And then delete! Wonderful! Now you're ready to type up your next reply.
As someone who posts pictures on her personal blog, I understand the annoyance that comes from people reblogging photo posts and then proceeding to RP in them. It was a lot worse when reblog notices showed up on the dash, and it had the potential to get very bad if the RP reblogs were substantial. Even now it's still annoying. Not just for the original poster, but for followers too who have to see the same photo over and over again on their dash.
Was it a mistake? Yes. But did we learn not to do it again? Also, yes. Just as long as the lesson was learned and efforts will be made not to repeat it then we can move on without getting upset over who's upset.
So please, RPers, be mindful not to RP using photo posts. Start a new Text Post and RP that way, or send an ask to make a comment to that character. Then everyone can carry on in RP happily.
At the village chief’s request, Akemi moved to a different location so as not to leave her exposed to the irritated guild master.
She was cared for by a man who had a deep knowledge of monsters that, although he worked closely with the guild, could be trusted to take care of the Elder Dragon. He brought along assistants to help him, and once Akemi’s condition was no longer critical he even brought along his young daughter.
"Pay close attention, Midori," said Alim, adjusting his glasses, "This may be the only period in your life where you will be able to see an Elder Dragon without fear. You remembered what the Chieftess taught you, right?"
The young girl nodded even as she stared with wide eyes at Akemi. “[H-hello, Storm Dragon. I am here to help you t-today. My name is Midori.]”
The Amatsu let out a soft snort, “[Hm, what a sweet girl… Hello, Midori, and thank you. I am… Akemi.]”
"What did the Elder Dragon say, Midori?" Asked Alim, unable to understand the conversation.
"She said… ‘Hello. Thank you’ and that her name is ‘Akemi.’"
(This one turned out longer than I expected, so I put it under a readmore.)
Storms were not uncommon at this time of year. The villagers of Yukumo did not find it odd when rain clouds rolled into their area. They accepted it as normal for the season, and hunkered down in their homes for warmth.
The village was devoid of human activity. The rain pitter-pattered against the roofs, the wind made the bronze wind chimes ring, and the sound of distant thunder rumbled.
This was her opportunity. Akemi would show these humans the damage their hunters had caused. Then, she would do the one thing many monsters would not dare to do, she would ask for their forgiveness. Akemi had no idea if their judgement was going to be that of mercy or that of cruelty.
The Elder Dragon descended from the clouds, like a heavenly spirit that had humbled itself to become of the earth. The largest building in the village, the bathhouse and guild hall, became her perch. Her body coiled itself along the stone tiles of the tower. The wood groaned under the extra weight, but it held.
The strange noise on top of the bathhouse did not go unnoticed, and a man soon appeared to inspect. He peered through the openings that allowed steam out of the building and there he stood eye to eye with Akemi.
He was not of the hunter type, that much Akemi could tell. Though his garb was of someone of importance, given the bright colors he wore. His hair was of a deep brown like fertile earth, and his eyes a striking green that stood out even from behind thick glasses. He gasped at the sight of the Elder Dragon and stumbled back before disappearing from view. Akemi could hear him moving quickly to climb down stairs. It would not be long now before other humans appeared.
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They all gathered outside on the steps leading to the bathhouse despite the rain. Large hats and thick tarps protected them from getting too wet. They were all muttering and staring in wonder. Why was this beast in their town? Why was it just laying there and not destroying everything out of revenge?
"Is this not the Amatsumagatsuchi we sent you out after?" Said a male voice to a group of what Akemi assumed to be the hunters she had done battle with.
"It is…" One of them replied, just as baffled as the other villagers.
"Then why is it here? Why is it still alive?!"
The hunters could not answer him.
"It’s here now." Said another. "Why don’t we just finish it off?"
Akemi rose her head and looked at them. They froze in place, fearful that some beast had understood them and was now going to take action, but she did not. Tired eyes watched them, and she let out a mournful call.
"Hold back your weapons." Commanded a voice from behind the crowd. They parted to make way for a well adorned female wyverian who stopped next to the shouting man.
"Chief… With all due respect, my lady, but it is the Guild’s job to-"
"With all due respect, Guild Master, but I believe I have the final say so in this matter since this is my village. The Guild is only here because of my request. It was my hand who wrote the letter to rid us of this beast, but now I see for myself the barbaric aftermath. Did you know that there once were shrines to this beast? Yet here it is, broken just like the crumbled ruins, and now I believe it comes to us for repentance."
"How can you be so sure of such things, my lady? It is only a monster."
The Wyverian Chieftess looked up at the Elder Dragon, and opened her mouth to speak in a language the dragon could understand. “[Why are you here, oh Storm Dragon? What do you want from us?]”
Akemi starred at the woman. Amazed that a humanoid knew the Old Tongue with which the Elder Dragons spoke. She opened her own mouth, and replied. “[I seek forgiveness, and I beg for mercy.]”
All senses screamed out in pain. A mind which had been overcome with rage was now drenched in fear.
Was this it? Was this the end?
No. I will live. I would much rather lose my pride than my life.
The Elder Dragon known as Amatsumagatsuchi rose up into the sky, her wind aura carrying her as if she was about to attack the hunters with her final powerful beams of water. They braced themselves, watching her carefully to see where her snout pointed.
Instead, she turned away from them, and quickly ascended into the storm she had created. She was too high up for them to pull her back down with ballista binders. Bullets from the two bowgunners nipped at her fins, but she ignored them. They could do nothing to reach her as she flew away, taking the storm with her.
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