Entry 8.
First thing I heard when I woke up yesterday morning was "A Kushala Daora is coming!"
I was excited. An Elder Dragon? This sounded like a thrilling time. The beast had come in the mountain, for unknown reasons. Could it be the same that shedded its skin on the summit?...
What stroke me when I arrived at the base of the mountain was how quiet it was. Not a Popo, not an Anteka, nothing. Not even a Bullfango. As if everyone knew that a Kushala Daora was there, and that meant hiding, or leaving the area.
When I finally saw the Dragon, amazed by its majesty as I was, I couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. It was nowhere as big as the abandoned skin I studied. But still, it was powerful. A tough wind barrier surrounded its body, only letting me hit its head - which I did. Until I injured its head, and it fled away, leaving me and my Felyne comrade alone. The cat was flabbergasted. I was... frustrated. I thought it would never come back, without letting me finish my job.
But I was proven wrong the next day.
I can tell it was the same one, because of the wound on its head. It was angry, but it had lost its wind powers, making of my victory an easy one.
Is it just me, or did it try to say something before it died?...

















