#oc:hiku

[gaithe-guy]

Zavala: Oh, Guardians, you're back... 

My Hunter and her "twin": Moon's Haunted. 

Zavala: Excuse M- 

My Hunter: *goes to grab more ammo from Banshee* Did I fucking stutter? 

My Hunter's "twin": *drawing angry eyebrows on his helmet* No. 

Zavala: Wha- 

My Hunter: I SAID MOON'S HAUNTED! *heads back to ship*

[deadeyehuckleberry]

My grandfather used to rub whisky on my gums when my teeth were coming in. Drunk babies don’t feel pain. Drunk babies don’t complain. Drunk babies throw up a lot. Drunk babies can’t hold their liquor.

Shiloh Sweetwater informing Hiku of great parenting skills.

[deadeyehuckleberry]

Story idea I might try and start writing:

Jesse McCree had learned young to not believe in fairytales. He had learned to turn a blind eye to rumors and laugh in the face of myths. He was a hardened man from years of hardened life.

Sure, he had heard tales of wolves taking on the guise of man, walking among them for safety and numbers. True, he had heard whispers of horses where lightning would crackle from their horns and thunder would echo with every step. And boy howdy had he hear rumors of large lizards that traversed the sky and water, churning the weather and changing it to whatever they fancied.

Of course... Those were all tales, no lick of truth behind any of them... Just something to explain scientific things.

But all of that changes when he is set adrift to sea in his bid to free himself from the Deadlock gang. Boat crashing ashore, he is met nose to nose with wolves the size of horses, teeth glistening and eyes intelligent, a thundering upon the ridge that dared to pull his attention away. And - right before his eyes - one of the wolves becomes a man, eyes hard and calculating, speaking a language he has no clue of before an echoing roar that rattles his chest has the man backing up, wolf alongside him.

From the sea a serpent emerges, larger than any McCree had ever seen... Scales a deep and yet electric blue with a silvery sheen.

Fairytales weren't real. Legends and myths were fake... Rumors... Usually never held a grain of truth... Right?

So why was he staring face to... Face... With a dragon upon the shores of some island that wasn't on any map? And why did it seem like his adventure had only begun?