Castlevania 4.06. “This is how they get us, Hector. They convince us that there is no future. There’s only an eternal now... and the best we can do is survive until dawn and then do it all again. That’s no way to live.”
Can you tell what happened today lmao, I also ate my fingernails so now I can't type properly and I write on impulse on the tumblr app so rip there's probably so many mistakes lol I'm onto Sunbreak soon hopefully :>
@auraee I summon thee fellow hunter B) come get some food
Edit: AAAAHHH I FORGOT TAGS 😭
Monster Hunter AU!
Hunter!Kyōjurō Rengoku x Hunter!MC
Warnings: not at all proofread
Kyōjurō paced amongst the people of Kamura, His older styled Rathalos armour glittering with every distant flash of lightning. You'd been gone for hours, 2 hours, 34 minutes and 29 seconds. 30, 31, 32, 34-
"They'll be okay lad." Elder Fugen spoke, breaking Kyōjurō's counting streak. He moved his gaze from the stone tiles at his feet to the towering elder at his side, eyes shimmering with emotions. Worry, Love, Fear, all swimming amongst glistening hues of red and gold. Elder Fugen smiled a reassuring smile before Kyōjurō resumed his pacing.
The source of The Rampage had been found. Two Elder Dragons now identified as 'Wind Serpent Ibushi' and 'Thunder Serpent Narwa'. The two had somehow been able to resonate with the resident twins Hinoa and Minoto, they'd been the cause of countless years of pain and destruction for Kamura amongst other nearby regions... and now, the guild was sending you to deal with what was left of them after the previous encounters.
Kyōjurō started to pace slightly faster, brows pinching just those few millimeters further with each passing minute. Kamura was relying on a single person with their palico and palamute at their side to defeat two gods. And yet somehow this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Few could forget the tales of hunters across both The Old World and The New taking on legendary beasts with only their palico at their side. Of course that knowledge did nothing to quell Kyōjurō's worry. Not many tales tell of the multitude of hunters that fell before they could reach such a level. You'd achieved so much already, Kyōjurō could only pray that this wouldn't be your final battle.
Senjurō watched his brother wear his boots into the stone, at this rate scorch marks would start to embed themselves into the rock below his feet. Instead of watching his dear brother wear his armour down with worry alone, Senjurō decided to turn his attention to the great red bridge that stood before Kamura's gates. At least the skies were clear now, that was surely a good sign. Although Senjurō had to admit he too was becoming concerned, it had been close to 3 hours now, if not longer.
It seemed however his fears would not last, as he saw you appear before him on the bridge, your stride full of both pride and fatigue. "Brother!" Senjurō called out to notify his brother but Kyōjurō had already stopped in his tracks upon seeing you cross the bridge, your loyal hunting buddies at your sides. His eyes almost couldn't believe what they were seeing, you were here, you had returned to him alive and well. Kyōjurō clumsily ran towards you if only to feel you in his arms again, to be sure that you were really here.
You giggled as Kyōjurō's arms wrapped around your form and spun you around. "Hehe well hello to you too My Flame." You'd quietly said to him as you embraced your fellow hunter. The Rampage was over for good, Kamura has been freed of calamity and your flaming lover was in your arms again.
