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Looking over, she was surprised more than a half of her eggs were alright, and she moved to nudge the hunter slight, smelling for what ailed her. Realizing now that she had poisoned her, more likely unintentionally than otherwise, she back up and looked around, then had an idea.

"Wait here, please." She spoke, much more softly than usual, and then stepping away from her to give a good flap before she rose up into the sky. Flying down to an area close to her own, she carefully grabbed a piece of log with the familiar blue mushrooms, as well as lifting a bundle of herbs where she was certain an antidote her should lay, before she flew back up to the hunter with the ingredients held carefully in her teeth.

"Here, I'm... uncertain how you hunters do it, but... I have seen many of you combine these things to alleviate yourselves of my toxins..." She had spoken after placing the herbs and mushrooms, hoping it would help when she had done the harm, and she had wished not to harm this hunter in particular. Phoenix had proven she could be trusted, and a hunter who would protect her eggs had earned beyond her trust and perhaps even loyalty for as long as she lived.

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Keeping her vision clear at least for the most part, she wondered if she had a bitterbug and the right supplies in her pouch to make an antidote. Though, upon registering the massive creature talking again, she blinked and nodded, dropping heavy arms once she was sure the egg was taken.

Still, the lowering was not expected and caused her to pause, then sway. Locking her knee’s in focus, she grimaced and coughed, digging in her pouch now for a green bottle, though first;

"The second one is behind your wing, near my shield." Frowning at the odd sound her voice made, she tipped the drink to her lips, before giving in and sagging on the edges of the large nest. The poison would wear off if she could keep on one or two more of the little drinks anyway, though to be honest she felt like her head was splitting.

She despised poison and times she wasn’t prepared for it.

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Close to weeping, the Rathian tried to regain herself as the hunter's footsteps made her realize she was not here alone. Eyes falling on the egg as she tried to breathe more steadily, her head cocked enough to look at Phoenix properly, a bit of liquid visible as possible tears that could've started slipping.

"...did you...?" Breathing shakily, the wyvern stared, golden eyes clearly close to disbelief that any of her eggs had managed to not get crushed. The only way it could've gone unharmed was... "...s-save... them...?" There was a quiver to her jaw, almost a lip quiver as she tried to stay steady, continuing to stare at the egg.

Her body was tense, but not nearly as tense due to the fact that Phoenix had left her weapon in the nest. Rathian raised a wing and used the other to help get her back on her feet, then ever delicately taking the egg with her jaws, a delicate grip clearly meant only for her eggs, then placing it carefully back in the nest. "I... I am indebted, to you, hunter." There was a bit of a bow after she placed the egg, careful to not smash it as she bowed her head low and her wings as well.

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Well, leather armor had poison resistance, and one of the wyvern’s tail spikes managed to tear into her side. Through the adrenaline she didn’t notice right away, busy getting back in place though, she faintly relaxed seeing her get such a deep hold on the other.

Honestly she could not feel sorry, not with his shit manners in hunting ad no less against other people. Though now, it became very clear that a little poison run was in play. Dropping her shield, she grimaced and slowly latched the lance to her back before turning to the Rathian.

Carefully, ready for her to snap in her pain and distraction, she carefully picked up one of the eggs in her arms, though with her shield laying there and the lack of rush she could walk it over normally and slowly for that matter. Head pounding, she crested an olive wing, keeping the egg in clear view as she came around in front of the queen.

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Upon feeling something under her, she instinctively backed up a bit, barely conscious of what was going on around her. There was another roar as she reared her head for a charge and bite, managing to swat Phoenix with her tail in her rush, managing to get a hold on the hunter.

Holding him almost as delicately as one of her young, in an instant, jaws crushed mercilessly through the armor, and in a sickening crack, his body was snapped in two. Breathing heavily and trying to tone down her rage, she stretched out her wings and watched as multiple Jaggi just carried his remains away, likely to never be seen again.

Pupils dilating, her head tilted and she turned around a bit slowly, then spotting the egg that had gotten smashed in her fury. There was a large amount of shock on her face, and if her scales could have gone pale, they would've been a strikingly white color. Almost collapsing as she dragged her feet toward the nest, there was a sound like a whimper, then a squawk, and then a mournful roar as she collapsed next to the egg yolk.

Curling to try and surround it, one wing spike moved to seemingly try and put it all back together, but it was no use as she gave another mournful roar much longer than the last. At this point she hardly had noticed the other hunter, protecting the other two duds, focused moreso on the fact she had killed one of her own, how could she have done something so... so... vile, so awful.

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And to be completely honest the older hunter could not avoid the flames entirely. The shield did its job, eliminating the brunt, but her arms seared with heat and she gritted her teeth through it. Glancing past her shield once the onslaught took a break, she spotted the eggs and frowned, noticing the other hunter just getting out of a daze from the heavy hit.

Suddenly sheathing her lance, shield hiked up on her arm, she ran herself to the side from Rathian’s focus, before turning abruptly and diving past her feet just as she took another step.

Both eggs remaining unscathed in her arms that way yet still behind and sort of under the wyvern, she glanced up, only to focus back on the other hunter, intent to keep him on the cliff face. Though, he was known to waste a lot of mission money on never knowing when to back down.

Pulling the lance back out, she kept a guard over the eggs for a moment, taking to another defensive crouch.

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The sudden bash caught him entirely off guard, the strong shield was sure to put a dent in his armor, and upon turning around with the bash, his turn was caught up with the defensive stab. Falling over with the stab and bash combo, the hunter growled, but his eyes went wide when he saw Rathian standing again, the scars in her scales that he had placed only smoking for a few seconds longer before she let out a louder roar.

An even more hellish fire was loosed from her jaws as she backed up, raising flames upon the cliff without much care for who was there, and what was there. One of the eggs had managed to get smashed when she'd double back flipped, and another was dangerously close to her smashing it with a foot. Another roar was loosed from her throat as she stood her ground, almost torching the entire environment, intent on burning the other hunter in his suit alive.

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He’d manage maybe two more hits before he was suddenly bashed in the back by a larger shield. Following that with a defensive stab just to perhaps whittle at his armor, it would give the wyvern a chance to stand. Taking that moment to back up now, she kept the thick shield directly in front of her, only her eyes visible over the blue and yellow metal.

Her thoughts remained on the fight now, two against one in a sort of karma kick to the jaw for him in her opinion. Though, he needed to die now that it was clear she was pitting against him. Otherwise losing her armor, weapons, and hunter status would be ensured.

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The opposite hunter stood his ground, using the shield immediately to deflect one of her back flips. Growling, he moved out of the way, runningin circles around Rathian as she tried to keep up, shooting fire ball after fire ball until she took enough altitude and shot something more reminiscent of hell fire, raising a large amount of flames on the cliff.

Getting caught up in the blaze, the hunter thought himself lucky he had not only his armor, but had eaten a hardy meal to prepare him for this. Rising out of the flames after taking only a bit of damage to knock him down by an eighth, he rose up to land a slice to her head, then her neck, and her neck again.

Rathian practically howled as she came down from flight, not entirely expecting the sudden charge from this hunter. Screaming and kicking to try and get some wind under her wings, a chance to stand, the hunter whaled on her, relishing in the gashes the hot blade cut into her scales, even though they weren't deep with the resistance she had to flames.

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Phoenix didn’t answer, smirking idly but drawing her weapon out. she knew that noise would travel, and she was right enough to see the closing form of the wyvern while the idiot was talking. Keeping by the rock wall, she pulled her shield in front of her, side stepping to keep an eye on the fight.

On the Rathian’s side at this moment, she would keep that a secret, whether this hunter ended up dead or not. His only successes were backhanded traps and trickery and it never sat well with a seasoned hunter like her.

Of course, she was also a hunter who eliminated chances of over population, and outright threats, not those like him who went after everything for zenny.

Rathian in these woods were also uncommon.

Keeping well out of the way to start, she knew she’d jump in as soon as soon as hits were to be delivered, seeing as he had the correct elemental touch of armor. which reminded her of the leather she was wearing, that was flammable really. so taking care, she eyed the hunter and the Rathian, crouched behind the lightning imbued shield.

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The sudden sonic bomb behind him, particularly impacting his back, managed to knock him over, just shy of falling on top of one of the eggs. The waves of the sound traveled just far enough to create an echo, giving a slight tremor to the cliff surface.

"Who th'--" Turning after he scrambled out of his stunned state, he whipped around, sword and shield bared to fight. "Oh, another hunter, I see. You here for these eggs missy?" There was a grin, though he was quite dazed from the sonic bomb, a ringing in his ears from how it vibrated across his armor. "Sorry but uh, they'll be mine today." Not quite sheathing his weapon yet, he took a quick drink of one of the many fluids in his bag hidden behind his shield. "Some lousy hunter with a lance isn't going to stop me today."

After smirking he sheathed his weapon to grab one of the eggs again, but this time there was an ear splitting roar that cut through the air. "'Tch, dammit!" He snarled, unsheathing his weapon again and rolling out of the way as Rathian landed in a hellish blaze, immediately going for a double back flip as her maw trickled embers.

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After a number of meetings, and a mutual understanding, a particular hunter did not count this certain Rathian among her prey. Monsters who attacked her blindly however did. Today was a visit for once, a show of trust meant she was wearing a very thin armor, leather it looked to be as she clambered her way toward the nest.

A zinogre lance and shield was her only equipment, needing some defense in these woods.

Upon hearing a roar though, and the sound of flight over her head, she frowned, but continued upward.

Her view soon encompassed the nest and three eggs. And one hunter. one she knew, and heavily disliked due to his cheating tactics, his treatment of other hunters, liaisons, and his overall massive egotistic behavior.

Keeping crouched in her place, she debating getting her lance out, to stab him while he carried an egg, however that would result in a break. Her other idea did not.

Fishing a sonic bomb out of her pouch, she adjusted, before pulling the the latch with her teeth and lobbed the thing directly at the hunters back before he could pick up one of the eggs.

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The morning had been comfortable, and her nest untouched for the stretch of sunrise. She's spread her olive wings to scope out breakfast, as well as lunch, in a few shots of fire. Eating breakfast first, a small aptonoth, she then took off with a medium sized aptonoth that she would dine on upon her nest.

Returning to the cliff that cropped out of the mountainous terrain perfectly for trips down to dinner, she dropped the medium sized aptonoth close enough to her nest to reach, and then settled upon it gingerly. Though the eggs were duds, it did not change how she treated them. They were still hers, and she would fight for them to survive, even if they never hatched.

Unfortunately for Rathian, today was not to be a day of peace and rest, but one of immediate distress, soon to come. A hunter, clad in Rathalos armor, even bearing a Rathalos sword and shield, the Djinn, crept into the area slowly after she'd fallen asleep. Pulling out a particular, handheld bomb that didn't smell too nice, he pulled a tag on it and threw it at the flying wyvern, then making a mad dash into the cave next to her nest.

Being awoke with the stench of dung, and a sharp impact against one of her scaly wings, she awoke with a roar, searched for the perpetrator, then growled under her breath as she flew to another area to wash off the disgusting stench, leaving her nest unguarded as the same hunter made his way back into the area once she'd left.

"Success." Was the only word to leave his mouth as he grinned wide as he walked quite casually over to grab one of the wyvern eggs.

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"True as that may be, I am a wyvern of my word, and though I can be merciless..." Her tail swished and shoved the bone pile to a more reachable location. "I was a mother once, I do know kindness." Though she couldn't move the ore deposits, this was movable enough for the time being. Perhaps if the hunter proved she did not intend to hunt her, she would even let her mine a bit.

"As for how I am speaking, it is something all monsters are capable of. Well, at least those intelligent enough..." There was a head cock at the sky, somewhat contemplating if the Qurupeco could talk. "Mere telepathy in my form, however. Of course, very loud telepathy, but you understand the gist of it, I'm sure. To speak with my maw would be undoubtedly silly." Her wings tucked at her side, holding a more comfortable stance as she watched the hunter.

"If we know we are to die, there would be no need for words, and some have yet to realize it is indeed an ability that comes with age and experience. Some are too young to try before they're slaughtered, others find out before they're captured and have their lives ripped from them quietly." Tilting her head curiously, she looked at the hunter with clear interest. "Though, the fact you have yet to attempt and pierce my chest, whether I speak or not, is a show of the fact I should feel free to speak. You did not charge when I was close enough to burn your flesh like a fresh kill, so I believe I should feel at least a touch safe enough to speak."

"Usually when I am asked that question it wouldn’t be smart for me to be truthful now would it?" Inquiring on the slaying question almost brokenly, still not believing she was talking to the wyvern aloud, she pursed her lips, keeping weapon in place solely because either party could change their mind on the twist of a dime.

Looking confused at the comment though, hazel eyes flicked to lance tip, a jagged spiral made from a Gobul, laced with the same substance it would paralyze prey and hunter alike with and she took a breath, torn between trying to tough the old monster out or just, leave and get the stuff later.

Metal shifted as her narrow gaze quickly glued back on the Rathian, unable to help it.

"How in the world are you speaking, when I’ve been practically enlisted to hunt your kind for years now and never heard a whisper?"

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When proposed the question, her maw dribbled with embers and eyes glinted with the blaze. Taking a moment to try and settle herself enough to not set this odd human aflame, the flames soon died down and her eyes returned to a more calm shade of goldenrod. A wing stretched out to give her guest a better glimpse of spikes and scales, as well as the general pattern upon her wings.

"I, as well as many other Rathians, as well as our counterparts, the Rathalos, are hunted for our hides. Everything attached to that hide is simply a bonus: webbing, spikes, shells, talons, and plates... All of it is hunted and carved from our carcasses to forge armour and weapons for... hunters... to then use against us as they continue to hunt us..." Jaws clenching a moment, she then seemed to have a grin in her speech. "However, not all are so fortunate as to succeed. Some of the bones in a pile near my nest are proof of that."

"Rose." Her eyes were glued onto the creature’s wings. Little sparked Rose’s intrigued quite like the word ‘species’, and, well, meeting new ones. She prided herself on being rather…multicultural.

Once the woman’s wings were out of sight, Rose went on. She’d been rather intrigued by the comment about hunters. “Forgive my ignorance, but I must pose a question: why would someone want to capture you?”

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Wings stretching a moment while her tail swished behind her at the response, she then gave a quieter roar with the question. "So long as you are not a hunter seeking to capture me as well, then I will do my best to not lash out."

Standing a bit more proudly, she spread her wings wide. "I am Rathian, Queen of the Land, and I am of the flying wyvern species." Another somewhat quiet roar followed this, and her wings tucked back to her sides. "And who are you, young woman?"

Rose Lalonde was certainly human. Okay, well, not entirely. She was…she thought over the word. She was God-like, but human at her core. She let a small innocent smile form upon her lips, and her eyes finally met the woman’s.

She answered, somewhat truthfully: “I am human. I have power, but no more than your everyday sorcerer.” She straightened her posture and let her eyes drop once more. “And you? Pardon me but, who are you?”

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Jho

"Hi … "

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Staring, pupils dilated in cautious disbelief, the wyvern took a step back and raised her guard. It wasn't exactly every day one would see something like a Silver Rathalos simply passing through. Not only that, but around these parts it was just as rare to even see an Azure Rathalos, or regular Rathalos for that matter. Standing her ground, flames trickled from the corners of her jaws, eyes locked on him.

"Exactly what, pray tell, is a Silver Rathalos doing here? I was certain they weren't keen about being so... visible to the hunting eye."

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Orbs of gold locked onto the strange being before her. Though they looked human, something about them was... different. There was a different energy to them. Wary about taking her usually shoot first, ask questions later attitude, she took a step to the side as she observed the strange being.

"...exactly what are you, because I'm fairly certain you are not a human. You exert a power that is foreign to me, and I have seen much in my time as Queen of the Land."

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                          And I believed the stars were wishes,                               I believed the world was good.                              I believed things hid in the dark,                     and that all would turn out just how it should;                                 I believed in all your stories,                            I  b e l i e v e d  you’d  n e v e r  l i e .               I believed if I could climb the trees behind the house,                                          I’d touch the sky.

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Watching the hunter closely for a moment, large orbs of gold blazing as the flames practically spilling from her maw, then turned her gaze to the ore and bone pile. Squinting for a second before turning her gaze back on the hunter once more.

"...have you any intent to slay should I rest my guard? If you think to try and outwit me, you are to be sorely mistaken when I toss you off that cliff, hunter..." Her voice bellowed, deep and it held a sort of ancientness that made it seem more wise than anything. With time, you gathered wisdom, especially when time was all you had in the world.

Her gaze strayed across the hunter's armor, however, drinking in details like a fine wine. "...though I will not say you are not cunning, if you were able to fell the Lagiacrus with that..." Her pointed chin nodded to the lance, as it wasn't exactly a weapon she spotted often. Most hunters seemed more likely to carry hammers and swords and axes, though she supposed the lance was about as practical as the horn if used correctly. She had enough scars from any one weapon to be personally honest, however.

The plan to gather, for a hunter, was often spelled by trouble of large monsters. And today was no exception. For this one, defense was her better focus over attack because all she had planned to do was get some vital ore and some bones. 

Armed in thick navy, crystal, and sky blue of felled Lagiacrus and a lance and shield, her shield was out at the sudden charging wyvern, but what saved it from being abruptly stabbed in the nose was the fact that it spoke.

Staring at it for only a second in utter confusion, and the lack of complete violence throwing off their focus, she opened her mouth, shifting back a step with shield in place just so the sparking jaws were in less range.

"Rathian- you- ……. Ore, and the bone pile." Short and to the point, there was a specific stone behind the nests each hunter knew about on this island, and the obvious bone piles that made up predators meals on the rocky bluff. Still, dumbfounded and at the ready for an attack either way from the veteran hunter.