#( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider )

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The Rescue

⚔️ For @rathalascendant 's Mari! ⚔️

Grimmel has amassed a frightening display.

From a rack on his desk hang several rows of specially-made iron darts, their viewports practically glowing from the vibrant concoction of toxins he's so meticulously filled each vial within with. They dangle loosely from their hanging ends, their iron holsters gleaming in the dim glow of the forge. He's left them perfectly within Mari's view to taunt her with the horrifying imagining of what's to come. What he intends to do with them.

Suddenly, they shiver. There's an almost musical chime that comes from the iron chassis knocking against one another as they begin to tremble, then rattle, then swing in time with the distant, muffled sound of something knocking against the stone walls of this death camp. The calls of beasts in the cages outside grow louder, wilder. Grimmel pushes himself from his desk and pauses to listen. Beside him, Deathgrippers rise from their slumber and begin to hiss and rattle their tails dangerously. He gives a sharp whistle, sending two of them forth to investigate, then turns to Mari.

"It would seem that the time has finally come."

His grin is frightening as he turns to don his armor. Slowly, deliberately, he takes his time strapping on each and every piece. Then turns his attention to the crossbow he's been so diligently fine-tuning and adjusting in preparation for this encounter. One by one, he draws the darts and carefully tucks them into the delicate loops at his belt, saving the last so it may rest comfortably in the retention port of his weapon. His preparation is completed just in time as a deep, bellowing roar shakes the workshop and sends the rack from earlier clanging to the ground.

In the distance, a war cry.

"YOU'RE OUTMATCHED, MATCHSTICK! LET MARI OUT NOW!"

#closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #mutual : all of my best friends #rathalascendant #( ocm : alfinnea the wild rider ) #( v : monster hunter stories 2 )

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@rathalascendant said: "it's no use. i have to stay here."

⚔️ Dramatic Sacrifice Prompts // ACCEPTING ⚔️

“NO!”

The word his hoarse and ragged as it tears itself from Alfie’s throat, so guttural it almost sounds like a growl. Beside her, Lalune’s reaction is much the same. The dragon beats her wings, rushing to the edge of the edge of the cliff only to pull back at the last moment like a frightened steed. Too frightened to take off in pursuit. Only able to watch in despair as her Rider is carried off by Grimmel’s airship.

“We’re not leaving you!” Alfie calls out, preparing to mount her Rathian, only to be knocked off of her monstie by one of the Deathgrippers. It looms over her, having swatted away her beast. Lalune, sensing that her time is growing thin, attempts another takeoff, only for yet another Deathgripper to pin her down again. She yelps, terrified of the stinger hovering over her, poised and ready to strike as soon as Grimmel gives the word.

A word he’ll give the second Mari gives him a reason too.

“Call off your beasts, rider. No need for them to die too.” His hiss draws the Deathgripper looming over Lala closer- close enough now that its drool is dripping onto her whimpering face as she cowers beneath its weight. The sick bastard. He’s using her own love for her monsties against her. Against them all. And for once, there’s nothing they can do about it. He’s brought a while horde of them to outnumber the riders and their companions. “Not yet…”

“Don’t you listen to him, Mari!” In trapped under the crushing force of the Deathgripper, Alfie refuses to yield. The wind is being forced out of her lungs by the claw on her chest, but she maintains a vice grip on the jaws around so intent on clamping down to bite her head off. “We won’t let him touch our monsties, yea hear? He won’t touch a single hair or scale or feather on any of ‘em! We’ll fight them off, and then we’ll find you! No matter what it takes! No matter how far he takes you - we WILL find you!”

She grunts as the jaws tighten under her grip, her arms threatening to buckle under the pressure. Still she holds her resolve, looking to her trapped friend.

“We’re not leaving you behind!”

#// oops this got angstier than I intended :3c #ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #rathalascendant #( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider ) #( cm : light fury ) #( v : monster hunter stories 2 )

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@rathalascendant said: “Yeah. Maaaaybe I’m not cut out for the forest traversing stuff.” She looks pathetic, having gotten caught between the snaking roots of a tree that she had foolishly tried to slip through while trying to keep up with Alfinnea. “Also could I get a hand—“

⚔️ Random Asks // ALWAYS ACCEPTING! ⚔️

"Don't sweat it too much, Mare! These things take practice!"

That was easy for her to say. Alfie made jumping off a high tree branch and catching a vine to swing around on look easy. Leather grips slid down smoothly along the length of the thick tendril, legs swinging out to keep her balance so evenly that it looked like she was floating down as the dangling perch swung round and round a tree trunk. As it wrapped around the tree, the gradual tightening motion slowed her descent enough that she eventually let go and landed in a roll on a smooth plateau of rocks near her companion. Rising into a crouch, she offered an encouraging smile.

"That turned out better than the last few times, minus the uh... the root-trap. Don't worry, I'll get ya outta there!" She chuckled, moving over to help Mari. The thick, sturdy grip of the roots reaching deep into the soil made pushing them apart by force nearly impossible. After a moment of trying, Alfie realized that the venture would have been fruitless. But the determined look on her face said she wasn't giving up that easily. No, she had a plan.

The wildun' stepped back and crouched again. She held up one of her palms to the snake-like roots. Unlike her left glove which was comprised of soft, grippy leather, her right hand donned a metal gauntlet with pair of shifting sheaths. As they split open in a fashion not unlike the holder of the kinship stone on Mari's wrist, it revealed a crystal set in the center of her gauntlet's palm. She closed her eyes briefly, concentrating on the plant that held her friend. The gem began to glow a vibrant green color, its light shining on the roots, and a cascade of similarly-colored runes began to blossom and spread along the root system. The runes seemed to trigger some sort of response from the plant, causing the roots to shift and begin to loosen and retract, setting the other Rider free.

As soon as the roots had retreated completely, Alfie set a hand on the trunk of the tree, crystal hidden once more as she opened her eyes and nodded her head in thanks to the plant. Then, she turned to Mari with a cheeky grin. "Not givin' up just yet, are ya?"

#ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #rathalascendant #( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider ) #( v : monster hunter stories 2 ) #response : i know it gets better from here

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The Rescue

⚔️ For @rathalascendant 's Mari! ⚔️

Grimmel has amassed a frightening display.

From a rack on his desk hang several rows of specially-made iron darts, their viewports practically glowing from the vibrant concoction of toxins he's so meticulously filled each vial within with. They dangle loosely from their hanging ends, their iron holsters gleaming in the dim glow of the forge. He's left them perfectly within Mari's view to taunt her with the horrifying imagining of what's to come. What he intends to do with them.

Suddenly, they shiver. There's an almost musical chime that comes from the iron chassis knocking against one another as they begin to tremble, then rattle, then swing in time with the distant, muffled sound of something knocking against the stone walls of this death camp. The calls of beasts in the cages outside grow louder, wilder. Grimmel pushes himself from his desk and pauses to listen. Beside him, Deathgrippers rise from their slumber and begin to hiss and rattle their tails dangerously. He gives a sharp whistle, sending two of them forth to investigate, then turns to Mari.

"It would seem that the time has finally come."

His grin is frightening as he turns to don his armor. Slowly, deliberately, he takes his time strapping on each and every piece. Then turns his attention to the crossbow he's been so diligently fine-tuning and adjusting in preparation for this encounter. One by one, he draws the darts and carefully tucks them into the delicate loops at his belt, saving the last so it may rest comfortably in the retention port of his weapon. His preparation is completed just in time as a deep, bellowing roar shakes the workshop and sends the rack from earlier clanging to the ground.

In the distance, a war cry.

"YOU'RE OUTMATCHED, MATCHSTICK! LET MARI OUT NOW!"

#// when the whole squad rolls up to bust you out of prison #closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #rathalascendant #( cm : grimmel the grisly ) #( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider ) #( v : monster hunter stories 2 )

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"Genuinely concerned I might have lost my grandmother's spellbook."

#// a.lf: hmm! ominous! #dash commentary : we’ll see who’s laughing now #ic : i’m still trying to find my identity #( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider )

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// her name is Alfie and I adore her ❤️

#( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider )

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⚔️ Which Corvid are you? ⚔️

ALFINNEA

Jackdaw

The jackdaw is a clever and mischievous bird, a capable scavenger, and a devoted partner. The symbolism of the jackdaw is often associated with shrewdness, intelligence, and mischievousness. Friendly and inquisitive, the jackdaw is the smallest member of the corvid family. It’s a highly intelligent and sociable bird that scavenges for food. This bird is attracted to shiny trinkets, such as jewelry, and as such it is often caricatured in stories as a thief. Jackdaws often ride on the backs of sheep and other mammals, seeking ticks as well as actively gathering wool or hair for nests, and will catch flying ants in flight. Western jackdaws are very skilled flyers and can maneuver tightly as well as tumble and glide. -AZ Animals, Animalia

tagged by: @ofhighever

tagging: anyone who's up for it!!

#dash game : i’ve been caught up in a riptide #// i really should do more with a.lfie #( ocm : alfinnea / the wild monster rider ) #tagged : maybe it's me #tagging : maybe it's you

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// Added Alfinnea and her Monsties to the OC site. I’ll try and work on their bios sometime this week.

// Long story short, she used to be part of a village of riders who stopped trusting monsters after a group of hunters set a monster loose in their village on purpose and then used that destruction to justify them abandoning their traditions due to the “unpredictable and destructive” nature of monsters. Alfinnea refused and decided to go off into the wild with her monsties. Just a full on feral gal.

#about : you’re just a lost cause #( ocm : alfinnea the wild monster rider )

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// dont look yet but...

#// i caved #// thanks neon <3 #( cm : navirou the felyne ) #( ocm : alfinnea the wild monster rider )