[b][color=39b54a][h2]Cynthia Leoneart & Tybalt[/h2][/color][/b]

After skinning the G. Jaggi dry, Cynthia and Tybalt began to head back to Minnegrade with their small hull. Finally this boring mission is coming to a close, for all they need to do now is get paid and head back to her apartment. She stops by the client, who thanked her for the materials, and gave her 1,000 Zeni. Just a measly... 1,000. 

Eh.

For a mission like so, it was to be expected, as the more dangerous the monster, the bigger the reward. She nods and thanks the villager kindly as she and her partner walk off. Now she was excruciatingly bored as hell. Soon, her belly begins to growl, as it snaps several unpleasant bites inside her stomach. She remembered she didn't eat a very good breakfast, only a small slice of toast.

"Tybalt..." she asks her palico, "Aren't you feeling kinda peckish?"

"Yeah I sorta am, nya. Why? You hungry too?"

"I am. Lets use our pay to grab something to eat. Our favorite stop is just ahead."

Tybalt nods as the two enter their favorite diner, following the delightful smells of the delicious food inside. Cynthia had her favorite dish; marinated steak with a side of fresh greens and Panish to drink, while Tybalt had a King Truffle with some blessed wine. The two sit at a table together and begin to eat. Behind them, was a group of hunters, not more than 3, that were by a table. Cynthia began to consider meeting the hunters, but didn't want to be so hasty. With her ears directed on the conversation, she waits.
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[b][h2]Regionald[/h2][/b]

High in the mountains of Mist Peaks, a swift breeze echoes throughout the valley. As small herd of Kelbi graze on the grasses in the forest below, with migrating Aptonoth marching through the woods, and Bullfangoes forging for mushrooms and truffles. In the trees, a lone male Kechawacha can be seen sleeping in the canopy, his ears disguising his closed eyes. Everything seemed to be in order and under control. Who would dare disrupt the peace?

Suddenly, the Kelbi herd sense something coming. The scent of a mighty predator! The next to sense it were the Aptonoths, who groaned in distress as they began to run. The Kelbi began galloping away with them, squealing in fear, as both species began to run for cover. The only one truly unaware of the situation was the Kechawacha, who had just awakened after hearing the distress from the forest floor. Yet before he could analyze the situation, several large talons come from the sky, grasping the primate's back. The Kechawacha wails in agony as he is suddenly swooped up into the sky, seeing the whole forest below him. He flails his arms and legs about, trying to desperately get free. Yet with a sudden jolt of pain, the predator bites his neck, digging its sharp teeth into his throat. The primate's wails turn into gurgles of blood as he begins to slowly pass out from the lack of air in his lungs. In just a short minute, the Kechawacha finally succumbs to his death as his corpse hangs in the mighty talons of his attacker.

The attacker was a mighty Rathalos, whose territory was not far from where his prey was, just higher up into the mountains. His name was Regionald... or some hunters like to call him, "The White Striker". Yes, this Rathalos is guilty for attacking humans and several farms in the last few years and is notorious for his sudden ambushes. No hunter has ever taken him down successfully, let alone get caught. 

He continues to fly higher into the mountains, where snow begins to form as he approaches his cave. This Kechawacha will make a very chewy yet tasty meal for himself. He drops the corpse by the entrance as he lands with a quiet thump. Before eating, he makes a loud roar, alerting anyone within the area to stay away. Once he has asserted his dominance, he begins to eat in peace, knowing that his domain is still in check.