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Hunter squads are made up of maximum four man teams. Whether you have all Blademasters, all Gunman or a combination is all up to you. Others prefer to Hunt and take on contracts solo, they're usually some of the most skilled and well equipped Hunters around. Very rarely these individuals accept companions on Contracts and when they do, it is usually another solo Hunter, someone who is just as skilled and won't get in the way.



                As usual the morning broke early over the hessian, and cloth shades of the market, and trade vendor stalls onto the dusty, rock, and currently empty streets and eateries, but as sunrise grew ever brighter the Hunter's woke ready, and as ever always; hungry. Soon there was the ever familiar sound of flints chipping against one another, followed by the crackles of dry bark, grass and coal as the stone grills, flat tops and ovens ignited with the fire's life. The sounds that followed were the clattering of wooden and stone barricades being moved into place as the vendors prepared for the day's trade, sleepy and grunted greetings soon filling the air.

                In the still cool, and well shaded room of a Hunter's chambers, a creature of about three feet tall with fur as glossed and black as ebony, striped dark navy in the sun silently strode effortlessly on its rear legs to the still resting Hunter's bedside. As effortlessly and silently as it moved, it climbed upon the bed by the sleeping body, a clawed paw raised above the ignorantly sleeping male. With a swift motion- BOP- the paw smothered and squashed against the blonde's face, making him groan irritably. "Meow-ster?" came a somewhat rattled and affectionate burr over the commotion outside, "Are you awake, Nya?".

                "I am now" The male whined at length, making the Felyne Cat companion perched by his side purr with a smile, "Why are you up so early, Lyger?"

                "If you don't get up, all the good contracts will be gone, it's the purr-fect opportunity to get the best Z for the least effort, Nya-know?" Lyger once again meowed before giving his whiskers a quick clean. The hunter sighed and stretched with a throaty groan, his joints and muscles ached from his efforts the day before, still recovering from the days hunts, "but... If you want-" Lyger began making the Aqua-Eyed hunter peer down his nose at the cat curiously, "There's no harm in having a day off, right?". Like sweet, kitten purrs to the Hunter's ears. The blonde lifted his hand lazily from his side, patting the Felyne roughly atop his head and around his pointy ears.

                "I think someone just earn't himself some Goldfish pancakes for breakfast". Now it was Lyger's turn to dote the Blonde with affection. With that the blonde threw his legs over the edge of the king-sized bed, his bare feet touching the stone floor reluctantly but cherished the cool while it lasted, the temperature was already rising outside and fast. He traveled down stairs his armor sat mounted on the wooden display dummy by the nearby wall, The Rathalos Soul-Z rank armor, his weapon- his prized greatsword, The Anima Reaper, mounted on the wall beside it. In silence and without hurry he donned the heavy, Blue and Black scaled armor and slid the silver visor down to help shield his identity- he was a solo Hunter, after all. Lyger hurried and fetched his own weapon, a small hammer that appeared innocent to the untrained and ignorant, but this pretty little kitty alone would make a Stygian Zinogre think twice about a challenge. With the pair armored, armed and hungry as hell, Lyger leapt upon his master's shoulders, perching effortlessly amongst the armor's divots and spines as the Hunter stepped outside into the morning sun.

                "Master Fenrir-!"

                "Hm?" The blonde, Fenrir, grunted trying to hide his frustration at being set upon only moments after leaving his home, "What is it, lad"

                "I'm sorry, I know it's early but the Guild Master wanted to see you" the young messenger said shyly, averting his gaze low as he offered Fenrir a small sealed envelope. Fenrir stared at the sealed paper for a moment, his irritation and intense stare growing until the edge of his visor was bopped once more by Lyger.

                "Are you going to take it or Nya? The poor kitten's arm will fall off if you make him wait much long-gurr" Lyger burred, the squeak of his obvious cat nature echoing in Fenrir's helmet slightly.

                "... Fine. But i'm having breakfast first!" Fenrir huffed snatching the piece of paper from the boy's hand and turned on his heel walking off.

                "That was de-furr-nitely a must" Lyger agreed as both their bellies squirmed in unison as their noses caught scent of the first fresh batch of pastries for the day.

~

                "Fenrir! Good morning you sly dog! Had a sleep in huh?"

                "Good morning Giga" Fenrir droned with a smile as the Gunner, donning a full set of high ranking Nargacuga armor slid off a bench in the Hunter's Guild Hall waiting lobby, "Well I tried to, but somebody was being a little proactive this morning". Lyger burred proudly before cleaning the last of the Goldfish pancake crumbs from his muzzle and whiskers. Giga's emerald eyes glimmered as he chuckled at the pair in front of him, the scar across his nose stretching with his cheeks almost disappearing, before Giga punched Fenrir affectionately in the nook of his shoulder.

                "So why so early then? Usually you guys like to spend a good couple hours on breakfast don't'cha?"

                "Meow-ster was summoned, I didn't even get seconds" Lyger huffed as Giga's eyes fell to Fenrir's visor.

                "Yeah? So you too huh?"

                "You were summoned also?" Fenrir asked, his arms folding to display his curiosity.

                "Yeah, first thing I stepped out the door, little girl bailed me up and was cramming this letter in my face"

                "What's it say?"

                "You mean you didn't read it?" Giga scoffed with amusement, a silent shrug was the reply, "Apparently we've got a new Hunter"

                "Oh whoopty-fucking-do. New Hunters are registered every ten minutes, so why are two Elite Hunters- not to mention Solo Hunters- being called for babysitting duty" Fenrir said letting his arms fall by his sides and shook his head, Giga shrugging in agreement.

                "I dunno' man, but there's gotta' be something about this hunter that we don't know about if they're calling on the likes of us-"

                "And there is!". Both men fell silent as the Guild Master's voice suddenly barked from behind them. The two spun their shoulders and met the elder in the eye, a respectful but short bow from the both of them as the short, old, gremlin looking man sank into a cross legged position on a large throne of pillows, "She's the daughter of a Grand Master, thus she is not to be taken lightly, she is a skilled Blademaster- much like yourself, Fenrir... So you are to escort her and protect her until she completed her required Contractor Hours then she will return home before being sent elsewhere..."

                "If she's a Grand Master's daughter why would she need protecting, especially on Hunts..." Giga asked, his tone gentle as not to offend.

                "Would you send your first born into the heart of a Rathian's nest alone on her first Contractor Hunt, no matter how many she'd killed before hand?" The elder asked, his yellowed and wrinkled skin wriggling as he spoke, squinting at the pair through his already thick lens glasses. The pair looked at each other awkwardly in silence for a moment before they each met the Guild Master's stare once more, "As I thought. Now! She should be here by now, from what I've been informed, her Skiff arrived from the Capital early this morning, she was instructed to meet you both in the main square of the marketplace, if she's not already waiting she should be there any minute". Neither of them moved, awaiting for the simplest details; what she looked like. The Guild Master now busying himself with reports he'd just been handed by one of the Guildies, ignorant to the two confused Hunters still standing before him.

                "Umm, Sir?" Fenrir finally spoke up, the man's head snapping up in irritation making the pair shoot stiff, Lyger's claws digging into Fenrir's armor with a screech.

                "What? What do you want here! Shoo-! Off with you!" He barked, waving the excessively large quill in hand dramatically.

                "W-We will, but-"

                "But what?"

                "You didn't tell us what she looked like, how will we know who she is? Who were looking for?" Fenrir stammered getting his composure again, hoping his visor shadowed the embarrassment written all over his face from the giggling Guildie girls scattered about the hall. The Guild Master smiled which only intensified his face full of wrinkles, squashing his narrow grey eyes even further to the point of almost disappearing under his cheeks.

                "Oh, you'll know her when you see her. Now off with ya!".

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Hunter squads are made up of maximum four man teams. Whether you have all Blademasters, all Gunman or a combination is all up to you. Others prefer to Hunt and take on contracts solo, they're usually some of the most skilled and well equipped Hunters around. Very rarely these individuals accept companions on Contracts and when they do, it is usually another solo Hunter, someone who is just as skilled and won't get in the way.



                As usual the morning broke early over the hessian, and cloth shades of the market, and trade vendor stalls onto the dusty, rock, and currently empty streets and eateries, but as sunrise grew ever brighter the Hunter's woke ready, and as ever always; hungry. Soon there was the ever familiar sound of flints chipping against one another, followed by the crackles of dry bark, grass and coal as the stone grills, flat tops and ovens ignited with the fire's life. The sounds that followed were the clattering of wooden and stone barricades being moved into place as the vendors prepared for the day's trade, sleepy and grunted greetings soon filling the air.

                In the still cool, and well shaded room of a Hunter's chambers, a creature of about three feet tall with fur as glossed and black as ebony, striped dark navy in the sun silently strode effortlessly on its rear legs to the still resting Hunter's bedside. As effortlessly and silently as it moved, it climbed upon the bed by the sleeping body, a clawed paw raised above the ignorantly sleeping male. With a swift motion- BOP- the paw smothered and squashed against the blonde's face, making him groan irritably. "Meow-ster?" came a somewhat rattled and affectionate burr over the commotion outside, "Are you awake, Nya?".

                "I am now" The male whined at length, making the Felyne Cat companion perched by his side purr with a smile, "Why are you up so early, Lyger?"

                "If you don't get up, all the good contracts will be gone, it's the purr-fect opportunity to get the best Z for the least effort, Nya-know?" Lyger once again meowed before giving his whiskers a quick clean. The hunter sighed and stretched with a throaty groan, his joints and muscles ached from his efforts the day before, still recovering from the days hunts, "but... If you want-" Lyger began making the Aqua-Eyed hunter peer down his nose at the cat curiously, "There's no harm in having a day off, right?". Like sweet, kitten purrs to the Hunter's ears. The blonde lifted his hand lazily from his side, patting the Felyne roughly atop his head and around his pointy ears.

                "I think someone just earn't himself some Goldfish pancakes for breakfast". Now it was Lyger's turn to dote the Blonde with affection. With that the blonde threw his legs over the edge of the king-sized bed, his bare feet touching the stone floor reluctantly but cherished the cool while it lasted, the temperature was already rising outside and fast. He traveled down stairs his armor sat mounted on the wooden display dummy by the nearby wall, The Rathalos Soul-Z rank armor, his weapon- his prized greatsword, The Anima Reaper, mounted on the wall beside it. In silence and without hurry he donned the heavy, Blue and Black scaled armor and slid the silver visor down to help shield his identity- he was a solo Hunter, after all. Lyger hurried and fetched his own weapon, a small hammer that appeared innocent to the untrained and ignorant, but this pretty little kitty alone would make a Stygian Zinogre think twice about a challenge. With the pair armored, armed and hungry as hell, Lyger leapt upon his master's shoulders, perching effortlessly amongst the armor's divots and spines as the Hunter stepped outside into the morning sun.

                "Master Fenrir-!"

                "Hm?" The blonde, Fenrir, grunted trying to hide his frustration at being set upon only moments after leaving his home, "What is it, lad"

                "I'm sorry, I know it's early but the Guild Master wanted to see you" the young messenger said shyly, averting his gaze low as he offered Fenrir a small sealed envelope. Fenrir stared at the sealed paper for a moment, his irritation and intense stare growing until the edge of his visor was bopped once more by Lyger.

                "Are you going to take it or Nya? The poor kitten's arm will fall off if you make him wait much long-gurr" Lyger burred, the squeak of his obvious cat nature echoing in Fenrir's helmet slightly.

                "... Fine. But i'm having breakfast first!" Fenrir huffed snatching the piece of paper from the boy's hand and turned on his heel walking off.

                "That was de-furr-nitely a must" Lyger agreed as both their bellies squirmed in unison as their noses caught scent of the first fresh batch of pastries for the day.

~

                "Fenrir! Good morning you sly dog! Had a sleep in huh?"

                "Good morning Giga" Fenrir droned with a smile as the Gunner, donning a full set of high ranking Nargacuga armor slid off a bench in the Hunter's Guild Hall waiting lobby, "Well I tried to, but somebody was being a little proactive this morning". Lyger burred proudly before cleaning the last of the Goldfish pancake crumbs from his muzzle and whiskers. Giga's emerald eyes glimmered as he chuckled at the pair in front of him, the scar across his nose stretching with his cheeks almost disappearing, before Giga punched Fenrir affectionately in the nook of his shoulder.

                "So why so early then? Usually you guys like to spend a good couple hours on breakfast don't'cha?"

                "Meow-ster was summoned, I didn't even get seconds" Lyger huffed as Giga's eyes fell to Fenrir's visor.

                "Yeah? So you too huh?"

                "You were summoned also?" Fenrir asked, his arms folding to display his curiosity.

                "Yeah, first thing I stepped out the door, little girl bailed me up and was cramming this letter in my face"

                "What's it say?"

                "You mean you didn't read it?" Giga scoffed with amusement, a silent shrug was the reply, "Apparently we've got a new Hunter"

                "Oh whoopty-fucking-do. New Hunters are registered every ten minutes, so why are two Elite Hunters- not to mention Solo Hunters- being called for babysitting duty" Fenrir said letting his arms fall by his sides and shook his head, Giga shrugging in agreement.

                "I dunno' man, but there's gotta' be something about this hunter that we don't know about if they're calling on the likes of us-"

                "And there is!". Both men fell silent as the Guild Master's voice suddenly barked from behind them. The two spun their shoulders and met the elder in the eye, a respectful but short bow from the both of them as the short, old, gremlin looking man sank into a cross legged position on a large throne of pillows, "She's the daughter of a Grand Master, thus she is not to be taken lightly, she is a skilled Blademaster- much like yourself, Fenrir... So you are to escort her and protect her until she completed her required Contractor Hours then she will return home before being sent elsewhere..."

                "If she's a Grand Master's daughter why would she need protecting, especially on Hunts..." Giga asked, his tone gentle as not to offend.

                "Would you send your first born into the heart of a Rathian's nest alone on her first Contractor Hunt, no matter how many she'd killed before hand?" The elder asked, his yellowed and wrinkled skin wriggling as he spoke, squinting at the pair through his already thick lens glasses. The pair looked at each other awkwardly in silence for a moment before they each met the Guild Master's stare once more, "As I thought. Now! She should be here by now, from what I've been informed, her Skiff arrived from the Capital early this morning, she was instructed to meet you both in the main square of the marketplace, if she's not already waiting she should be there any minute". Neither of them moved, awaiting for the simplest details; what she looked like. The Guild Master now busying himself with reports he'd just been handed by one of the Guildies, ignorant to the two confused Hunters still standing before him.

                "Umm, Sir?" Fenrir finally spoke up, the man's head snapping up in irritation making the pair shoot stiff, Lyger's claws digging into Fenrir's armor with a screech.

                "What? What do you want here! Shoo-! Off with you!" He barked, waving the excessively large quill in hand dramatically.

                "W-We will, but-"

                "But what?"

                "You didn't tell us what she looked like, how will we know who she is? Who were looking for?" Fenrir stammered getting his composure again, hoping his visor shadowed the embarrassment written all over his face from the giggling Guildie girls scattered about the hall. The Guild Master smiled which only intensified his face full of wrinkles, squashing his narrow grey eyes even further to the point of almost disappearing under his cheeks.

                "Oh, you'll know her when you see her. Now off with ya!".