User blog:Cerberus24/Fan faction: The little things

My first Fan Fiction, enjoy!

This will be a long running project, and will be based on Monster hunter tri.

Charecters are based on members of my Clan, Tooth and Claw. Also based on friends in general, please tell me if you dislike your likeness being used.

Prologue
A great hunter once said look at the little things. From the way a lynian pounces to a monsters fatigue, its always the tiniest details that can change a hunt, for better or for worse. No detail can be overlooked, as nothing is unimportant. There is the obvious, and then the intricate, and intricacies are moments of decision making, and great importance. In other words, intricacies are little things.

Vaan sighed and put the book down. He was a hunter, not a scholer. He didnt know why the guild told them to read these books. Hunting can best be learnt through doing, not studying. Any hunter with guts would tell you that. He picked up his great sword and left a tip on the Argosy kitchen counter as he got up from his feast of Goldenfish brew and Blessed wine, feeling a bit light headed but also strangely rejuvanated. He buckled up his Hunters armour and opened the door onto the deck of his transport, shielding his eyes from the light. When Vaan took his hand away, he nearly fell over in his suprise at the view; he could see grassy mountains and a crystal sea ahead of him, the kind of thing you'd see on a Crimson seabream advert. It was perfect. Vaan contemplated how best to traverse the area as he approached the three other hunters on deck. This was the day he first hunted a great jaggi, and these people were his companions.

The thick set boy on the left was called Atlas. His muscles bulged under his Bone armour as he clenched and unclenched the handle of his Ludroth bone maul hammer. His eyes drifted back to Vaan and they nodded to each other. Atlas was not very intellegent, but his hunting and combat abilities were second to none in Vaan's opinion. He was strong, had good reflexes and was caring about all other hunters in his party. A natural born hunter, Vaan thought to himself, approving of these amazing traits. He looked to the right of Atlas to the middle of the other three. There stood Desia, sharpening her blade and tapping her shield on the mast. Her elegant features, showed off by the tight leather armour, were perfect for a Sword and Shield user.She looked up and grinned at him, her Commenders Dagger reflecting her refined features. Vaan nodded back. Smiling was no thing a hunter should do before a job. She was friendly, caring and had wits as sharp as a blade's edge, but was impatient and had a habit of taking unneccesary hits to try to speed things up a bit. Vaan made a mental note to keep an eye on her.

Now Vaan got a shock: he looked to the right and saw his final hunting companion, but he was reading from a book! An idiot, Vaan thought to himself, and muttered something under his breath about why they needed a Librarian. The hunter, Who's name was apparently Theo, Looked up and raised an eyebrow quizzically underneath his Jaggi cap. Desia giggled from behind Vaan, and he turned sharply. Desia blushed, then got back to sharpening. Theo smirked, then his smile dropped as he read something on the book. He paled, cursed himself for carelessness and switched the order of ammo in his belt. He then twisted the scope on his medium bowgun so he didnt have to look into the sun, and colour returned to his face as he restored perfect order to his pre-hunt status. This time, it was Vaan's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Its the little things that count" Theo said to him as he noticed his peers dissaproval.

Vaan grunted and stomped back into the canteen, his Jawblade catching on the handle in his haste.