Kushala Daora Ecology
Kushala Daora Ecology
The land of Minegarde is stuck with gales and storms not produced by nature, but from a dragon. Blizzards strike its cold hands across the frozen mountain while the tempests howl through the jungle. Great ice crystals left by the gaze scatter the snowy plain. A metallic glaze flashes through the lands delivering with it devastating gales. The cold-hearted beast freezes its quarry with the breath of winter and blows away its enemies with a wind stronger than any storm. Leaving behind its age, it leaves a memory of the wonder and mystery it carries with it. The legendary Dragon of the Wind, Kushala Daora.
Basic information: The Kushala Daora is the Elder Dragon of the Wind. They inhabit the snowy mountain near Pokke and the jungle, where there is a lot of moisture. They hunt using the special mechanism of their bodies they can expel bursts or air, or in some case ice. If they live a normal life, they can live for up to 50 years.
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Salutation, the name is Xglide, felyne scribe, nya nya. Ever since the day I saw the fight between the rathalos and the tigrex in the mountain, Ive been interested in these wyvern fights, and even more interested with writing Monster Ecologies. I still have the scales from the rathalos/ tigrex [depending on the ending you chose], nya. Anyways, this story is about another fight, the battle of Ying and Yang, wyvern and dragon, fire and ice, earth and sky, meow. The picture above was drawn by a good friend of mine, a melynx artist Terekjet, who also drew a picture for the rathalos and tigrex fight I mentioned earlier, nya nya. For the concernment of others, I was not hurt just shaken by the fact that I have seen this epic battle, meow. This battle occurred in the afternoon and lasted for quite a while, nya. And thus the story begins.
After having written down the ecology of the
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Out of all the battles I have witnessed, this battle has been, so far, the most profound and ridiculous. It is a battle which happened in the caves of the snowy mountains near the Moga coast, a battle of epic proportions. The picture above was painted by a hunter by the name of Segago, who was laughing the most out of my audience to whom I told this battle to. And so the "battle" begins.
I was studying the caves of the snowy mountain. More specifically, I was checking their mineral composition as well as the Acid/Base level found on the surface of the wall. Of course, in caves like these, Gigginox like to lay their eggs. The gigis were around alright but all I needed to do was throw a slab of meat somewhere and off they go; I wasn't being bothered at all yet. I had thrown the meat where I lit one of the lanterns so I could see where they all were.
Apparently, one was o
Khezu Ecology, Meow.Khezu Ecology, Meow.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Salutations, I am Xglide, felyne scribe, meow. I journey the terrains of Minegarde in search of stories written by nature, nya. Many of these call to me, my most recent one has taken me to three places, none of which I am at now, nya nya. I am in a land charred with what looks like claws, not by fire but by lightning, the ground burned by acid, and the pools seeping with poison, mya. I talk of the swamp, purr. But similar signs have spoken to me from the mountains, though its snow muffled most of the cries, nya. In its own darkness it relies on its sense of small to live, nya. The cry of the Blind Wyvern, the Blind Lightning, the Khezu, calls to me, purr.
Basic Information: Khezu are wyverns of the dark, blind. They live in their own darkness. Mostly inhabiting the jungle near Kokoto, the snowy mountains near Pokke, and in swamps, they rely on their powerful nose for survival. Called the Blind Lightning, they can defend and attack themselves
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Salutations, once again, ladies, gents, felines, and cousin melynxes, nya. I come today from the dry, dry deserts near the Village of Moga, where even the most trained of warriors faint from the spells of heat, nya. There, I witnessed a battle between the two devils of the desert, nya. And I, with my usual luck and good fortune, have been able to record these brutes fight to the death. However, it seems as I was not the only being that witnessed this battle as, soon after my return, a hunter by the name of Acelious drew this piece above, purr. I have my thanks to give to him as it will make my story a bit easier to tell. And so let us travel to the Deserts of Moga, purr.
On that day of the fight I happened to be in one of the desert caves, researching Altaroths. It was fortunate that the sentry Altaroth didn't perceive me as an enemy as I got a chance to take a close account of their lifestyle in the desert. I was watching the