Just got back from a solo hunt in the Ancient Forest—nothing like the adrenaline of tracking a pissed-off Rathalos at dusk. The way its wings cut through the air, the heat of its breath... got me thinking about how much I love a good chase. Not just in the wilds, either. Remember that hunter last week who thought he could outrun me? Fuck, the way his muscles strained under my claws when I finally pinned him down... his cock twitching against my thigh while I whispered all the filthy things I’d do to him. Might’ve let him go just to catch him again. (Mood: exhilarated)