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Way back when I got a bunch of silly anthro designs for various monsters from the Monster Hunter series because... well I don't really have a good reason. Giant monster women will just have to be reason enough.
Looking back on it I realized oh hey these would actually be perfect as the various Trainers that populate my Monster Hugger series. So here! Think of these couple of pictures/designs as a little bestiary of sorts. Showing off what kind of enormous monsters have taken it upon themselves to train, bully, and dote on oh so tiny Hunters.
Canonically speaking I would say this silly discussion and info dumping of Trainers comes... right after the events of Monster Hugger Freedom
Wonderful design by
saintsucrose!
-, NEXT
“Have you given it any more thought, Jet?”
“Given what more thought?” the Hunter curiously hummed as he flicked up his helmet's fluted visor.
“You know what! Training!” hissed Taras. The towering Tobi-Kadachi, a wiry amalgamation of snake and squirrel, tucked his hands behind his head with a playful blep.
“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Flopped back upon Astera's shoreline, sea grasses brushing at his pauldrons, Jet made himself comfortable within the shade of the palm trees swaying overhead.
The rustle of the fronds, and the hiss of the surf, drowned out Taras' disapproving growl. “Jettttttt. You musssn't get complasssent!” Leaning back into the trunks of a thicket of palms, their roots ominously creaking as they mulled uprooting themselves, the Tobi-Kadachi couldn't help but shake his head.
“Feh,” Jet raspberried with a dismissive swat of his hand. “I'll be training you. I'll be training Alma. Nell too at this rate. That's plenty!”
“That'sss not the sssame!” Taras snipped. With a wiggle here, and a nudge there, the Fanged Wyvern bumped the Hunter aside with a blue scaled and lanky tree trunk of a leg. “You may be training usss but who will be training you?”
Jet grunted at every knock of the Tobi-Kadachi's knees. “We've been over this haven't we? Every other Master Rank Trainer is already accounted for!”
“Yesss but...” Reaching up towards the canopy, his clawed fingers clutching at the base of a fruiting stalk swarmed by bees, Taras casually snapped free the fruit-laden branch. Ahhing wide he contentedly gorged himself on a mass of pulpy orange berries and crunchy insect carapaces alike. “What about sssome of the Rookie Trainersss? Or Advanced Trainersss?” he mumbled between mouthfuls.
“What? Why? So I don't lose my edge?”
“Mmhmm!” Taras happily nodded as streams of juice trickled down his maw.
Jet hummed as he rolled his blue and red star pendants, proudly dangling from his neck, about his palm. “I suppose...”
“How about... Juneau?” offered the tremendous Tobi.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
The Great Jagras was amongst the most popular of Rookie Trainers, twas true, but it was for admittedly all the wrong reasons. The colossal and corpulent reptile, standing head and shoulders over already gigantic Trainers like Nell and Taras, adhered to... utterly non-existent standards.
So long as you didn't collapse under the weight of your own armor, much less weapon, Juneau would more or less give you a pass. She called out her attacks, if you could even call them that, well in advance. Halfhearted stomps. Leisurely belly blops. The Great Jagras had a frightening amount of weight to throw around that she... simply couldn't be bothered to put to good use.
Then in the unlikely event you somehow, someway, failed to meet her embarrassingly low standards she was all too open to looking the other way provided you could bribe her with whatever the Canteen was serving that day.
“I'd really rather not,” Jet grimaced. “I'm not sure what, if anything, I could learn from her. Hells, her bad habits would probably rub off on me! Honestly makes me grateful I got stuck with you as my Rookie Trainer all things considered...”
Blood red eyes gone wide, Taras excitedly cupped his hands to his cheeks.
“...Stop that.”
Tail curling round Jet, sparks of electricity jumping among the tufts of fur and spikes that lined it, the Tobi-Kadachi manically wiggled while his forked tongue fluttered between his lips.
With a resigned sigh, Jet let his limbs go limp as Taras scooped him up for emphatic nuzzles. “Go on then. Get it out of your system.”
Taras couldn't help but giddily growl. Nosing and blepping the Hunter in earnest the Fanged Wyvern enthusiastically showered his beloved and bitty buddy with overflowing amounts of affection.
Clearing his throat with a pointed ahem, and tamping down his reluctant blush, Jet scritched at the side of the snake squirrel's muzzle. “...You're a good Trainer. You know that, right? I wouldn't have made it as far as I have without you beating what lessons you did into me.”
HURK
Jet wheezed when Taras brought him in close to his chest for a crushing hug.
“A-a-and you're a better friend!” the Tobi-Kadachi sniffled and hissed. “The bessst friend, even.”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” mumbled the Hunter as he grudgingly hugged back what little he could. “...You're my best friend too.”
-, NEXT
Looking back on it I realized oh hey these would actually be perfect as the various Trainers that populate my Monster Hugger series. So here! Think of these couple of pictures/designs as a little bestiary of sorts. Showing off what kind of enormous monsters have taken it upon themselves to train, bully, and dote on oh so tiny Hunters.
Canonically speaking I would say this silly discussion and info dumping of Trainers comes... right after the events of Monster Hugger Freedom
Wonderful design by
saintsucrose!-, NEXT
“Have you given it any more thought, Jet?”
“Given what more thought?” the Hunter curiously hummed as he flicked up his helmet's fluted visor.
“You know what! Training!” hissed Taras. The towering Tobi-Kadachi, a wiry amalgamation of snake and squirrel, tucked his hands behind his head with a playful blep.
“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Flopped back upon Astera's shoreline, sea grasses brushing at his pauldrons, Jet made himself comfortable within the shade of the palm trees swaying overhead.
The rustle of the fronds, and the hiss of the surf, drowned out Taras' disapproving growl. “Jettttttt. You musssn't get complasssent!” Leaning back into the trunks of a thicket of palms, their roots ominously creaking as they mulled uprooting themselves, the Tobi-Kadachi couldn't help but shake his head.
“Feh,” Jet raspberried with a dismissive swat of his hand. “I'll be training you. I'll be training Alma. Nell too at this rate. That's plenty!”
“That'sss not the sssame!” Taras snipped. With a wiggle here, and a nudge there, the Fanged Wyvern bumped the Hunter aside with a blue scaled and lanky tree trunk of a leg. “You may be training usss but who will be training you?”
Jet grunted at every knock of the Tobi-Kadachi's knees. “We've been over this haven't we? Every other Master Rank Trainer is already accounted for!”
“Yesss but...” Reaching up towards the canopy, his clawed fingers clutching at the base of a fruiting stalk swarmed by bees, Taras casually snapped free the fruit-laden branch. Ahhing wide he contentedly gorged himself on a mass of pulpy orange berries and crunchy insect carapaces alike. “What about sssome of the Rookie Trainersss? Or Advanced Trainersss?” he mumbled between mouthfuls.
“What? Why? So I don't lose my edge?”
“Mmhmm!” Taras happily nodded as streams of juice trickled down his maw.
Jet hummed as he rolled his blue and red star pendants, proudly dangling from his neck, about his palm. “I suppose...”
“How about... Juneau?” offered the tremendous Tobi.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
The Great Jagras was amongst the most popular of Rookie Trainers, twas true, but it was for admittedly all the wrong reasons. The colossal and corpulent reptile, standing head and shoulders over already gigantic Trainers like Nell and Taras, adhered to... utterly non-existent standards.
So long as you didn't collapse under the weight of your own armor, much less weapon, Juneau would more or less give you a pass. She called out her attacks, if you could even call them that, well in advance. Halfhearted stomps. Leisurely belly blops. The Great Jagras had a frightening amount of weight to throw around that she... simply couldn't be bothered to put to good use.
Then in the unlikely event you somehow, someway, failed to meet her embarrassingly low standards she was all too open to looking the other way provided you could bribe her with whatever the Canteen was serving that day.
“I'd really rather not,” Jet grimaced. “I'm not sure what, if anything, I could learn from her. Hells, her bad habits would probably rub off on me! Honestly makes me grateful I got stuck with you as my Rookie Trainer all things considered...”
Blood red eyes gone wide, Taras excitedly cupped his hands to his cheeks.
“...Stop that.”
Tail curling round Jet, sparks of electricity jumping among the tufts of fur and spikes that lined it, the Tobi-Kadachi manically wiggled while his forked tongue fluttered between his lips.
With a resigned sigh, Jet let his limbs go limp as Taras scooped him up for emphatic nuzzles. “Go on then. Get it out of your system.”
Taras couldn't help but giddily growl. Nosing and blepping the Hunter in earnest the Fanged Wyvern enthusiastically showered his beloved and bitty buddy with overflowing amounts of affection.
Clearing his throat with a pointed ahem, and tamping down his reluctant blush, Jet scritched at the side of the snake squirrel's muzzle. “...You're a good Trainer. You know that, right? I wouldn't have made it as far as I have without you beating what lessons you did into me.”
HURK
Jet wheezed when Taras brought him in close to his chest for a crushing hug.
“A-a-and you're a better friend!” the Tobi-Kadachi sniffled and hissed. “The bessst friend, even.”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” mumbled the Hunter as he grudgingly hugged back what little he could. “...You're my best friend too.”
-, NEXT
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1945 x 1894px
File Size 3 MB
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