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The beast slumbers away, breathing shallow and steady by lucid means. He is not blessed with dreams or plagued by nightmares. It is simply the restoration of energy that has found itself necessary within the likeness of this moment.
"It sure has been awhile since I last visited."
❛❛❥∙∙∙: “Whoaaaa, you have an awesome shield, dude.”
"Oh----thank you. It serves its purpose, that's for sure."
"Time to herd up th'goats."
Taylor?
That’s me.
If you're who I think you are, then I'm super excited for this blog.
I'm not really trying to keep my identity a secret, but if I am who you think I am then I'm glad? Then again I feel like if a few people knew who I was they'd just roll their eyes and respond with "another blog? damn" kinda deal. /shrug
Make me a hero. ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)
“But——I——that’s easier said than done, sir.”
"It's a nice day for a stroll--right, Epona?" A hearty snort is given, as though there was understanding. When, truly, no doubt there was. Not just a steed, not just a mare of tanned brilliancy, but a friend.
A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage.
◄Independent, canon The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess Link role play blog.
◄8+ years of role playing experience.
◄Single ship (by chemistry only).
◄Icons.
◄One-liners, script, para, novella, etc.
◄Open to AUs, OCs, and multiple verses.
◄Mun is older than eighteen (but more often than not SFW).
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Cants the chin downward, flecked oculi generally noticing each hidden weapon except that which existed in plain sight. A tease if there were ever a tease. ❝I don’t. See anything.❞
"--Well, maybe m'just seeing things."
Momentary is the lift of lightly adorned hombres, a shrug that banishes all contemplation to the item in question. Its shape was strange, the man's garb even stranger. But he is not the judging type. Many a people has he come into contact. He is no stranger to different cultures.
"My name is Link--what's your name, sir?"
❝——What is what?❞ Words tinged with mild anticipation easily reflect the vivid yet reluctant disposition of honest answers.
"That--right there."
As this young lad is lifting into postural correction, a lateral index juts outward in extensiveness. 'Tis directed toward the aforementioned object, piquing his interest greatly.
"What is that..?" He was referring to the butt of a colt partially concealed by opposing trousers.
"Time t'start another day, Epona." And an endearing pat is given against the side of thickened stock of neck, garnering a warm snort and trot from the trusted companion beneath him.
"Sleeping is for those who are weak minded."
"But----"
