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//Odolwa's Remains~?//

Odolwa’s Remains: tell us about a time when your muse was blinded by anger. did it cause them to make an awful decision or push someone away or perhaps ignore the otherwise good advice of their peers?

Darunia is a very proud, passionate Goron. He cares about many of things, and he cares about them a lot. While this passion can be one of his greatest virtues as a leader, it is also the source of one of his greatest flaws: his anger.

In his youth, emotions were much simpler to deal with. Back then, he would allow his feelings to run wild. He could burst out and stomp off, and it was of little consequence as long as he sincerely apologized later. But after he became chief, he realized that he couldn’t allow himself that simplicity. He couldn’t just be the chieftain’s wild son, well-intentioned but short-tempered. He had to be a leader—a role model to his tribe, a negotiator between peoples, a representative of all Gorons.

So he’s learned restraint. He still feels it just as strongly; it’s the same blazing rage that has always burned in him. But he doesn’t let it run wild anymore. Instead, it boils and simmers beneath his skin as he swallows the words he wants to shout. It’s not hard to tell when he’s angry (his eyes are enough to give it away, but the clenched fists and the tightened jaw make it even more obvious). But he’s not as concerned with hiding it as he is with keeping it from interfering with how well he serves his people.

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Majoras Mask Headcanon Meme

Bremen Mask: tell us about a time when your character was forced to grow up too fast. were they born into an unfortunately cruel world or did life pass them unfair cards?

Garo's Mask: tell us about a time your muse witnessed true honor from an opponent. was the fight spectacular or did your muse lose quickly?

Captain's Hat: has your muse ever been respected by hundreds of people? how did that make them feel and did it have a lasting effect on them?

Gibdo Mask: what was the scariest, most vividly violent memory your muse has of their parents? did it leave a traumatic scar on their memory? how do/did they cope with it?

Stone Mask: has your muse ever felt invisible to those around them? were they depressed or did something happen to make them feel this way?

Blast Mask: tell us about a time your muse went out of their way to help someone in need. did they take a reward for what they did or brag about it afterwards? is this a common occurence?

Mask of Truth: when was the last time that your muse encountered a secret that was extremely painful to unearth? how did it effect them and/or change their life?

Odolwa's Remains: tell us about a time when your muse was blinded by anger. did it cause them to make an awful decision or push someone away or perhaps ignore the otherwise good advice of their peers?

Goht's Remains: what's a point in your muse's life where they had to bargain for something dear to them? freedom, life, perhaps an object? was it really so important to them? if so, why?

Gyorg's Remains: has your muse ever been so depressed that they felt like they couldn't go on? did they ever overcome this feeling or replace it with another? how did it effect them long-term?

Twinmold's Remains: tell us about a time your muse had to accept the death of someone close to them. did it hit them really hard or were they able to make it out okay?

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sheikahminstrel:

No matter the heat blazing down from the sky, there was a certain grace that the Sheikah warrior held in the face of such temperatures.  If they were bothered by the heat, whether it was their own weakness or the addition of stifling cowls and battle suits, Sheik showed very little sign of this discomfort.  Yet despite this lack of discomfort, there was still a relief to be had in the gentle cool kisses provided by the shade.  No matter their love for the sun, their roots still tied in with the shadows and darkness, an ever welcomed friend.

Though Sheik showed little indication of noticing the Goron chief, vermillion eyes had taken the chance to catch glimpse of him.  It was not often they remained unaware.  They heard of the great Darunia, the strong and whole hearted Sage of Fire, but never did they have the chance to meet him.  But it was not their nature to pry where they shouldn’t, instead quietly and casually observing from the comfort of the shade.

Kakariko was a second home of sorts.  Though it certainly wasn’t the castle they had grown so acquainted with, this was still a village tied to their roots.  Yet their visits remained far and few in between, a disappointment quite honestly.  With all that had been taking place and the dangers that had lurked throughout the lands, Sheik had found little time to simply relax.

To feel such peace now was…off putting to say the least.

Honestly, Sheik didn’t know how to feel about the stretch of peace.  The paranoia itched at the back of their mind, uneasy and unwilling to loosen its grip.  They most likely weren’t the only one.

Glancing up at the Goron chief, there was a moment of curiosity that flashed through their eyes before pushing themself from the cool stone behind them.  It wasn’t often they were approached, but it was not as if Sheik was a stranger to socialising.  They were not as cold and mysterious as one would assume at first.  Given the right circumstances, they too enjoyed their fair share of small talk.

“I would not say I’m new here.  But my visits are few in number and often in the night.  But I thank you for your interest.”

Then a smile pulled at the corners of their eyes and perhaps they too were smiling behind the cowl ever present.

“Impa has always spoken much of you, Honoured Darunia.”

He wouldn’t want to assume that all Sheikah know each other, but Darunia couldn’t deny that he was hoping this stranger had a connection to Impa. The mention of his friend and the youth’s courteous language made his smile brighten ( if it could possibly be any brighter ). It felt quite validating to be treated so respectfully by a stranger from beyond the mountain.

”I hope she’s said good things, mostly!” he said, bursting into roaring laughter. Impa was a good friend, but they’d had their fair share of altercations. Such steadfast people make strong leaders but are bound to butt heads once in a while. Though he had been joking, he wouldn’t put it past Impa to have said critical things about him to one of her friends.

“Well, you already know who I am! Who are you, friend? Any friend of Impa’s is a friend of mine!” he exclaimed as he clapped them on the back, pounding into them with a strength much more jarring than intended.

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Some days I like being among the lion hearted. Some days I like being among the light hearted.

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While Death Mountain wasn’t a place he frequented it was a location he quite enjoyed. Anytime he made his way toward Kakariko Village he would often make his way up the trail as well. Not only had he made friends with those in the village but that of the gorons as well. While he wouldn’t say his first trip up the mountain was exactly pleasant it was something that simply had to be done. And in the end it had worked out for the best the gorons had allowed him to assist them and in turn that truly had helped all of Hyrule. The goron’s own attitude also changed they were more friendly and were even eager to help him reach the mountain top. Even though down in the village as well as Castle Town knew of him and were willing to help as needed. 

It was this that allowed the young hero to simply be at somewhat peace. Some of the gorons he passed he would speak having seen them before and always they seemed eager to ask if he needed a lift up toward the top which often he would agree too and, of course, would thank them in turn. It was during one of the few trips up there upon hearing his name did he pause to turn toward the goron. It was one he was fairly certain he had not met yet, but truly the mountain was large and with so many it wasn’t too surprising. 

The way this goron called to him was different. It was the normal greeting, it seemed to mean more than the others. He honestly wasn’t sure why that was so and there was a bit of a questionable expression on his features. He didn’t quite seemed troubles as if something was wrong, but clearly there was something. “Yes?” He questioned adjusting his movements to head toward the unfamiliar goron instead. “Is there something you need?” It was the first thing that came to him to offer his assistance if that was indeed what was needed. 

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    The boy turned toward him, & upon looking at his face-- oh. This was not his Brother. Which meant that this was not an illusion. Which meant that he had just desperately called out to a stranger. He stood still for a moment as he processed this realization, mouth still slightly agape from shouting, before realizing he had yet to answer the boy’s question.

    “Oh, uh-- no, I’m alright!” he answered, the words quickly falling from his mouth in a way unbefitting of a Goron known for his spirited, confident voice, & the sound of his own words tumbling from his lips roused him from his stunned state. 

    He had many questions for the boy, & it took all his restraint to keep from unleashing them upon him all at once. The attire, the shield, the ears ( & not to mention the immediate response to his call )-- it all seemed too uncanny to be simply a coincidence. But he seemed to be a kind young man, offering assistance without a second thought, so it was only suitable to return that kindness and be polite. 

    Realizing he had been frowning, he quickly pulled his lips into a good-natured smile. “D’you need any help getting up the mountain? It can be a pretty dangerous trek if you’re not careful.” 

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ひるまえ

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@sheikahminstrel

    The blazing, summer sun glared down on the rooftops of Kakariko Village as Darunia marched along. The heat was intense & every resident of the small town was searching for a method to keep from sweating immensely, though for the Goron chief it was quite a pleasant temperature. As he was passing through, he noticed a stranger lingering in the shade of a building. He never forgot a face ( it was something he took great pride in ) , so they must have been a traveler, or perhaps a new resident. But what piqued his interest was the insignia on the young stranger’s attire.

    Darunia didn't know much about the Sheikah. He supposed that was because of their inherently mysterious nature, if the Sage of Shadow was any indication of her tribe. But he had lived near Kakariko his entire life, & it was impossible to traverse beyond the mountainside without passing through, so he had picked up a few key items of information in his years-- & he was almost certain ( though perhaps his memory was failing him ) that the Sheikah tribe was near extinction.

    Yet there stood before him a youth bearing the Sheikah Eye across their chest. The first explanation he came to ( beyond doubting his knowledge ) was that they were a fan of some sort; he didn't find it unlikely that a well-respected leader such as Impa would amass a few groupies. The second explanation was that they simply appreciated the design, though it seemed strange that anyone who had spent any amount of time in Kakariko would be unaware of the significance of that symbol.

    The third explanation was that this young stranger was among the last of their kind.

    The swell of curiosity had gotten the better of him & he began to approach the stranger, though he realized it would be quite rude to inquire about their tribal background before introducing himself.

    "Hey-- I don’t think I’ve seen you before!" he stated, summoning his friendliest smile & trying to act like he hadn't been speculating about them moments ago. "Are you new around here?"

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@bravelink

   Feet pounded heavily along the path as Darunia slowly treaded down the mountain. If he had been in any sort of hurry he would have rolled, but he felt no need to rush. The day was young, & the sunlight shining down on the rock faces gave the mountain a warm glow that almost demanded appreciation.

   A glimpse of green caught his eye, & when he turned to see the source of it he was taken aback. It had been years since he'd last seen that familiar, unmistakable tunic with his own eyes, and simply the sight of it struck him with emotion.

   But the Hero of Time had disappeared. He'd left this realm of existence, never to return. Yet this figure, cloaked in the garb of his Sworn Brother, bearing the same shield, & standing with the same stature, was before his eyes. It must be an apparition, he told himself. He must be dreaming! It would not be the first time his lost Brother had seized his thoughts, & it would certainly not be the first time his mind had deceived him. But his emotions took hold of his throat before he could stop himself.

   "Brother!!" he called out, loud but doubtful. A light mistiness set upon his eyes. "Link!"

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mutuals like for a starter!!

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You can call me your brother if you want!

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                            but I promise you this:

I’ll ALWAYS look out for you.

                                 that’s what I’ll do