Sky smells of pure sunshine, and power leaks from his body. The skies themselves bow to his will. When he is angered, lightning spills from his eyes. There is an aura of pure power about him, and the sky seems to reflect his mood. Looking at him is like looking at the sun.
Nature seems to respect Four. The leaves flutter when he passes, though there is no wind, and the grass bows before his feet hit it. No matter where he goes, nature protects him like a valued friend. He fights with the strength of four men, and his eyes are every shade of color.
The trees themselves bow down to Time, and nature treats him as though he is her child. The grass grows greener around him, and wildflowers bloom where he steps. His injured eye leaks with some dangerous dark power whenever it opens, and when angered the marks on his face glow.
Beasts flock to Twilight, whispering secrets and telling tales. His teeth are unnaturally pointed and his eyes gleam with some dark and off putting power. His voice is melodic, and simply listening to it can put you into a trance. His body is unnaturally strong and there is an air of sorrow about him.
Wind speaks to the ocean, and she answers. His eyes can see the spirits of the dead, and the dead can see him too. He cannot drown, and when he is joyful, a nonexistent breeze ruffles his hair. When he is angered, the forces of the wind come against you.
The seasons bow to Legends will, shifting and changing when he wishes them to. His rings glint in the the sunlight and each one only serves to enhance his power. The ocean scorns him, but the hills and mountains and valleys treat him as one of their own. Animals flock to him also, basking in his powerful aura, and protecting him as he sleeps.
Hyrule glows with magic. It spills and leaks from every scar, and every crack in his body. A simple touch could heal you, or leave you dead where you stand. Fairies flock to him, alighting on his head, his shoulders, his hands, wherever they can. They do as he bids, and they do it without question.
Warriors has an awesome strength surrounding him, and being near him gives you confidence. His eyes gleam with the horrors of war, and shine with the temporary peace that comes after it. He can take out an entire battalion with the flick of his finger, or give them strength to fight once more. Death will not come for him. It cannot.
Nature loves Wild. The bears calm for him, rivers rage for him, and fire will burn until he asks it to stop. Wherever he walks, the land is revitalized, and the birds sing. Fish swim directly into his hands, and mountains tremble before him. He may be a diety. He just can’t remember.
