Demon King of the Surface

Failure is something I couldn't help but suffer. But I have returned without clue as of why. (Demise for the Origins of Hyrule rp group, though willing to rp with other people!)

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tfw nobody in your rp group is active hhhh

I've been up to no good over on my indie Ghirahim

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The Return of the King

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If there was one thing on this earth that Ghirahim didn’t exactly enjoy, it was the desert. As a spirit, temperatures rarely bothered him unless they were in extremes, but the dirt did. The wind picked up, and the mantle he wore flapped angrily behind him when it did. His hair was blown and his face whipped with some sand. No, he was not a fan of the desert. He went about straightening his bangs while he walked in place obediently behind Demise.

Or was Demise watching him? Ghirahim glanced up through lazy brown eyes. Something must have been on Demise’s mind that he kept staring. Ghirahim, however, chose to ignore it. “Have you promised these people some form of salvation in exchange for obedience?” 

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Demise let out a breathless laugh, looking away to stare at the sands rolling in the wind. He had become quite aclimated to the change. After all, the surface did have its interesting features, even if they tended to be a little strange, such as the desert he now ruled. 

"I have." He spoke, continuing to wander through the lands towards the temporary settlement until the band of woman thieves found somewhere more permanent to make thier headquarters. "Salvation in the form of a leader, salvation in the form of a man that will one day make sure that the race becomes great!" He brought his hadn up to wave around in the air. 

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((Ack! Sorry I've been absolutely distracted with not being on this blog so pardon my absence! I'm still here, and roleplaying this dork of a king))

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Ghirahim's eyes were narrowed, and his hands covered his mouth and his nose to prevent himself from breathing in to much of the dust and Sand that blew with the wind. It wasn't until he was about twenty yards away he noticed the other. Looking up at him, he approached cautiously, saying nothing at first. "...Greetings!" He said once he was in earshot. "...Is.. Is it possible you could inform me precisely where I am? I am... Lost." He admitted hesitantly.

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He shrugged before replying. "You are in the lands of my people, the Gerudo." He blinked in surprise as he saw who exactly it was, and the scars on his forehead and chest might end up meaning something close to the other. After all, his sword, or former sword, would easily put two and two together. 

"I am guessing you're travelling through the desert for some reason or another. You can stay with my people until this damned storm blows over.

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((It's been forever since I've been on here, pardon my absence, guys!))

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One entered the sands

The night was as unkind to the desert nomads as the day was. Where the day was blistering hot, the nights were freezing, and the only warmth could be found in the bodies that the others slept beside, and Demise slept by himself, covered in blanket upon blanket to keep himself warm, as he had not quite yet wooed Nabooru into the point it would be kind to sleep beside her. 

Where this thought trail was headed was something he was unsure of, bright red eyes blazing in the day, and he kept watch, the sands whipping in his face, so he tugged the protective cloak up to cover his mouth and nose, red hair that wasn't as bright as flames as they had been in his former self, but they did do what he wished, whipped around, and the desert king felt a little more like his old self.

Now, in the hostile winds, he saw someone approach in the distance, a cloak whipping around their form. Demise raised an eyebrow before reaching for the signal to blow if things really got out of hand. He would let this figure approach first. 

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((It seems OOH has become a little silent recently... It's really odd though. I'm still here, usually on my Ghirahim or my other RP blogs (I have like a ton oops). But I'm active still. if this blog is dead or no posting whatsoever for like two weeks without a hiatus message, then assume I'm dead or missing.))

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this kind of stuff is so cool because there actually is no outline, it’s just a bunch of lines that trick your mind into giving them shape. you can get so much depth with something like this, it’s really amazing

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Human in appearance or not, Pipit knew better than to judge on looks alone. The king had put a scare in the chosen hero, and thus in all of the Skyloftian's. Swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat, Pipit spoke up, stare piercing as it remained locked on the other. "Yeah, I... I'm a knight."

Red eyebrows raised in interest. "Very well then. What are your peoples plans for the surface, might I ask? I am working on settling a troop of thieves into working life. They had been forsaken by the goddess and made their home in a desert beyond Lanayru."

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((So some stuff went down, I'm not allowed to glance at a screen after I'm done eating my food. So I'm going to submerge my head in a book, be it my sketchbook or House of Hades and lose myself in another world. As usual.))

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Why does it smell like chocolate in here?

"I don't know what you mean, shiekah." He spoke, tilting his head. 

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Pipit's whole body went tense and rigid when he spotted the demon, blue eyes widening with shock and terror. No amount of training had prepared him for this, and he had to wonder how Link faced terrors such as this on a daily basis.

Red eyes narrowed. "May I help you?" He asked. "Who are you? You look like one of those people from the sky." Demise looked at the other, frowning. He did look mortal, more of a half demon than a full one, nowhere near deserving the title of 'Demon King'.

(Ah hello, just to let you know, Demise is not the Demise we see in game, but more human :) )

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The Return of the King

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Ghirahim was rightfully surprised at the compliment he received—especially a compliment he honestly did not ask for. He found himself stumbling over words, for a second, and then finally cleared his throat and nodded his head. “It would be rude of me not to stay and meet your people.” Ghirahim reminded Demise. “Where else would I go? I suppose I tend to wander, but you are forever my Master, and I will follow you.” 

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A smile appeared on his lips. "Come on then, Ghirahim, let's go to the camp." He turned, beckoning with a finger towards the weapon. A hot wind stirred up, blowing the cloak he wore around his waist and his pants, along with Ghirahim's cloak and hair. 

Red strands of hair got in his face, red eyes watching him. 

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((I'm so sorry about not being on here in forever. I haven't been feeling most of my villians, except Ghirahim, who is a ball of sunshine, rainbows and feels. I'm still on here as Demise, pardon my absence.))

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((Oi, Ghira, you should reply, it's been a while!))