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“Rrrreowerrlllllllrowrr.”

Well, that’s a very whiny and begging meow.

Whatever kind of food is in the box, he clearly wants it.

He sits back on his paws quietly, turning up the charm, eyes wide. His ethereal tail swishes the ground, the only sign of his impatience to be fed.

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Initially jumping at the noise, Orta looks down at the pleading feline.

"Oh! Diabhal!" With a little smile, she squats down eye level with the cat. "I never did thank you for the sausages you brought me, did I?"

Shifting her position, she opens up the box to reveal a piping hot mincemeat pie. "Look! And I didn't even steal this one! The baker's wife gave it to me for getting the Keese to leave her attic!"

"Be sure to wait a minute first though, okay?" she says as she grabs a fork, "We don't want to burn ourselves! Oh! And we do have to leave some for Ori and the Wolfos pup!"

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The Witch of Hyrule Castle

A terrible woman sits on the throne She can see all with her evil eye

She controls the souls of the damned And creates monsters from the most benign objects

Children be careful this Halloween night For it is when she is most powerful And she will steal away naughty children

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Meanwhile at the castle-

“I swear no one ever trick or treats here…”

((I figured it’s been long enough that some stories mixing truth and fiction would be spread about the current queen. If you’re brave enough to visit, she’ll be handing out clementine confits.

Guest appearances by Rydia and Orta

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!))

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Please everyone take a look at Orta's ADORABLE lumberjack costume with her little ushanka.

I CANT

#cutie toes #AWESOME FRIEND ART

In the time it's taken for the cuccos to settle down, the piece of shadow has vanished. She'll likely be back, though. Sometime.

The little thief growls in frustration! She almost had her!...she should probably report this to Zelda!

Oh goddesses. The unfortunate shadow vanishes under a wave of talons and feathers. Eventually, a small scrap of darkness manages to slink away out of the open door. But most of her form is torn to pieces by the birds' fury.

Orta is quite busy making prayers and entreaties to the three that she will survive this.Thankfully, after a few enrages moments, the Cuccos seemed to be satisfied the threat has been neutralized. The screeching has died down to a few soft clucks and they begin to disperse. However, the original one that had come in, seemed quite confused at the whole situation. But the rest of the flock was filing out and so would she.Once she was sure that she wouldn't be ravaged by angry fowl, Orta sprung out from under the table, grabbing a bottle on her way.Out the door she ran after her quarry. She was going to let the little shade get away!

Well. A cucco to the face was certainly alarming. Letting out a yelp, the shadow raised her arms to grab at the bird, seeking its neck.

The shade's grasp finds purchase!Unfortunately, grabbing a cucco's neck was soon shown to be as bad an idea as per the norm. The bird made a strangled cluck. And that was about all it took,really.Orta was familiar with that noise, having accidentally trodden on one before. Eyes wide with fear, she quickly clutched Ori close and took immediate shelter under the wobbly table.A good thing too, as a flood of angry, clucking birds came pouring through the door, the windows, oh Hylia, even the chimney!

She doesn't seem impressed by that, snorting and taking a step forward. "Oh? And who's going to stop me? You? You can barely make a scratch on me." She yanks he dagger from her hand to demonstrate, tossing it to the floor and stalking another step.

This time, at least temporarily, she didn't seem cowed by the Shade. Face drawn, she too stepped forward.Behind her, in squeezed a solitary Cucco. All of its feathers were puffed out in a threat display and it was crowing in an agitated manner. For some strange reason, it seemed to be about as upset as Orta was. And angry Cuccos tend to have much less restraint than dodongos or Gerudo children. With a savage cluck, the bird launched itself at the creature in a blaze of feathers and talons.Momentarily surprised, Orta used this distraction to dive for the fallen dagger. Ori was still hissing in a most irate manner, and looked to be ready to try firing off another stream.

Zelda, on the other hand, does notice the thief about to rummage through your pants and takes immediate action. Within half a second, they are on the ground trapped in an arm-lock. "How dare you try to steal from another Gerudo!" Zelda shouts with such candor that she almost forgets she tried to do the same only a moment ago.

That certainly got her attention! The little thief while around at the sudden commotion, hastily withdrawing her hand from a hylian gentleman's satchel."Oh! I-I wasn't-" It took her a moment to figure out that the thief they were talking about actually wasn't her. Rather, it seemed that Zelda had another Gerudo subdued on the ground!"Ah, P-Princess! It's-it's okay! You can let her go! No harm done!"She had to respect a fellow thief!

((SLEEP, WILL DO THE THINGS TOMM :D))

(hand reaches tentatively towards your pocket)

How ironic, the little Gerudo is doing the same thing to someone else! She is very involved in her theft attempt that she doesn't notice she is being pilfered herself!

The dagger sticks directly in the thing's hand, and it lets out an angry snarl, eyes flashing, mouth tight. "Oh, no promises, little insect. In fact, I have an appointment with her shortly." There's a wicked grin to accompany the statement; she clearly has nothing good planned for the princess.

"No, /you're/ the insect!" That made no sense, but she was angry and wanted to say /something/ back to the creature!Anger radiated off the little Gerudo in waves. Tiny waves, but waves nonetheless. Doing her best to scowl darkly at the creature, she took a step forwardOri seemed to have forgotten her injury for the moment, for as Orta stepped forward, she hissed at the creature. This time, however, the display was far more feral. The dodongo's pupils narrowed to slits and her mouth gaped wide, revealing a few fangs that had begun to cut in.The girl didn't notice, she was set upon her task of telling this shade exactly what was going to happen!"And you're not gonna get near Zelda to do /anything/Outside, the faint sound of rustling feathers and agitated crowing could be heard.

The creature is not very impressed with the little Dodongo's flailing, and gives her a quick boot to knock her out of the way. "Oh, quite the contrary. She's been so upset, of late. Everything has been falling apart since the hero's death... a death she blames herself for, I think. Her despair is palpable, even when she's surrounded by little lights, like you."

Oh, she was not at all happy with that.Completely forgetting the shade for the moment, she rushed over to where the little dodongo had landed. Gently, she scooped up the pitiable creature. Ori was wailing rather loudly; whether it was genuine or for dramatic effect was unclear. Either way, it didn't matter to Orta.This creature was /beyond/ mean!She stood up abruptly, her eyes glittering with anger. Likely not looking any more intimidating than before, but not for lack of effort."You stay away from Ori!" she shouted at the creature. One hand cradling the dodongo and the other tightening grip on the hilt of the dagger, she continued, "And you stay away from Zelda!"The last part was punctuated by her flinging the dagger in the direction of the shade will all the force an angry child could muster. Which likely was not much. But she was going to /try/.

The creature hissed harshly, her ruby eyes flashing. "She exists. She lives, and I despise the fact that there's still breath in her chest. She's my opposite. She has to suffer. She has to /die./'" As if that makes it clear. Still, this girl is quite obviously afraid. She stalks forward a step, grinning toothily. "And I can do that by getting at those close to her. Killing them. Watch her anguish from afar. Hah! Beautiful."

No, that didn't make much of anything clear! What was wrong with all of these creatures?! Why did they hate Zelda so much?!At the creature's advance, Orta found herself slowly backing toward the door. She didn't want to lead this thing straight to Zelda, or let it hurt anyone in town, even.But what could she do?!Ori seemed to not hold any such reservations about the predicament. Rather, she stood her ground and flailed her nubs in a threatening manner."S-so...the sadder Zelda gets....the stronger you get?" Back to the talking plan! She wasn't sure how much longer this would work. Thankfully the creature seemed chatty for now, but she was sure it would grow bored. And this didn't seem like the sort of creature she could reason with.What a terrible thing, to grow stronger from one's misery!....though, despite her fear, Orta couldn't help but feel a little spark of happiness at being important enough to Zelda to be targeted."Oh!" she thought a moment, "I'm not very strong, so if you're coming after me first, then you must not be very strong yet either!"

The dagger rips through her coloring like it's cloth, revealing the inky shadow underneath. It's enough to surprise her, get her to drop Orta and paw at the wound. Her eyes flare with anger. "Yes, mean is one way to put it." She begins to stalk forward.

Once released, she staggers backward in an effort to put as much distance between her and the shadow creature.Shakily, she raises up her dagger in the direction of the shade.The greater part of her wanted to run. Oh how she wanted to run. Just...bolt out the door, run straight to Zelda and she would banish this thing with her shiny magic and maybe they could get some Lon-Lon milk and-No! No, no. This thing was after Zelda; she couldn't just lead it right to her!But....she was almost certain she couldn't handle this thing on her own...Thankfully, with a chirp, Ori crawled out from under the bed. She made what must have been meant to be a fierce growl and released a torrent of water at their foe.Sadly, the torrent was more akin to the streams of the fountain in the town square. It made a pitiful arc and splashed harmlessly on the floor."Uhm..."Yes. Definitely couldn't handle this alone..."Wh-what did Zelda even do to you anyway?!"Maybe she could buy some time by talking to the creature? Had she stolen anything recently that might help?!What about a bottle? She'd heard that other children would catch Poes in them....what even was this thing?!

The shadow nearly cackles at that. "You think I'm causing you pain for a good reason? You're sadly mistaken, girl. You're close to her. That's reason enough to break your spine." She sharpens her nails and digs at the little Gerudo's back with them.

Well, she didn't want to eat her. That was good! Of course, having sharp nails dug into her back. She made a noise somewhere in between a hiss of pain and a terrified squeal. Why would the creature do this?! Just because she knew Zelda?! ....had this creature DONE something to Zelda?It was about this time that Orta remembered the dagger she had at her side. It certainly took some doing grabbing it with her limited range if movement, but fear and pain were great motivators...Wrenching it from the sheathe, she swung it at the creature as hard as her position would allow."You...you're mean!" was all she could think to say.Mid-swing did Orta realize that this creature might not just be pretended to be Zelda, but /possessing/ her.Thankfully, even if she landed a hit, her poor vantage point would mitigate things.Either way, too late to stop now...

Now she's grinning with sharp teeth. Glaring with luminous red eyes. "Oh, child. Don't you know you shouldn't trust a stranger?"

Her initial reaction, upon gazing up at the glowing eyes and sharp maw, was terror. And confusion, certainly. But mostly terror. However, at the creature's words, she felt positively /indignant./ "St-stranger?" Orta stammered, "Y-you didn't come as a stranger; you pretended to be Zelda!" Small as she was, she could feel the anger welling up within her. How /dare/ this creature pretend to be Zelda?! "You /tricked me!/" Even still pinned, she renewed her push against the creature, "If you want food you can just steal it, you don't have to pretend to be people that I love!" Still straining, the little thief continued to lecture the creature, her tirade interspersed with tiny, ineffective punches.

"Quite well, thank you! Things are progressing nicely with repairs." All right, well, now she's squeezing quite tightly. It doesn't look like she's planning on easing up at all, either. In fact, her grip is just worsening.

"That's great! I was thinking m-maybe I could..." ...was it just her, or was Zelda holding on a bit...tight? "Uh...I know leevers are a pain..." The little thief squirms a bit in an effort to loosen the grip!

She chuckles softly at that, reluctant to let go, it seems. "Well, we haven't seen each other in quite some time. I had to come." She squeezes a little tighter.

She seems to be oblivious to the pressure right now, instead electing to also hug her tighter. "I-I'm glad! I've been good! I haven't even stole much!" She looks up at Zelda, starry-eyed. "How have you been?!"

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