(Continued from here with @4-s-shadowlink)
Carmine knew his spread wings were more of a target than anything, but it was a chance he was willing to take in order to shield his younger brother from any arrows these idiots might have. “That’s right,” He snarled to their retreating faces. “Back away. You know better than to even think of touching him...” carmine’s hammer hung at his side, held in his left hand as the axe part glinted by his head. “While I’d live the chance to wet my blade with your blood, I’d rather not in front of my brother. You’re lucky... Now shoo, before I change my mind! Next time I won’t be so merciful!” Once the Hylians had fled, the winged male urned to his brother, folding the feathered appendages. “They didn’t hurt you, did they Twi?” The older shade asked as he stepped forward to look his brother over. “What are you doing out here, anyway? It’s still light out...”












