#athanatxs

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「 人間 」—                        T he hybrid lay in the middle of Hyrule Field, frantically crawling backwards in fear, as a giant Stalchild crept toward her; she had done nothing to even provoke one to appear in the first place, but it was certainly her luck to find it at random.

Amu was frightened to the point where she wasn’t able to stand—golden hues simply gazed up at the monster in fear, as it began to raise its arm up as if to strike.

           Quick was the knife that slashed downwards, followed by a swift kick that connected soundly with the Stalchild, knocking it back a fair ways. (What the Sheikah lacked for in physical strength he made up in momentum and speed combined with magic: Pure energy itself was what he manipulated with relative ease.) Fluidly, he lunged forward, landing the killing blow with deadly precision –– the element of surprise was his favourite weapon to utilize: His enemies never saw him coming.

           Content to say that his enemy was thoroughly vanquished, Sheik turned to the obviously frightened girl, raising an eyebrow. “Are you quite all right?”

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Cieo panted, pressing himself further into the shadows of the alley he’d taken refuge in. He’d been unlucky. A pack of hunters had entered the city the night before without the incubus’ knowledge and they’d caught him off guard while he’d been in the midst of seducing one of the more influential men in the area a mere hour earlier.

He’d been chased off, obviously, with only some superficial wounds as a parting gift, but they’d disturbed him before he’d finished his meal.

As it was, he was weakened, he was hungry, and he was mad.

A growl slipped from his throat, head whipping around and golden eyes narrowing, locked on the mouth of the alley. Steps. He’d heard steps. And that smell. Someone was coming closer. Who?

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☤ - self care/first aid habits

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As for self care, Elvothien does often try to exercise and get plenty of sleep, though working nights at the bar can often be detrimental to the latter. If she happens to fall seriously ill, she will eventually drag herself to the town’s doctor; but it isn’t often that she does. If she thinks she can take care of herself on her own, she will. To keep herself relatively happy and calm, she tries to set aside time to do things that she enjoys; whether it be sitting down and reading, playing the piano, or even taking a walk through town or to Lake Hylia. This is why she is most often so cheerful and upbeat; she takes great physical and emotional care of herself.

With first-aid, she can be quite stubborn if another would try and help patch a wound or otherwise care for her. She very much prefers to take care of herself as opposed to going to others when in need, even if said wound is beyond her own realm of first-aid expertise. If the wound is minor, however, it is likely that she’ll just ignore it until it begins to get annoying and in her way; then and only then will she take the time tend to it. When it comes to others being hurt, she almost switches entirely. Elvothien will not leave the wounded’s side until she is positive that they will be alright on their own, even if they insist that it’s alright.