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── @cfthewild ♥ for a birthday starter
“ What a wonderful surprise to see you today !! ” Head fin’s tail wagged eagerly like an excited puppy. Sidon was certain his newest ( and greatest ) friend wouldn’t be here on his birthday, but how would the Hylian even KNOW it was today?? Sidon certainly hadn’t told him── had he ??
I could go on forever about all that I love with Impy's muses and writing! Every muse of her's is absolutely breathtaking (twilightiisms/shxtteredbow/cfthewild) and she's a huge reason why I love the RP community so much! She puts so much character into her muses and I love EVERY reply that she puts out just because it's so beautifully written. Not only is she great IC, but she's ASTOUNDING OOC and such a wonderful, kind soul who's helped me through so much. Seriously, all the love to Impy. -- lcylines
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Selfish and childish... How predominant these impressions of herself were, carved into the recesses of her mind. To think how easily Link stood in front of her with holy blade in hand— defending her from the cold metal of the Yiga. With so little thought to his own safety, he had viciously fended off each attack ( eager for crimson to flow on desert grounds )... She had been so wrapped up in her own frustrations and insecurities— even letting her anger boil over as she lashed out at Link with no restraint.
He had only been doing his job!
And yet...despite her treatment of him. Her SELF-ABSORBED, CHILDISH treatment... The way that his eyes burned as he stood protectively in front of her ( her aegis )... The very image seared its way into her mind and to say she was captivated as she gazed upon a young knight in this new light was certainly an understatement.
Her life should have ended yesterday and alas, here she stood still with life in her body— all because the knight she had scorned and pushed away came to save her. Since last night, determination settled deep within her aching heart. She would apologise properly to Link and perhaps...they could start anew. Zelda was certain that she would only be met with that stony silence once again, but her sentiments must be known!
Tension and uncertainty lingered in the very air between them— shrouded in the unknown of whether the Yiga would strike once again. With breath shuddered, the princess couldn’t help but relive the very fear that nearly paralysed her every muscle. But in these times ( vulnerable and shaken ), her knight provided that sense of safety. Looking upon azure oasis waters, Zelda steeled her COURAGE, anxieties stirring in her gut.
❝ Link... ❞ Gently her voice spilled from soft lips— a pause of hesitance.
Come on, Zelda... You can do it. Look him into the eye and admit your faults. It is up to him whether he forgives or not.
❝ I...have sorely mistreated you. I was frustrated with my own work that I lashed out with no reservations— Princess or not, you deserved better than my scorn. My...immature anger. And yet...❞ Pulling viridian gaze from cool oasis waters, the princess turned toward her knight to look upon him ( emotions of frustration, remorse, and gratitude dancing in their conflict on fair features ).
❝ You...You saved me. I’m so sorry, Link. I should have not treated you the way I did and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive this selfish princess. ❞
There came that aching squeeze of her heart as the apology finally came off her lips, but she would not regret her decision to open up to Link. She would stand firm and pray that he did not despise her.
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“ UGH── Who thought it would be a good idea to make a hideaway in the Highlands ?? It’s too damn cold up here... ” The Gerudo grumbled as the temperatures began to drop. This had BETTER get her closer to where she needed to be or she swore she would throttle that damn Hylian that ASSURED her there was a hideout this way. Did she maybe pass it ?? No way, she was certain that she wouldn’t do that── again.
ISSAN stopped walking, looking over her shoulder towards the direction she just came from. “ ──Wait... Have I been walking in circles ?! AUGH !! The sun’s going to be setting soon and i’m just going to be a Gerudo-icicle !! ”
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⊰ ✨ ⊱ – Truth be told, the adventurer had little idea what to expect when he arrived to this stable. Much less, this entire kingdom and regions that encompassed it. From where this little adventure began, up until reaching this very place, he’d been by himself. There were, of course, wanderers on horseback that he stumbled across as he made his way here.
But there had also been... creatures. Malicious. Filled with ill intentions. For what it was worth, the boy tried his best to avoid conflict. Had he been in his realm, he would have fought in the manner he knows best. Casting spells. But in this place, he didn’t want to draw attention should anyone or anything lurk about. Waiting. Watching.
Needless to say, he was grateful now that he was in the company of several people. There was a small comfort in knowing he was not entirely alone, even if he didn’t know anyone. Yet he had remained silent, at least up until he was ready to burst with questions about these blood moons. And so the star sailor turned adventurer asked the male nearby rather than rudely interrupt the researcher himself.
Besides, the fire beneath the cauldron was warm and the aroma of the food lured him in. And the one wielding the ladle didn’t appear disturbed by his approach. That was a good start. It was then that he struck a conversation, but the answer he was yielded did catch him off guard. An answer not spoken, but drawn out. Doomstar had his suspicions -- a mute individual, perhaps? Ah, yet it remained only a passing thought. It was not something he would pry for.
No, he would... adapt. He didn’t mind relaying his own messages in the same manner. He knelt, then. Studied the drawing and message scrawled into the dirt.
The orb -- moon. The bodies -- malicious creatures from earlier? Rising from the earth?
Doomstar grabbed another stick and drew an arrow that went from the orb that then pointed to the bodies. Then, he scribbled his own message next to the arrow -- ‘resurrection?’
@cfthewild --
‘ watch the hero -- do not let him wander from your gaze. ‘
his orders, issued to him by the dark lord himself, were etched into his memory, followed through with almost unrivaled dedication. there were times he slacked, as was necessary--- a living, breathing thing needed sleep and food, after all, and to expect him to ( quite literally ) keep a trained eye on the hero’s every move was ludicrous ;; ah, but when he wasn’t caring for himself, he was hot on the adventurer’s trail, using the element of darkness to his advantage to keep himself hidden from view. it wasn’t supposed to be like this, though... him, aligned with the very being who sought hyrule’s destruction again. ganon, in all his forms, all his incarnations, was like an ugly, persistent blemish that never went away, and though he had breathed life into the centuries old shadow being, the silveret could name no other being whom he detested more than his own creator.
why, then, was the shade aiding he whom he hated? why, after he had lead a life of peace, was he slipping on the bloodied boots of his past, dirtying his once clean hands with sin and pain? -------- simple : safety. desperation. FEAR. calamity knew of his traitorous actions... how, when the hero of time had extended a merciful hand to him, he had clung to it like a fish at sea, thus going against his allegiance with his own father figure. when this era’s link had been put to sleep, the decades that passed felt more-so like agonizing centuries. the hope began to drain from the goddesses’ land, and from its people, much like the prosperity. dark, too, began to believe the hero would not return, and sidled up to calamity’s side -- not solely out of hopelessness, however. the appeal of a mutual agreement had only steeled his resolve, calamity having detected something... ‘ off, ‘ about the shade. he was weakening by the day-------- not RAPIDLY, bless the three, but the magic that had been used to birth him was finally beginning to fade. calamity had agreed to prolong his life, in exchange for his services. and he, not yet ready to pass, had accepted.
thus, it was steady, on the hero’s trail, that he followed, noting his progress and sifting through his observations to pick out what would be most useful to report. with his body no longer suited for impressive uses of sorcery, he emerged from the pocket of darkness he’d concealed himself within, breathing heavily as he snatched a brief second to build his strength-------- only to realize the hero was GONE, by the time he lifted his head again. s h i t . . .
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OOC. [sti c k s le g right out] i’ll pop into your ims whenever you have time to plot??
