#corlupina

[moonbreakerdeity]

“I wonder... if the host were to heal you, to use what he has, would your beast form become a mask?”

The Deity asked rather idly, sitting under the sun with his host’s descendant. Or perhaps another incarnation. He did not care either way. Being in the woods like this, in Ordin itself, was painful for his host. To know the Lost Woods were there, and that he could navigate it fine and dandy, but to know that his village and home was long dead...

...Well, the Mask himself had no problems being the one to walk among the people. 

@cor-lupina

[reginalucem-archive]

{cor-lupina and the music symbol because im to lazy to go on the bloggg}

Send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses.

Owl City- If my heart was a house

[acrossxthexages]

From here.

@cor-lupina

  From the spot on which she was perched on the window sill, Zelda had been marking the differences in the Ordonian sky, in comparison to the familiar view from her castle. She had noticed, of course, that the hero had been tossing and turning in his bed, but the idea of waking him had seemed... indelicate. And there was quite enough of that going on already, thank you very much. 

   When he’d woken himself, however, Zelda had made sure to be as gentle as possible for she knew all too well what waking from such nightmares was like. In fact, it was very much so the reason that she was still awake herself. Even with their evil defeated, the shadows were never far from her mind.

   “Should I fetch you some tea?” Even if he didn’t have any on hand, the Princess never went anywhere without a small supply. Just in case.

[amisitumbra]

@cor-lupina liked for a starter!

It hurt. It hurt so much. But... he couldn’t cry out. If he did, the pain would only get worse.

Rain poured down upon him as he sat with his back against a tree. His wet black hair stuck to his face but it didn’t seem to bother him. His breathing was shallow. Clutching his left upper arm with his other hand; the entity only stared in front of him with his emotionless, red eyes. His body trembled. He was cold but again, it didn’t seem to bother him. Because he was used to being cold.

When lightening suddenly struck, his breathing hitched. Red eyes opened slightly when he saw a figure appearing between the trees of the forest. Was it a member of his own kin again? Was it someone else?

He wasn’t sure. He wanted to flee, but if it really was another one of his own, then fleeing wasn’t an option. Things would only get worse if he fled.

And so with frightened eyes, Dark continued to stare at the unknown figure.

[reginalucem-archive]

//Man Zelda needs to calm down before she hurts him, omg twi

[prxince-blog]

@cor-lupina:

“Ah! I’m sorry. I didn’t know ya needed help before now…Yer not hurt are ya?”

“Oh no, no not at all. This red stuff coming out of my abdomen? Not blood, I decided to paint while I waited for you.” Yes he was being a sarcastic ass, he was bleeding while the other smiled happily.

This was why Zelda was the favorite, he was rude and he knew it.

[puerlupum-moved]

of goats and men

@cor-lupina

Robin awoke with a start, feeling a goat lick the top of her curly head. "Yuck! Ick, Reba, you know I'm not your baby!" The ten year old ruffled her hair, gently pushing the goat away with a small smile. The mother goat bayed, stepping back. She had every right to try to awaken the child, as it was her duty to wash and care for the goats, especially the kids the pride of Ordon produced. The ewes had come to enjoy her company, and it became her pleasure to come during the early morning to perform her duties. It had been a long while since anything interesting had happened in the village, so the boredom had quite literally put the girl to sleep. The sound of heavy horse hoofbeats startled her, falling back on her rump as a large horse filly jumped the gate, a boy riding on top. Almost immediately, a friendly smile came upon her face. "Hoy there. I haven't seen you around the ranch. I'm Robin, who are you?"

[destinysengineer]

@cor-lupina | RNA Starter Call

►\\\ “...Aah! Get back here with that!” The boy with the bright red sword on his back seemed to be chasing a brown rabbit creature with a long, handlike tail across the campus lawn. It was hard to see what was being held in the tail as the rabbit sped away from its pursuer, but something was indeed being grasped by the creature. “Goetia! Give that back! It’s not yours!” However, the rabbit was more agile than he was as well as could turn on a dime, whereas the boy couldn’t.

And that’s what resulted in a head on collision with another student, which immediately knocked the boy who had been chasing the rabbit to the ground.