fingers sink into a mesh of fur. ------ of a stead siphoned from the malevolent energy weeping from hyrule’s very heart. “your castle’s in shreds, your land doused in chaos.” for but a moment, the creature remains thoughtful, helm tilted in consideration before she relents and leans forward --- digs her elbows into the shrouded fur of the wolf in favor of rightfully GRINNING at the young girl.
the girl, who, for all she was worth, happened to be a spitting image of hylia herself.
claws curl above a mouth filled with razor-like fangs, and midna’s own malice echoed wholeheartedly in the contours of her sharp hues. oh, how she’d love to watch this world tremble beneath such a calamity. ---------- how she’d reveal to watch this world crumble to ash and scatter in the breeze of its destruction. it would prove to serve that goddess right.
except.
and though she’d be loathed to admit it, the decline of this realm would mean the fall of her own. to damn one would be to send her own people to their untimely end, and while she finds herself burdened by a grudge as old as time, she can’t stand idly by and watch two worlds burn. “what exactly are you planning to do now, o’ princess of light?”
@hyrulight , call!