#gerudosage

[hyliacursed]

         a freeing silence  ---  left unattended for the first time since they’ve embarked from the gerudo canyon stable on the way to the bazaar.  they’ve made a bit of a checkpoint here,  the knight needing to stock up on whatever he needs before they continue traveling.

        as thrilled as the royal highness is to reunite with their beloved godmother & begin work on vah naboris,  the voyage has been mind-numbingly dull so far.  footsteps on sand only accompanied by a private game of drilling holes into the back of their guard’s head with a furious stare until he senses it somehow & turns back to catch a chaser in the act...  where he’ll find that there is no one there but the princess,  paying close attention to the sand.  it drives him mad.  however,  such things are not enough to quell a necessity for  something  to fixate on.

        the ennui is what got zelda stuck in the middle of a sandstorm  ---  how they’ve found themselves in this situation is one for the books:  quite the distance from the bazaar,  green eyes caught sight of a familiar orange glow that usually accompanied ancient sheikah shrines.  they’ve slipped away thinking it would be a quick trip  ---  upon scoping the area,  it had been clear & unclouded...  but sudden changes of wind direction in the area are unpredictable & downright relentless.

        zelda doesn’t  want  to cry,  but the wind cruelly whips sand into their face,  their slate malfunctioning  ---  there is just no way out.  logically,  if they are to take to a straight line & trudge onwards,  they’ll either find an edge to follow or make it out of the storm,  but it's been ages since they started walking,  trapped in an inescapable blustering mess of particles.  heart pounding,  what if nobody finds them?  what if somebody dangerous does?  this is where they meet their fate  ---  aptly,  as a byproduct of their foolishness & stubborn pursuit for knowledge.  they’re swimming in guilt & self-pity,  wishing urbosa was here to pet their hair.

        they had a rough couple of weeks before today.  they’re mewling like a babe by the time that they spot a strange light in the chaos  ---  a glowing lantern,  an otherworldly aura.

        “ please, please help me, ”  they cry out,  desperate.  not even acknowledging that it could be an adversary or a monster,  they head to the source of the glow.  “ please, i’m lost  &  i can’t see very well... ”

                                     “  /  starter for @gerudosage​ !

[bransles]

@gerudosage​ said : 📜 !!    //    INCORRECT QUOTES : not accepting.

OCTAVO :    so that’s my plan. NABOORU :    are you alright with constructive criticism? i don’t want to sound mean. OCTAVO :    no, go ahead, i want to hear it. NABOORU :    it fucking sucks. OCTAVO :    that’s not constructive criticism.

also bonus for you bc ily

NABOORU :   don’t worry, i have a few knives up my sleeve. OCTAVO :   i think you mean cards. NABOORU, PULLING KNIVES FROM HER SLEEVES :   no, i do not.

[livingecho-arch]

heard there was a call for fist - related violence here ? happy to oblige

i’m sorry i had to.................

[usurrpr]

@gerudosage​      sc.

such a hindrance that there were still creatures in this rotten world daring to protect it. why bother when they didn’t have the strength or power to defy him. the twili king had a might out of their own comprehension, gifted to him and it served as proof that he was doing the right thing. 

the desert wasn’t a place he could spare, not when he knows too well the mirror of twilight was kept there. but before he makes any advance he plagued the abandoned fortress and grounds with bulblins, poes, gibdos and stalchilds, along with any other creature that found this place fitting to call their new home.

he also noticed he’s being watched... a presence that is unfamiliar yet still lingers, about to leave the arbiter’s grounds when his job was done and all that was left was find the mirror. alas, he’s interrupted, teeth gritted under the mask but how annoyed he was couldn’t be seen past it.

“ if you don’t mean to be of use to me, i suggest you leave. or die. whichever pleases you most. ”

[ragemuses-moved]

@gerudosage​ || Starter Call

⚔️☠⚔️ “ Huh-?! ”

The last thing Tetra expected as she used her cutlass to cut a path through the thick foliage was to come face to face with someone else. It was quite a surprise, especially since the woman before her was much taller than anyone else she’d ever met.

In the soft moonlight that seeped between the trees onto the earth below, the pirate was able to see what the stranger looked like. There was no mistake. She was a rival pirate.

⚔️☠⚔️ “ So, we weren’t the only ones who heard about this place, huh? ” She grinned, crossing her arms and closing one eye in her signature confident pose, “ Well that just makes this adventure all the more interesting. ”

[dragmiire]

@gerudosage replied:  i am going to bully you To Death, how DARE YOU JUST THROW THIS OUT INTO THE UNIVERSE, I SWEAR TO GOD -

man oh man ur gonna LOVE when we get to that part in our thread 😌

[trollamulet-archived]

❛ i see what’s mine and take it. ❜

  “ and is that fully justified? “ jim asked, daylight glinting off silver armour. “ i mean - isn’t that just...” he trailed off, keeping his mouth shut before he said something stupid. “i can see why someone would want to - though.”

[livingecho-arch]

woe , random starter be upon thee , @gerudosage

❝ its hot , daddy . ❞

❝ i know , my darling . we're almost there . ❞ she took a waterskin from her bag & handed it to her daughter , to eagerly drank from it as if her father hadn't made sure she remaned cool & hydrated during the entire trip through the gerudo providence . her darling vivian was six years old now & it was high time she saw the other half of her culture . her beautiful pinkish hair , the tanner parts of her skin , how her ears were rounder than her father's ⸻ it showed the signs of her mother in her ; the genetics of the gerudo fighting & mixing the twili genes inside .

vivian walked ⸺ or rather , hopped beside her with the help of her crutches that attached to her foreharms . vissarion had carried her most of the way but as they approached the bridge she felt it best to let her daughter walk on her own .

as they approached the bridge , vis did her best to explain her intentions in hopes the guards understood their plight . she was directed to the new chief , nabooru ghazali , who should be able help the young gerudo girl learn of the culture ... or at least point her in the direction of who can . there was a sign of relief from her , pleased that the guard understood . vis turned , guiding her daughter towards the chieftain .

finally ⸻ finally ; they approached . vis , nervous , bowed her head slightly to show respect .

❝ hello , i assume you're the chief ? my name is vissarion & i ... i have come here with my daughter ... she is part gerudo & ... i wish for her have a connection to her culture ... ❞ softly she pushed her daughter by the shoulder forward ⸺ but she rushed behind her father to hide . vivian starred up , eyes wide past her father's hip at the woman before her ... father said these women were like her mother ... but she knew nothing of her mother besides she was a gerudo & she was strong ... & dead . clearly , these women were alive ( unless this was a desert full of poes . but they don't seem to be transparent enough ) .

❝ vivian , my dear , no need to be shy ⸻ i-im so sorry , she's never found of strangers , most look at us poorly but i assure you she's very sweet . ❞ she turned to vivian again . ❝ can you at least say hi ? ❞ vivian shoved her face into vis' hip in response .