Absolutely phenomenal art of Thresh, Nyvor, Silvyr, and Axel ( @vaquero-azul-art) by the amazing @tides-that-bind-us ! Thank you again I love it so much 🥹💕💕💕!!!
The S.M.A.S.H event's designated medic has arrived on-site! If anyone is in need of medical assistance (or some gentle encouragement) before or after a match, please direct yourself to Nyvor and you will be assisted promptly. ✨
Alternatively, Nyvor will come to you if called upon. Simply declare, "I need a medic!"
A little earlier…
Lurona thought she was getting closer to catching Kaso, but that youngest child of hers seemed a master at keeping just one step ahead of her. One moment she heard his voice coming from one direction, and in the next, just as quickly, she heard it in the opposite direction. The hunt was already becoming aggravating - and then, when she swore she heard him yelling obscenities, she felt her blood beginning to boil.
The moment she found the person who started him on that, there would be hell to pay.
In a way, Lurona was both frustrated and grateful that the search kept her away from her family and others. On the one hand, chasing Kaso put her in a sour mood, and she didn’t want to ruin the fun everyone else was having. On the other, she also hated always being the odd one out. Her sisters, Luna and Leta, were taking Kaska around the island to look at the sights, and it pained her knowing how she would miss out. And here she was, four-time mate to one of the starring performers on this island, chasing after a son who was no doubt in a bout of wrestling-related escapades she was obligated to spoil.
Lurona stopped in her tracks and sighed.
“...It’s not fair–”
“LUUUUUROOOONAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
Lurona may not have had time to process it, but the instant she was swept into his mighty hug and lifted off her feet, she knew who had called her immediately.
“Fat Fin!”
A surge of emotions came over her; familiarity, safety, relief, joy. Concern slowly bled in, however, when she realized he had never shouted her name like that. Squirming in his arms to look up, she saw a stupid smile plastered across his face.
“...Hhhhhey,” he drawled.
“...Hi? Uhhh, Fat Fin are you alright?”
“IIIII'm good now.”
He leered. Lurona could feel her face growing hot, a sensation all the more exaggerated by the hot, moist air he chuffed into her face…and Fat Fin was nowhere near finished, either. Still holding her up, the massive zorca took a breath, then shoved his face into her chest, motorboating her right on the spot.
Lurona squirmed, laughed and screamed all at once.
“FAT FIN!!” she shouted, her expression twisting wildly between mirth and terror. “FAT FIN, THERE’S PEOPLE HERE!”
He pushed up against her. She could feel him growl into her neck.
“Let’s make them jealous.”
There was a brief moment where she considered it. Oh, to just give in. Oh, to nuzzle and bite one another in a shameless display of public affection…
…But the need to be responsible was greater. There was their youngest on the loose, after all.
Lurona pushed away enough so she could look him in the eyes, taking at least some solace in letting her palms sink into those meaty pecs of his. After all, if she had to extricate herself from this embrace, then by Hylia she would at least take some base pleasures in the process. Sadly (for her, at least), that was when she saw how dilated Fat Fin’s pupils were.
Then she noticed the other issues: how labored his breathing was. The bruises and scrapes lining his arms from one end to the other. The contusions on his head and chest, the former of which threatened to swell his eye shut. His slack jaw, his unsteady head bob, the way that, despite talking directly towards her, he seemed to be staring at something thirty feet past her. She knew it took a lot to get him in that state.
“Fat Fin—Fin,” she said, abruptly changing her tone. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Ahhhhhh, nothing’s wrong,” he slurred. “I feel great, actually!! Had a filling lunch, went for a brisk swim, met the other tournament contestants. Got them a couple of gifts while I was at it! I was thinking of going back and getting a few autographs, wanna come with?”
“That sounds great, but I really have to go find Kaso–”
That got his attention.
“Wait. Kaso’s missing?”
“He ran off to get autographs of his own,” she explained. “It wouldn’t be an issue; I'd just feel better if he wasn’t doing it alone.”
Fat Fin took a deep breath, eased up on his grip around Lurona, and set her down. She still held onto him, eyeing him, trying to glean whatever she could regarding his physical condition. Tracing his arms as she descended from his grip, she could feel his muscles were taut. Fat Fin was always so relaxed, but even in his currently playful nature there was something wound up about him.
Something was wrong, especially when he brightened up.
“I’ll go find him!” he exclaimed.
“What? No, I’d rather do it myself. Actually—no, wait, how about we go together?”
“No, no, no no no no no, no, you shouldn’t have to be chasing after him allllllll day. Relaaaaaax, go see the sights. Seriously! It’ll take me four seconds!”
“Really. How are you going to find him in four seconds?”
“Watch!”
Fat Fin stepped away from her, stalking off in a random direction. Lurona was about to call after him, to point him in the last direction she saw Kaso run off to, but she never got the chance.
After all, Fat Fin took barely four strides before face-planting the sand.
Lurona rushed to his side and pulled him back just enough to get his face out of the sand.
“Well…you weren’t wrong. That was exactly four seconds.”
“Three…point…fiiiiiiiiiiiiiive.”
Lurona sighed. She had secretly hoped they could have done something together, even if it was finding Kaso.
But of course someone had to be the reasonable one.
“I NEED A MEDIC!!!”
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Presently
“Allow me to tend to your wounds and restore your health.”
Lurona watched the zora medic’s hand emit a glowing light that hovered over Fat Fin’s hand, fascinated by how it slowly began to knit his wounds closed. She never saw a healer’s magic up close before; even standing in their presence helped her feel calmer.
Physically, the zora was rather impressive. She had never seen one with a tail so long, and their teeth were equally impressive! She did notice them sporting a funny pair of star shaped glasses on their head, though; she couldn’t put her finger on why those looked familiar.
Fat Fin, on the other hand, still looked off. Getting him to sit down, at least, was an improvement.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fiiiiine,” he drawled.
Exhibit one showing you’re not, she thought.
Lurona didn’t even have to respond, the look she gave him said enough.
Time was being wasted. With Fat Fin in good hands, she felt assured enough that he could be left in the care of the medic.
“I’m going to go find Kaso now.”
It looked as if Fat Fin were about to say something, but Lurona gave him a pointed look. He remained silent.
“Behave.” She spoke in a tone that would brook no nonsense.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I’ll be back with Kaso as soon as I find him. You don’t have to wait up, since you have a match later. I’ll meet with you when I can, I guess.”
Lurona was good with commanding attention with her words, but every so often, her feelings would betray her. Fat Fin caught the brief expression of defeat before she squared herself for another round of chasing Kaso. She had some hope. While watching the medic work on Fat Fin she caught the sound of her son’s voice again. His string of questions were always easy to pick out from a noisy crowd.
“Lurona—”
“Please look after him,” she said, addressing the medic…and only the medic.
She turned, but not before glancing at Fat Fin with an expression of longing and regret. Then she was gone.
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Fat Fin sighed.
The buzzing in his head was still constant, as was the pent-up energy within him demanding to be spent. It made it difficult to sit still, giving him the everpresent sensation of a wind-up toy whose key had been turned a dozen times past its maximum.
He knew whatever had Lurona upset was not simply about Kaso. He also knew that while he may not have done anything specifically wrong to upset her, Fat Fin’s condition did not help matters in the slightest.
He tried to focus on something besides the noise in his head. He turned his attention to the medic still tending to his hand.
A certain sparkly pink zora would like to pay 20 rupees to deliver a gift to Castov, Thresh, and Nyvor for being the sweetest polycule on this side of the sea. Maybe a small set of matching jewelry?
M'lady, it's good to see one such as yourself utilizing our services. I've got something I believe your recipients will enjoy.
This is an unclaimed betrothal gift that was undeliverable-- three pink-pearl bracelets, and a set of amethyst studs all set in Gerudo gold. We'll send it in care to @chaotic-zora of Volïca-- one of them can in turn distribute the gift to Mr. Castov, as he is itinerant and difficult to contact.
Nyvor has a very wide mouth (he can't unhinge his jaw, but he can open his mouth quite wide), and lots of teeth. He's careful about keeping that hidden tho! As he thinks it'll unnerve others.
Hoop swimming - inspired by a recent enrichment study where sharks and rays were given colorful pool toys to play with, hoop swimming is a common form of agility training used by zoras in Volica.
One, two, or even three zora(s) will throw out colorful hoops (of various sizes) while swimming, and another zora must swim through those hoops as quickly as possible without touching its edges.
Well well well, it seems someone has finally arrived.
Fun Fact: Nyvor's healing magic works not only on his fellow zora, ritos, hylians, and gerudos (he's not sure if it works on Gorons, he's never encountered one before!) but on plants and animals too.
He can access the general state of a plant's health, and if he imbues it with his magic it'll flourish a bit faster!
How is this possible? Widened eyes reflect Nyvor’s astonishment, utterly bewildered by this new development. He watches the way Castov’s pupils flex, his once clouded blue gaze replaced by vibrant gold irises with purple accents. The other can indeed see him.
Nyvor’s astonishment is quickly tempered by his concern, and his words are soft as he asks, “How are you fairing, my love?” Castov’s injury was an old one. Even if exciting, regaining sight after surviving without it for so long couldn’t be easy. Not to mention the sudden light sensitivity!
Ah, but he was also so damningly curious! What could have occurred to heal a wound like that? Forbidden magic? Some of that strange Sheikah technology? Fairies? His tail coils a bit tighter around the larger zora’s arm as he murmurs, “seems you did get up to some mischief while we were apart…”
Castov's ever present smile grows a little wider with Nyvor's words, "You make it sound like I'm always on some perilous journey."
Drifting closer, Nyvor begins to examine Castov’s scales for bruises and scratches, intent on healing anything he sees, no matter how small. His hands follow the path of his eyes
"Well," claws graze along Castov’s hip. "I would not be surprised."
He touches Castov’s waist next, fingers lingering near his gills as he inspects them for signs of strain, "mischief follows you around like a lost puppy. You get pulled into fighting zoras on behalf of your danger-prone brother,” hands smooth over Castov’s chest, “lost children are dropped off at your feet,” another touch to strong arms, “Hylia, you were venturing into enemy territory to rescue kidnapped princesses before we even met!”
Relieved to find nothing amiss, Nyvor moves to cup Castov’s cheek, tutting affectionately at him, “you and Thresh are similar in that regard. Yet here you are, not a single scratch to be found.” In fact, the others' overall health is better compared to when they last met…
Kind, nurturing, altruistic, and soft spoken, Nyvor (he/him) is a well-rounded medic who specializes in healing magic and physical therapy. He is incredibly pacifistic, and has taken an oath to do no harm upon others. Recognized by many as a trustworthy individual, patients tend to confide in him during their hardships.
A reference sheet & bio is currently being worked on, but an older short bio can be found here.
✚ Tags ✚
My Art: First Aid Krait
General (Includes art by others!): Nyvor
✚ Krait Facts ✚
Can’t swim down waterfalls, literally cannot figure that shit out. So he gets down the hard way (read: free falling).
Removed his venom glands as part of his oath, but nicked his vocal cords during the process. His voice is sometimes easily strained as a result.
