#palxdin

[militisdraconia]

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"Wait! Stop!"

Both the snarl ripping from his throat and the spear plunging towards the Sheikah’s chest stopped dead, the point of the weapon halting so close to its mark that the other warrior was left little room to breathe. There the dragon stood, rooted to the spot in the middle of the battlefield, looking very taken aback.

“What?” His voice seeped irritation, but he wouldn’t strike a downed foe after hearing that. “If you mean to surrender, do so quickly!”

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[enhxlt]

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   Why does everyone seem to be taller than him?

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palxdin replied to your post “.”

[ I am so sorry honey. Take time to grieve. The mun is more important than the muse. ]

I'm sorry i just now saw this--

but yeah i won't be around for awhile you guys. ;; i'm too tired and upset for much of anything...

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jESUS

jesus wont help you now

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[healingmasks]

palxdin ; starter

Some people aren't as ugly as they seem. Faces marred by war, battle and flame whilst a heart of gold lurks underneath. The need to protect all that is dear to them without a second thought or flutter. Risking life and limb for country and family, all because of a destiny that had been preordained. Insecurities running rampant when kneeling for the Goddesses, golden in their glory.

Then there were those who powdered their noses and put on their silks, showing their best side to the world. They are fawned over, golden locks and vain expressions smiling to bring hope to a fruitless task of world-domination. They were ugly. Just as ugly as those who bent their knees.

It was a cold, hard truth that Link had had to learn alone. Out in the wilds, bitten by the wind at an age that should have been filled with joy and play. He'd been forced to grow up so quickly that he'd hardly even remembered his life in the forest. His friend, dear and best friend with a tan ocarina, singing her heart away in the forested meadows protected by the Deku Tree. He just needed more time...

Time. That’s what all of this has been about; Time. A vicious cycle that never stpped biting at the ankles of any who dared to tread from the norm. It wore you down and rattled your bones, causing ache and hurt wherever you chose to rest. Link had had enough of time. Yet here he was, trapped in a cycle without end.

...Or he had been. As of now, he wasn't sure where he was. He'd been sleeping beside his horse, cheek pressed to one hand beneath the starlight. But now Epona was nowhere to be found, his knees and elbows scraped up from the hard dirt he found himself on. Maybe he'd moved during the night without remembering, but the terrain was nothing like the red earth of the canyon (Not that he would ever sleep there,) or the sandy beaches of the bay. The smell was familiar... something like home.

Once standing, Link tilted his head back to look at the sky, desperately searching for the moon that threatened to destroy everything. Had he slept through the destruction? Was this-- was this the end?

No! No! I was almost done! Everyone... what about everyone else?!

His panic was clearly written on plump features, little fingers curling tightly against his palms. He'd like to hack that stupid grin off the mask-wearer's face, to teach him what it meant to know loss and pain. How could he do this without batting an eye?!

...But Link turned slowly, eyes thinning toward the figure in the distance. He thought he saw a settlement just beyond, but perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him in the darkness. Anything was possible. Was it a monster?

He put on his brave face, hands at the ready to draw sword and shield. He couldn't stop the little stammer in his voice, nor the ever-apparent flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "W-who's there?"