ROTIK!!! ONE OF MY LYNEL BABIES! For those of you not in the know, in 2017 I made a list of Lynel ocs you can find here: https://lesserfandomappreciation.tumblr.com/post/167850906134/yaaaaaaaas-lynel-ocs . These darling are Lynels you can make requests for if you want something more specific than general Lynel requests, though I accept those too. Rotik is but one of many, though he does have a special place in my heart. It’s been so long since a Lynel request came through!
This somehow wound up becoming a scenario, hope that’s okay!
-The very hyped Mod Pinks
The Doe’s Lion ( BOTW )
Rotik would forever take pride in the care he gave to the little village nestled near his den. The little denizens that lived there never ceased to amaze him in their tenacity, their ability so deep in the mountain woods despite their teeny, tiny size. It’s what had drawn the Lynel’s attention in the first place and had kept him as the self-declared guardian of the little town, though in his mind he knew they just barely needed his help from time to time.
Needless to say he was a familiar face. One that everybody knew well whenever he roared into town, boisterously giving aid to any that needed it. They had seen Rotik when happy, cheerily tossing little ones into the air and carrying the elder on his back without prompting. They could count on one hand how many times they’d seen him furious when a creature managed to get past his woods and into town.
A pouting, sulking Rotik is a sight that was, unfortunately, becoming more common than they’d like.
The giant Lynel gave another sad huff by the fountain. Beside him was, yet again, a small mountain of deer hides. Rejected. Yet again. From his place by the fountain he could see the entire town plaza, the morning market in full buzz with all the residents out and about. And her.
(Name) was slowly walking by the town healer, looking at the wares she was unfamiliar with. Her leg was still bandaged a full month after the incident. Rotik winced at every other limped step of hers.
It hadn’t been his intention to shoot at her! Not her specifically anyway. Deer season was important on the mountain and he had to keep the village stores full for the coming winter. Since when did deer have people attached to them?
Rotik had never wanted to kick himself so much before. What he thought had been a successful hunt had led to a pair of terrified doe eyes looking up at him, filled with a fright he’d never seen before. The Lynel had sprinted to get a healer to save her, feeling guilty for weeks on end for what he did. Doubly when he realized what an angel she was. Triply when Rotik started recognizing the signs of interest he had for her.
She was looking at him. Perking up the Lynel sat up, giving a cheery roar and waving excitedly. Almost immediately the deertaur winced, hiding behind the healer and scurrying away. Again she was running. Rotik’s ears drooped once more.
"Keep that up and your face is going to be stuck that way forever.” A tiny groan came from where Rotik buried his face in his hands, ignoring the chief by his side.
“She hates me.”
“Nothing that strong, I don’t think.”
“She keeps running away Fami!” He gestured at his face. “One look- one and lil’ doe is off! That’s not really a good sign.”
“Probably not.” The Lynel deflated. Fami nudged the pile of deer hide with her foot, ignoring the small hide on top that fell. “Assuming that you aren’t trying to kill the entire local deer population, what is all this?”
“Wha- don’t kick that! You’ll get it dirty!” Rotik dove for the falling hide, visibly relieved when it didn’t hit the ground. Brushing off imaginary dust he placed it once more at the top, so gingerly as if it were of glass. “This is for her! My proposal!”
The town chief stared. “...Come again?”
“My proposal to court! Offer for romancin’, all that. You know?” A blank stare. “Oh. Right. You’re all elfy. Hrm...” Rotik puffed up his cheeks in thought for a moment. “D’you remember that time you were tellin’ me ‘bout how you tinies give each other flowers to show ya like one another? It’s like that! Only more challenging!” “So... to clarify,” said Fami, side-eyeing the stack of furs. “Lynels give giant stacks of dead animal furs to people they want to...” “Court, yea!”
“And you’re trying to court (Name), a deertaur.”
“Desperately.”
“With the dead bodies of animals.”
“Got it in one!”
“Specifically deer.”
“...I’m not seeing why you keep pausing all weird like that, but yes!”
Fami closed her eyes at her friend. She exhaled sharply. Then looked up. “Rotik. You’re trying to court a deertaur with a mountain of dead deer fur. You see nothing wrong with this?”
Rotik tilted his head. It’d be cute if he wasn’t so damn dense. He looked at the mound of death next to him. Back to the spot (Name) had been standing in. Back to the deer. Then to Fami.
“... Do you think she’d prefer other animals that ah, don’t quite look like her?”
“Why don’t we start with something a little less fuzzy and a bit more planty bud?”
