#vilisumbra

[tickledpastel]

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vilisumbra

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sonofgrima

dementxvoleur

(☁) - "If you're looking for the actual Pit, he's on duty right now."

[heroxfhyrule]

★ vilisumbra |

A gentle echo over time, one that mirrored the shade's former mold in most, but not all ways afore his maker was met-- this was what the shadow would stumble upon.

In the midst of a lull in their recent, adventuresome months of living, the hero sat peacefully beside a spring, unladen by the tools of their profession which had been placed in the grass beside them, granting sore shoulders some relief. Boots, too, belt, tunic and gloves were folded and deposited alongside the youth's other belongings. Bare feet and their lower extremities bathed in the spring while they rested. Lips were pursed around a simplistic tune, which when whistled caused their companion, a proud mare that stood fully in the water as she drank, to snort, appreciative.

The Ordonian was fully occupied with amusing their horse and lounging in the grass; they didn't seem expectant of interruption and if one should approach with hostility, they would be greatly disadvantaged. It was the horse which brought the young hero's attention to the interloper. By lifting her head and loosing a whinny, her rider was coaxed into sitting up straight and casting their gaze around for whatever had caught her attention.

Upon blue's meeting with red, blue's owner froze, hands still supporting their position in the grass. They'd yet to meet their double and knew not whether the shade was a friend or a foe. 

'Hello?' Eventually came their intonation, both greeting and curious question. Their voice was a mite too high to befit their bearing.

[shittystarters]

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[shewishedforwings]

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vilisumbra t-rotzen forced-link-of-destiny

It was night time, and the moon was covered by clouds. Marin walked slowly, uncertain about being alone in town for a moment. A movement had her draw her gaze to the sign, and she stopped for a moment, still as the grave.

She couldn't see him clearly, but the outline looked so very familiar. Her eyes widened for a long moment before she spoke. Marin didn't even comprehend the mysterious origins of herself and her homeland; the various forms of Hyrule's history were a mystery-or that Link came in different forms, and she had met but one.

"Link?"

[outsetian]

₪ ; vilisumbra

              ❝'m sorry f'r starin', Sir. I meant no disrespect, honest.❞

[vengefulpoe]

vilisumbra has found himself in the desert

"Who is this now?" he muttered to himself as he peered across the desert. The wind was blowing, filling the air with sand and dust, obscuring any detail in the dark figure Cadmus had spotted.

He wasn't sure if he should approach the being. He sensed it was evil, but it was... human as well? While he was fond of humans in general, he was wary of this being.

After some deliberation, he decided to make his presence known. He wouldn't approach, only call out. "Why do you wander in the Gerudo Desert?"

[sunsetofalegend]

    While collecting eggs from the Cucco coop, Link noticed one of his old bow and quivers hanging up on the wall. It had been sitting there just gaining dust over the years. It blended in perfectly with the wall since there were no special markings on them.

    Link placed all of the eggs he had collected down on the ground and carefully picked his bow up like it was going to fall apart when he touched it. Luckily, it did not. The man was curious whether or not he was actually still good with his bow and walked outside. Link stretched his arms for a moment before taking one of the arrows out of the quiver and practicing his shooting stance. It was obvious that it was a bit off.

    Still, he aimed down at a bundle of straw off in the distance, perhaps about 100 feet away if that. Link nocked the bow and aimed at the bail of hay for only seconds before releasing. The arrow sailed through the air and struck the bail smack dab in the middle.

    "It's almost like I'm too good with a bow still."