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Young Link

from the The Legend of Zelda.

est. March, 2015.

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the-king-of-the-wind:

It was a rather unusual town that the monarch found himself in, that a journey through unknown woods had brought him to. Clocktown as he had discovered the residents called it was a curious place, big enough and filled with more than its share of lively individuals, enough that it might occupy his curiosity for many a day. 

The greatest of the curiosities was without a doubt the haunting moon that hung in the heavens. It was a ghastly looking thing, one whose image he did not so easily shake from his mind, even when he made a point not to look upon it. It ever ghosted at his vision, leaving an odd sense of foreboding in the monarch who had never seen such a thing before. 

But the residents seemed unconcerned, engrossed instead in preparations for some manner of festival that would be happening in a few days time. Perhaps this odd moon was a normal occurrence in this place? though Richard feared what else he might discover if such a thing did not faze anyone. 

Richard had barely noticed the night fall when he spotted a young boy still walking the streets, blond hair peaking from beneath a green hat that matched his garb, the small light dancing about him catching the monarch’s eye as surely as the unusual words turned his attention fully. 

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“Take refuge?” Richard queried. “Is something going to happen?” Instinctively he looked to the sky in search of rain clouds that might merit putting a roof over one’s head but he was instead only met by the haunting eyes of the moon that seemed to glow eerily in the night sky.  

“Forgive me, I only just arrived in town here and am still a bit ignorant so far as all that is occurring. Does it have to do with the preparations everyone in town is making?”

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                    surely he could SEE it, couldn’t he? though the man had a voice that was pleasant to listen to, the questions that were drawn from it irked the boy more than they should’ve. the MOON hovered threateningly above them both, and in the tension of the moment it gave a great heave, the ground below them SHUDDERING with a daunting rumble. 

                     those who were smart enough to bargain with the town guard or Captain Viscen had certainly already left town. so why wander in here, having just arrived, if one could clearly see the state of disarray? though the townsfolk would never SHOW it through their actions, things were very wrong indeed.

                                             ❝ look up. can’t you see that? that moon… ❞

                      he spoke of the CALAMITY that hung in the sky, draping down over the world of Termina like a blanket of unavoidable death and destruction. already they had begun preparing for the Carnival of Time, but even Link knew that few remained when the THIRD DAY hit and nightfall washed over the tick-tocking clocktower above. 

                             ❝ it’s gonna fall in three days. you should
                                                  leave and get as far from this place as you can. ❞

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                       he didn’t bother looking up at whom he was speaking to, long ears giing a subtle twitch in his direction. there was nothing to be looked upon, nothing to be said; they would all FORGET him when the clock struck SIX and everything rewound in a pit of flames and debris.

(Source: tunicisms-blog)

enveigle:

    ❝  —— i’d have thought that was obvious, kid.  ❞

  ɴ less temperamental than he is on any given occasion
  that involves an interruption ( and the subsequent wasting
  of his precious time ), he looks upon the younger male as
  though highly annoyed. a thousand other faces in the sea
  of people that walked the city’s streets, and the child ends
  up choosing to look to him for help. just his luck.

  he gestures in the direction of the bay, pursing his lips.

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    ❝  don’t you hear the horns from the ships, coming
     from down that way? or did you think they belonged to
     a new line of satomobiles ————?  ❞

▲ – COURAGE:

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               Well, he didn’t have to be so rude about it, now did he? At least the directions were given and Link could now be on his way. He held in his free hand a blue-painted mask, lifelike in appearance with fish scales that covered it in a painstakingly mastered pattern. The eyes were lifeless, soulless, and seemed to stare out at nothing.

             ❛ I don’t even know what a sato– thing, is. I’m just trying to  get to the ocean. You don’t have to be such a jerk about it, you know. ❜

              Link’s two ears twitched, regret apparent at losing his cool. Normally he could tolerate any kind of behavior, polite or not. 

                                      ❛ …Sorry. It’s kind of a rushed thing. ❜

(Source: tunicisms-blog)