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Young Link

from the The Legend of Zelda.

est. March, 2015.

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  Winhill’s self proclaimed Monster Hunter just finished up his first phase of patrol, a task which consisted of walking to the edge of town. dealing with any monsters he came across and helping anyone in need. It wasn’t the most exciting job in the world, but it was one that he’d come to love. Today’s patrol had been an unusually quiet one. Perhaps the heat was keeping the Caterchipillars out in the flower fields where they could find shade beneath the leafy trees. It didn’t sound too bad of an idea after a long day spent running around beneath the blazing sunshine.

  With a great big bear yawn, Laguna stretched his arms out wide and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Man, I’m beat!” Machine gun slung over his shoulder, he was just about to head back home and get some hard earned dinner when the back of his shirt was grabbed and tugged on, halting him in his tracks. “Hm?” He glanced over his shoulder at the blond male behind him, but he didn’t get a look at him until he turned to face him.

  “Oh! Hi ther—” Laguna’s eyes widened instantly, unable to look away from the large, pointed ears that stuck out from the boy’s golden blond locks. A confused  “Uhhh..” escaped parted lips that hung open as he glanced over Link’s gaudy green garb, the boots, the sword and shield he wore on his back. Clearly, this kid was some kind of foreigner from a faraway place. The old folks in town would probably make a lot of noise about him. Xenophobes. They hated outsiders. Anyone unfamiliar was unwanted. Laguna knew all too well how it felt to be treated this way, having dealt with it himself for the past couple of years. So he took it upon himself to give the weird looking stranger a smile and treat him with only the utmost kindness. 

   "Hiya! Can I help you? Y'look a little lost..“

                 Following the man’s eyes from their line of sight, Link was unsurprised to find them focused on the length of his EARS. The odd slant of his large, naturally-winged eyes were of note to most as well, or perhaps the golden colour his hair shown in the sunlight. You had to have a THICK SKIN to live out in the wilds, going through everything Link had had taught him a valuable lesson. Patient as ever, he waited to be fully acknowledged, shifting back on his heels before finally being TREATED to a smile. Perhaps this one wouldn’t look at him as though he were dirt.

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              ❝ Not lost, just confused. I’ve not come across a map salesman all this time.
                  I am meaning to be going North until I come across Hyrule, this is the way,
                  is it not? I was so certain… ❞ 

                  Those long ears gave a TWITCH, leaning forward just the slightest to listen to what this man had to say. They were meant to hear the voices of their GODS and be guided by the spirits around them, but this land had nothing to listen to… naught but the hushed whispers of human voices that attempted to hide from him their  i n s u l t s.

(Source: tunicisms-blog)