#cfthewild

I could go on forever about all that I love with Impy's muses and writing! Every muse of her's is absolutely breathtaking (twilightiisms/shxtteredbow/cfthewild) and she's a huge reason why I love the RP community so much! She puts so much character into her muses and I love EVERY reply that she puts out just because it's so beautifully written. Not only is she great IC, but she's ASTOUNDING OOC and such a wonderful, kind soul who's helped me through so much. Seriously, all the love to Impy. -- lcylines

     Selfish and childish... How predominant these impressions of herself were, carved into the recesses of her mind.  To think how easily Link stood in front of her with holy blade in hand— defending her from the cold metal of the Yiga.  With so little thought to his own safety, he had viciously fended off each attack ( eager for crimson to flow on desert grounds )... She had been so wrapped up in her own frustrations and insecurities— even letting her anger boil over as she lashed out at Link with no restraint.

      He had only been doing his job!

     And yet...despite her treatment of him.  Her SELF-ABSORBED, CHILDISH treatment... The way that his eyes burned as he stood protectively in front of her ( her aegis )...  The very image seared its way into her mind and to say she was captivated as she gazed upon a young knight in this new light was certainly an understatement.

     Her life should have ended yesterday and alas, here she stood still with life in her body— all because the knight she had scorned and pushed away came to save her.  Since last night, determination settled deep within her aching heart.  She would apologise properly to Link and perhaps...they could start anew.  Zelda was certain that she would only be met with that stony silence once again, but her sentiments must be known!

     Tension and uncertainty lingered in the very air between them— shrouded in the unknown of whether the Yiga would strike once again.  With breath shuddered, the princess couldn’t help but relive the very fear that nearly paralysed her every muscle.  But in these times ( vulnerable and shaken ), her knight provided that sense of safety.  Looking upon azure oasis waters, Zelda steeled her COURAGE, anxieties stirring in her gut.

      ❝ Link... ❞ Gently her voice spilled from soft lips— a pause of hesitance.

     Come on, Zelda... You can do it.  Look him into the eye and admit your faults.  It is up to him whether he forgives or not.

     ❝  I...have sorely mistreated you.  I was frustrated with my own work that I lashed out with no reservations—  Princess or not, you deserved better than my scorn.  My...immature anger.  And yet...❞  Pulling viridian gaze from cool oasis waters, the princess turned toward her knight to look upon him ( emotions of frustration, remorse, and gratitude dancing in their conflict on fair features ).   

     ❝ You...You saved me.  I’m so sorry, Link.  I should have not treated you the way I did and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive this selfish princess. ❞

          “ UGH── Who thought it would be a good idea to make a hideaway in the Highlands ?? It’s too damn cold up here... ” The Gerudo grumbled as the temperatures began to drop. This had BETTER get her closer to where she needed to be or she swore she would throttle that damn Hylian that ASSURED her there was a hideout this way. Did she maybe pass it ?? No way, she was certain that she wouldn’t do that── again. 

⊰ ✨ ⊱ – Truth be told, the adventurer had little idea what to expect when he arrived to this stable. Much less, this entire kingdom and regions that encompassed it. From where this little adventure began, up until reaching this very place, he’d been by himself. There were, of course, wanderers on horseback that he stumbled across as he made his way here.

     But there had also been... creatures. Malicious. Filled with ill intentions. For what it was worth, the boy tried his best to avoid conflict. Had he been in his realm, he would have fought in the manner he knows best. Casting spells. But in this place, he didn’t want to draw attention should anyone or anything lurk about. Waiting. Watching.

     Needless to say, he was grateful now that he was in the company of several people. There was a small comfort in knowing he was not entirely alone, even if he didn’t know anyone. Yet he had remained silent, at least up until he was ready to burst with questions about these blood moons. And so the star sailor turned adventurer asked the male nearby rather than rudely interrupt the researcher himself.

     Besides, the fire beneath the cauldron was warm and the aroma of the food lured him in. And the one wielding the ladle didn’t appear disturbed by his approach. That was a good start. It was then that he struck a conversation, but the answer he was yielded did catch him off guard. An answer not spoken, but drawn out. Doomstar had his suspicions -- a mute individual, perhaps? Ah, yet it remained only a passing thought. It was not something he would pry for.

     No, he would... adapt. He didn’t mind relaying his own messages in the same manner. He knelt, then. Studied the drawing and message scrawled into the dirt.

     The orb -- moon. The bodies -- malicious creatures from earlier? Rising from the earth?

                            ‘  watch  the  hero  --  do  not  let  him  wander  from  your  gaze.  ‘

                                  his  orders,  issued  to  him  by  the  dark  lord  himself,  were  etched  into  his  memory,  followed  through  with  almost  unrivaled  dedication.  there  were  times  he  slacked,  as  was  necessary---  a  living,  breathing  thing  needed  sleep  and  food,  after  all,  and  to  expect  him  to  (  quite  literally  )  keep  a  trained  eye  on  the  hero’s  every  move  was  ludicrous  ;;  ah,  but  when  he  wasn’t  caring  for  himself,  he  was  hot  on  the  adventurer’s  trail,  using  the  element  of  darkness  to  his  advantage  to  keep  himself  hidden  from  view.                 it  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  like  this,  though... him,  aligned  with  the  very  being  who  sought  hyrule’s  destruction  again.  ganon,  in  all  his  forms,  all  his  incarnations,  was  like  an  ugly,  persistent  blemish  that  never  went  away,  and  though  he  had  breathed  life  into  the  centuries  old  shadow  being,  the  silveret  could  name  no  other  being  whom  he  detested  more  than  his  own  creator. 

                         why,  then,  was  the  shade  aiding  he  whom  he  hated?  why,  after  he  had  lead  a  life  of  peace,  was  he  slipping  on  the  bloodied  boots  of  his  past,  dirtying  his  once  clean  hands  with  sin  and  pain?         --------  simple  :  safety.  desperation.  FEAR.                                   calamity  knew  of  his  traitorous  actions...  how,  when  the  hero  of  time  had  extended  a  merciful  hand  to  him,  he  had  clung  to  it  like  a  fish  at  sea,  thus  going  against  his  allegiance  with  his  own  father  figure.  when  this  era’s  link  had  been  put  to  sleep,  the  decades  that  passed  felt  more-so  like  agonizing  centuries.  the  hope  began  to  drain  from  the  goddesses’  land,  and  from  its  people,  much  like  the  prosperity.  dark,  too,  began  to  believe  the  hero  would  not  return,  and  sidled  up  to  calamity’s  side  --  not  solely  out  of  hopelessness,  however.  the  appeal  of  a  mutual  agreement  had  only  steeled  his  resolve,  calamity  having  detected  something... ‘  off,  ‘  about  the  shade.  he  was  weakening  by  the  day--------  not  RAPIDLY,  bless  the  three,  but  the  magic  that  had  been  used  to  birth  him  was  finally  beginning  to  fade.  calamity  had  agreed  to  prolong  his  life,  in  exchange  for  his  services.                               and  he,  not  yet  ready  to  pass,  had  accepted.

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