#shadowsinhyrule

         “Honestly,” oh here he goes again, “I don’t understand why we can’t just purify these temples ourselves- we’ve already ventured inside of them to ensure the crucial items have been restored to them, why not just clear out as much of the taint of evil as we can while we’re here?” They lacked the Blade of evils bane so he doubted they could defeat the source of the taint within each temple thus freeing the Sage and allowing their power to awaken, but there had to be something more they could do than merely sneaking in and hiding items... Right? 

His embrace earned him a hum, Impa relaxing against him and the safety that he brought. She’d wanted to see something for herself, and so she’d disappeared. It had amounted to nothing and she’d perhaps taken a rather round about way to come back to him to keep from being followed by any unsavory characters. She’d rather keep him safe than risk having someone reporting about him to anyone. Nope, this was how she’d honestly prefer it.

shadows-in-hyrule is a great character with a wonderful mun!

--anon

The grip on the reigns tightened as Sheik’s voice quieted his steed. The jerking movements being a tell-tale sign that the painted stallion did not like the close proximity to the forest his rider was taking them. Still, Sheik pushed on, calming, gently egging the horse to cooperate with him. It worked, for the most part. The stallion was a stubborn thing, but Sheik continued his gentle eggings, whispering promises of treats and grooming when the mission had concluded. 

Focused on the horse, Sheik still had to take in his surroundings. Mentally reminding of what his Aunt had claimed. An old Sheikah guard, Malik ... He had seen Malik around the palace almost seven years ago. He had been a small tyke then. Hiding from his Aunt’s lessons, pouting as he watched the same-aged princess go to her own and remove one of his playmates.

He had been there. Though Sheik could only barely recall what he looked like.  Assumedly, Malik would not remember Sheik, either. This would hopefully make things easy for the young sheikah. The horse knickered disapprovingly as Sheik’s fingers had tightened so much he accidentally jerked the reigns.

Slackening fingers, the Sheikah had to breath and straighten.

       “ ... sorry old boy ... ”

Sheik spoke sincerely and softly, giving the barest hints of a smile to the stallion beneath his mask. Looking up again, now fully drawn out of his thoughts, he scanned the horizon. Trees, perfect for hiding, a dark green scape with tones of blues and magentas as the sun was (he thinks) sinking beneath the horizon would make this place a rather difficult find.

So ... he would let Malik find him.

Easier to allow the older Sheikah find him, than to go hunting through the woods. With a click of his tongue and a touch of his heels, Sheik directed the stallion towards whatever clearing he could find.

He would need to make a small fire. Smokeless. No-one except those inside this forest would need to find him, after all. Dismounting, he took the reigns of his steed and lead the horse over a tad more, finding a curved branch on a tree that looked sturdy enough. Tying him down, he removed saddle blankets and supplies, setting up a small, portable camp around him.

No tent or shelter (the rains were not coming till next season most nights) but a small blanket to put on the ground and the specific bundle of wood he needed to make certain his fire would not attract outside enemies.

Fishing out two apples from his saddle bags, he handed one over, as he promised, to the stallion who took it from his flattened palm. Sheik leaned against a tree, biting into the apple.

           “Ohhh, now you’re an odd thing now aren’t you? You’re not a normal light dweller it seems.”

       Call the twili interested, but seeing such an abnormality in the twilight wasn’t common. In most cases people dissipated into souls doomed to wander the world unaware of the changes that has occurred to their precious light. However this.. thing or animal wasn’t a drifting soul. It had a physical beast like appearance. However it once was had a strong enough soul to fight back the twilight in it’s own way.

             “So tell me, if you can speak, what allows you to walk so freely in my land of dusk?”

@shadows-in-hyrule

He’s bound and no his knees, his distraction worked Impa was with the one who bared the blood of the Goddess and well, he’d bare whatever fate that was handed to him. He had volunteered for this after all. He listens to the other prattle on before he’s smirking a little the corners of his mouth curving up as he hisses, “ Then do away with me you will get nothing from me. Slave of the Demon King.” They put a special collar on him to seal his magic, the runes of it glowing brightly against the black leather, if only he had access to his magic, he’d at least give this one a run for his money if nothing else.

{◈} The demon was seething with anger as he watched the servant of the goddess rushing away with the spirit maiden. It turned out that his plans were all for naught! And just who did he have to thank for that? None other than another dog of the goddess who had been thrown to him. 

How foolish of him to fall for something as simple as an offering. He supposed that he deserved this little setback, but that didn’t mean he could have a little entertainment of his own while thinking of how to do just that.

Sheikah were long a pain in his side along with Demise, his master. He was looking over the captive and somehow hoping that the ropes would cut off enough circulation that he couldn’t feel a nice sharp kick to his side. His eyes widened at the comment given and he narrowed dark optics.

“You are a fine one to be calling someone slave in the condition you are in, wouldn’t you agree? Did your own kind decide to just make you into a sacrifice?”

She certainly had not expected him to choke based on her strange musings, but it was entertaining enough to have her clapping him on the back for a bit to help him before she leaned up against his side. Probably not the conventional love story she’d been told as a child, an ageless warrior woman and a man trying to find his place in the world, but she was happier than she had been in a while. So why not tease him a bit about how they’d managed to find this when they spent day in and day out running from giant mechanized things.