Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 16, 2018 11:03:35 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. The smell of rain was heavy on the spring breeze and the sky was a stronger indicator to the rain that was incoming. Grey, looming clouds spanned over the sky from what could be seen between the trees of the Rok Woods. Fortunately for Yara the wind had managed to keep blowing her scent downwind from her prey. She had tracked a shrewd young doe from the outskirts of Tempest Gulch for hours but the trail had kept getting warmer from when she had originally picked it up. The hoof prints she ran her fingers through were fresh and she had caught scent of the doe. She paused for a moment moving behind one of the large pine trees, closing her eyes and focusing on the ground beneath her.
Breathing softly, she listened to the earth for the small vibrations of the doe’s hooves. She was light and agile so when she did step the doe was practically unnoticeable if Yara hadn’t known what she was looking for. The woods were silent as what life was here, took shelter in preparation of the incoming storm. Yara couldn’t rush the last leg of this hunt nor could she risk losing the doe’s trail in the rain.
It was all very frustrating, following the instruction to the letter, going on this chase and to potentially have her efforts and energy come up without any success. She felt that anger swelling inside of her but before she could let it take control she focused on the smell of the earth and the sounds of the wind letting it wash over her mind and senses as she listened to the doe’s faint steps. She was still too far away and with the winds beginning to shift her location would be exposed.
She grabbed a fistful of dirt and dusted it over her bare arms and neck in efforts to cover her should the wind shift against her favor. She followed the doe’s trail again following it into a small glade. The grass was tall but not enough to hide her entirely, there were ruins of some sort so she quickly slipped from the cover of the trees to one of the crumbling pile of rocks where she silently notched an arrow into her bow and took aim for the doe that was within a 10ft shot. If she focused properly this kill would be hers.
Aiming for the heart, and if the deer would raise its head she would be able to send it straight through. Seconds began to feel like minutes, Yara hadn’t noticed the sky turning black, the doe raised its head and Yara loosed her arrow. Just as the arrow left her bow lightning split the sky overhead causing the doe to be startled and rear to the right. Instead of imbedding itself into the doe’s heart it instead clipped the doe’s shoulder causing a gash to open, nothing lethal as the arrow lost itself in the grass and the doe ran off to the right of the glade and away from the rain that began to pour.
Yara cursed angrily as she darted from her cover and after her prey; rain pelting at the woman’s lithe body. The large raindrops made quick work of soaking through her light clothing but she wasn’t concerned with that. Mud caked her feet and as another round of lightning struck nearby she realized that her attempts to pursue where both futile and dangerous before she even cleared the glade to the trees.
Cursing again she ran back to crumbling rocks she managed to find a small patch of dry ground protected by, what could only be assumed to have been a wall at one point, and pulled the earth up to make a shelter large enough for her and her master. Wherever he had gone off too, she knew he was nearby and watching her.
This had been an exercise for her, she hadn’t done poorly but she did come up empty handed and soaked. Fighting the anger and frustration that welled up inside her; Yara sat down facing the opening, back against the crumbling stones. She raised the ground in the opening so that rain would not soak into the dry ground inside but left it open enough that she could see outside.
Now she waited for the disapproving silence.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 16, 2018 15:06:44 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He was out here training her how to hunt, but his heart wasn't in it. He knew these woods incredibly well, even if they had changed over the past twenty years, there were still the same, massive trees marking the landscape here and there. He knew exactly how to get to Tempest Gulch, he knew exactly how to get to Skull lake, as well as draw the fish out from beneath the flowers. He was amazing at navigating anyways. He just had a good sense of direction, on top of traveling all over Hyrule to spread Ganon's chaos in his time as a Yiga. As he followed Yara, his mind remembered this place as it used to be. Cowering behind the fallen log with a bear cub, stalking through literally anything just to make sure he and his cub could eat for the night and of course hiding from his angered aunt. While he watched Yara hunt, one hand subconsciously reached up to touch along his jaw, feeling the Glasgow smile underneath of his thick fingers, green eyes locked onto Yara's stalking movements. The hand quickly fell into just rubbing his face in general as he watched Yara fail to pay attention, watched her take too long to set up the shot. Yes, you had to be slow and quiet, but there was a fine line you could cross every now and again. Especially with a storm on the horizon, he'd rather have seen her take the risk than just lose it to the sound of thunder. The same sound that sent him into another flashback. The familiar rumble and echo of thunder bouncing through the nearby gulch. His eyes roamed towards the gulch, and as Yara walked back to where they had set up shelter, he walked towards the edge of the woods. He didn't want to, but he did anyways. Summoning Mot, the bear came from the ground before sniffing along the ground, immediately sniffin a heavy stone before placing a massive paw over it. Axel moved said paw and sat down on the flat surface, Mot sitting next to him (considering he couldn't fit on the stone with his master anymore) and looking up to the sky. Of course it was going to rain, it always rained in Akkala, he should've expected it, but he didn't expect the Rok Woods to do this to him. Somehow, their hunt had led them so far into Deep Akkala, he smashed right into the one place he did not want to be, nor did he ever want to be. He left this place for good reason and there were even more reasons why he should've stayed away. "I'm glad this place has stayed to the monsters." Axel idly commented. Of course, he was worried about Tarrey town spreading and populating Akkala, but he doubted that would ever happen. The place was crawling with danger, and building in it was incredibly difficult. Turning as Mot grunted, to look at the volcano with him, they both stared at Death Mountain and the red stones that jut skywards on the other side of the Rok Woods that they used to call home. "You're right, we should head back." Besides, staying out in the rain would get absolutely nothing accomplished for either of them. Standing upright, he and Mot made his way back to the shelter, stepping inside without a word, face still written in his usual, stoic expression. His green eyes seemed even more dull than usual though as he turned to sit and face the entrance of the shelter, Mot disappating as his master took a seat. He didn't say anything to Yara immediately. Something in him didn't want to speak, for now, he just wanted silence. They were close, so incredibly close to what was going to be, more than likely, crumbling remains of his old 'home'. His ears and cheeks tingled at the memories those two buildings held for him, even more so than the rest of his scars on his body that were set off by being back in this place. The memories were written deep into his skin. They were memories that would never go away. They've haunted him for years and no matter what he did, he couldn't chase them out. He couldn't get them out of his head and he'd never be able to shake that feeling of disgust when he sees his own, twisted reflection. His aunt and uncle having made their mark on his body. Marks that'd never leave. After a moment, he realized that he had set his jaw, and that he was staring at the ground in heavy focus. Quickly, he'd play it off as if he'd been thinking of Yara's hunt. "Don't hesitate next time. Akkala waits for no one. This region is cruel, impatient and unrelenting." Was all he spoke at first, his green eyes traveling over to Yara, observing her. Yara MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 16, 2018 16:38:19 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. As he entered Yara didn’t move from where she sat but she did watch him silently. Something weighed on him more than his usual brooding, she figured he probably didn’t care if someone noticed the shift in him or, simply that he didn’t realize that she noticed. Either way she made a point of trying her best to pay attention to her own emotional state and not fly off the handle. She didn’t need him on her ass if he was in a particularly bad brooding state in comparison to the usual. She sat up straighter though as he bore holes into the dirt with his eyes, his jaw set into a hard line as his scars set it deeper than a normal scowl. She figured it was probably him reflecting hard on her failure at the hunt. When he spoke he merely confirmed her suspicion, however, it wasn’t as biting as she had expected. That was mildly unusual. She didn’t question it though, she would have been even more of an idiot if she had. When his green eyes did leave the dirt to fall on her, her own grey eyes maintained the contact unflinchingly. She wasn’t angry, mildly defeated yes—but there wasn’t much she could do about that now. She silently acknowledged her weakness in this situation and made a point to try and surpass at the next opportunity. She nodded understandingly at his words with a soft uttered “yes sir,” before she fell silent again and rested her shoulders back against the earthen wall crossing her legs to straighten her posture. She could feel the pelting of the rain through the earth. The thrumming, erratic rhythm focused in the back of her mind as it sobered her inconsistent influx of rage that threatened to well up and boil over. She sighed heavily, an exhalation of the pent up pressure inside of her and she looked back at him waiting for further critique. @tag- # # # - notes MADE BY VEL OF GS
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 16, 2018 18:50:35 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. "You never know. Some day, a failed hunt like this will mean you and any companions go hungry." He could've actually scolded her, but he wasn't feeling it. The broiling anger was there, but this land held a heavy air for him. He knew that his family's spirits must haunt this area. Why else would his chest feel like Mot was sitting on it? Wordlessly, he ran his hands through the shaven sides of his head, going back to staring at the ground, listening to the rain outside. "How much do you know about Deep Akkala?"He did know that there was an issue for a while in the Sheikah community. The Hagane clan was found dead, all except for the son. The son was nowhere to be found, and the bodies all showed almost no signs of struggle of any sorts. One last second of consideration though and he brushed those thoughts to the side, standing up and looking out at the heavy rainfall, green eyes set drearily on what was to him, a familiar path. It had been over twenty years since he passed through the shrubs there, all the little trails he had worn into the ground were now faded and gone. Grass had grown back, undergrowth made it's way back to it's original place, now able to rest, undisturbed. To him though, it was the same path he always took to get to the main road from his parent's place. Without fear, used to the booming thunder ahead and the lightning flashing across the sky, Axel stepped out into the rain, contemplating where to go next. Would he be assed to head back home just to see it, for a confirmation that they were gone, or did he want to walk the gorge like the old days. Stand on the bank of Skull Lake and watch the rain ripple in the water, disturbing his reflection and the image of the flowers beneath. Unsure of what to do, he stood there and thought for a long moment, muttering to his self. Yarawell whaddya know? MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 16, 2018 19:56:15 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged2 + short note | She groaned inwardly as his voice yanked her focus away from the pattering of the rain, not his intention and more on her lack of multi-focus. “Understood.” Came the imbittered response. Lightening flashed and thunder boomed, it was more feral than the Faron rains. It sounded like a distant, long forgotten memory that she couldn’t place. Maybe a nightmare she had, had? She shook her head tersely at his question, she had never left Faron before joining the ranks of the Yiga, but she didn’t need to tell him that. “Nothing,” she stated plainly. As he stood she narrowed her eyes at him appraisingly. He had shaved his long hair off while she had been gone to the Faron coast, he looked younger as the strong facial structure was unobscured. His scars where much more prominent not being offset by the black stray locks.
His vibrant eyes pierced her more painfully now with the shorter hair, perhaps all of it together just made him appear more…terrifying would probably have been the word she would have used if she had not had the experience she did. She stood up as he disappeared outside and walked to the opening to watch him. To her he just seemed more raw, more…exposed? She couldn’t quite explain it, she wasn’t some sort of emotionally intelligent person. Fuck, if she was capable to be somewhat intelligent thought in any capacity she was having a good day. For some reason watching him muttering to himself surrounded by the rain made her twinge. She scowled deeply to herself cursing at how the rain seemed to erode even stone.
She shrugged the twinges away as if they were some sort of infectious growth and she then stepped out into the rain after him. Coming up beside him she stared out into the expanse of the glade and then up at the boiling greyish black sky. She sighed deeply again and then looked back to him “Back to the gulch?” she questioned after a moment seeing that he was lost in his own mind and muttering to himself.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 16, 2018 20:33:24 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He heard her speak, but gave her no response. Instead, his jaw remained set, his eyes turning to look towards the sky, rain falling down on his face. He watched, unflinchingly as lightning continued to flash, striking the ground a good distance away, close enough to rumble the ground at least. What did this land want from him? Well, it's more like what he wanted. But that's a deeper question that he didn't dare stew in. What he wanted was the successful raising of their lord Ganon and a land coated in darkness and chaos. A home for monsters. Thousands of years of light and peace could kiss it all good bye. It was the monster's time to shine. Taking a deep breath, he let out a huff that turned into a sigh near the end. "Deep Akkala is cursed. Some may say other wise, but I'm sure of it. I know these soils. I know this land. And for as long as I've known it, it's always been a hell hole. For monsters and humans alike." He shifted, stepping towards a tree. He could easily send her off to the gulch and just make his merry way over towards his old home, but that'd be careless. He'd be leaving her, in the rain, down in the gulch alone. "Mot." He called the bear up, staring at him for a long moment, growling back when the bear made a protesting noise. "The gulch can wait." He sighed inwardly. He knew exactly where they could take shelter from the storm. "I know a better place to take shelter. If we're lucky, there will still be fruits and vegetables growing wild now." It was spring, so at least a few things should be ready to eat. And if he remembered well enough, everything that could betray anything about him was well hidden in dressers, pouches, boxes and under floor boards. Yes, this was worth the risk. "The gulch is dangerous when it rains. Akkala floods, frequently, especially in the spring, and especially here in deep Akkala.""Mot. Lead." He grunted out, his bear letting out his own grunt, shoving his way through brush, leading Axel and Yara (if she didn't follow, he'd make her) through the woods and towards two, worn down but still standing buildings. Axel didn't say anything, rather, he just looked at one, then to another, a frown set in his features as he traveled into thought. Mot was sniffing a specific area before turning back to Axel and giving him an affirming grunt. So they had buried the bodies. Good. Now as to whether or not the insides of the building had blood stains about them or not was another story. He doubted they cleaned the place up, or if it was even able to be cleaned. It had taken several months for the news to spread, so it had to take at least one before they were found. It's been twenty years though... who knew what would be left at all. Yara MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 16, 2018 21:05:35 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged2 + short note | When the lightening touched ground nearby Yara couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably, she had yet to develop a tolerance or irreverent defiance for Nature’s fury. She listened to him best she could through the howling rain and thunder and she felt the weight of the implications his words held. Surprisingly, she strongly believed in curses and that which accompanied it. Pain was a powerful force that echoed even in death and bled into the realm of the living. It was her own pain and fury that had imbedded a bitter obstinacy when she faced death and with it, she was reborn in the likeness of Ganon and her agony.
She grimaced as he explained why suggesting going back to the gulch was a by the worst suggestion she could have made. She just needed to shut the hell up. Which she did.
She walked silently beside her master watching the ground more than anything to make sure that her footing wasn’t terribly disrupted by the rain and water. The more they walked the more she felt the weight increase…what the weight was she didn’t know. It was there and eerie in the raging storm. When they came upon the buildings she looked around inquisitively but knowing better than to ask. Axel had been alive twice as long as she had, he had done more shit and seen more shit than she could fathom.
How he knew of this place was none of her business and heaven help her, she figured, if she asked questions with the sense of dread (that was that weight) that had been building. After her time with him she could tell he was clearly distracted, to a point, by something; and honestly, if this place had something to do with it she didn’t want to fall into a pit of wrath and end up with Mot on her ass for miss stepping.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 16, 2018 21:40:13 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. This was a bad idea. Axel's walls screamed and writhed in agony, telling him to stop. But this was their best bet for the night. Neither one of them needed to get sick out here in Akkala, or struck by lightning, or washed away by flooding. Axel stepped forward, reaching towards the door, cut off by Mot, the bear looking him in the eyes. Axel met the vaporous gaze with his own. He knew what Mot was doing. He was acting on his subconscious. He wanted to protect Axel, Mot was the physical embodiment of not only his core, but his walls that he had built up. Placing his hand on the bear's nose, he gave the huge beast a hearty push. "Do not baby me. This is my own decision." He spoke to Mot, opening the door once the bear had been moved. It was just as he left it, only his parents had been buried. The walls held tale tell burgandy patches of the signs of spray, the table held patches that told the story of pool after pool that had gathered on it and ran deep. Wood held many memories, and twenty years later, they still remained. Time had wiped nothing away, it was as if time was frozen here. He looked to the bed where his parents slept, eyeing it cautiously. There was no other bed, rather, a pile of molded, mildewing furs in the corner. He looked to the dresser, which was still closed and in one piece. Nothing was changed. Good. "Hmph. I don't suggest using the bed either." He looked to it once again, it was in the same state as the pile of furs in the corner. Ok, maybe time changed some things. But to Axel, it was all the same. The same place he was forced to call home that was never really a home. A place where the floor was made of glass and if he made one wrong move, everything shattered and crumbled. More often than not, young Axel chose to sleep outside with the bear cub that had found him. It was better that way. Further away from his family. Hidden away from them. Walking over to the rotted fire wood, he picked it up anyways and split the wood open with his hands, searching for any sort of tinder they could use to start the fire pit. "Search the wood for tinder." He ordered her, immediately walking back outside and heading around to the other side of the building. Luckily, there were certain vegetables that were ready to be eaten. The garden had grown out of control too, so at least they'd be able to fill their stomachs to have energy. He could easily send Mot out to hunt, but they didn't need to draw anymore attention to themselves. If someone wandered from the main road into Deep Akkala, they'd be screwed. Yara MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 17, 2018 9:13:42 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged2 + short note | The closer they walked to the buildings the heavier and nastier the feeling inside Yara’s gut grew. Her instincts told her this was not a place with good memories attached to it. If she were to ever return back to a rickety shed on the banana plantation she would have felt a similar sense of dread but in comparison this place reeked or torment and decay. Yara’s early deductions where confirmed as Axel spoke to Mot with a gruffly resigned determination. Whatever this place was, and it was no good, it weighed heavy on her master and his companion. She was used to seeing Mot try to corral Axel away from a bad decision, Mot usually never won out unless it meant sitting his large self on top of Axel and in the exposure Yara had to the pair it had been rare and only in an amiable rough housing.
Except for that one time with the snake in the bottle…shaking her head Yara walked in behind him and the old, rotting smell of rot and time decay hit her nose with that faint, yet unmistakable undertone of blood. Had her sense of smell been any less than what it was, the decay of time would have washed it away. The wood was stained with multiple instances and exposure to blood, that much was easy to determine.
She let her eyes wander around taking in the crumbling bed, the old dresser, and the pile of molding furs. Who had ever lived here at one time had not been around for a very, very long time. She stood to the side waiting for his orders as he went to rummage in the wood box. She snapped to attention when he came up empty handed and issued her the order she had been waiting for. As he walked out she felt a chill or trepidation run down her spine as she scanned the room for anything that could be used. Determining that the majority of what she saw was not going to be of any valuable use she rushed back out into the rain and back a little to where she had spied some fallen trees.
Summoning Jett they worked together to move the water saturated logs until she found one that had yet to be fully soaked and they pulled it apart together. Jett was on edge keeping a wary eye out sensing both the unease of his partner as well as that of her Master and the environment they were in. He would stop and puff himself up with lightning struck as he kept Yara sheltered from the rain as she worked pulled the guts out of a tree and shoving what she could into her back before filling her arms with a load.
She knew they were both soaked through and with it still being the early stages of spring a rain like this could bring with it a cold front. She found herself thankful she had the forethought and packed a secondary set of clothing. Hopefully the wood she found would last long enough, she had quite a large load between her pack, , and her own arms. When she was satisfied she instructed for Jett to grab the chunk of the tree he had yanked off and bring it with them. When she got back to the cabin she quickly emptied her arms before taking the larger trunk from Jett and dispelling him.
She then tested the wooden crate that held the rotting wood, it was sturdy enough so she discarded of the rotten wood and placed the fresh wood inside so that it would dry off from what rain it did get. She then began to make the foundations for a fire out of the wood from her pack that she had protected from the rain within the fire pit. With the heat and a little time the other wood would dry. Once she had a good structure for the fire she lit it and tucked some of her dry moss into the crevices to help stoke it to a warm strength.
She then pulled the trunk to herself and pulled off the wet bark and outer layers that she set to the side and pulled the dry trunk a part. If Axel returned while she was in the process of any of her work she would stay focused on her task at hand until it was satisfactorily completed, remaining silent unless addressed.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 17, 2018 12:18:07 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel bristled at the sight of the four graves not too far from where he stood. He had stripped off his shirt and used it as a makeshift basket to gather the vegetables in. The vegetables that he had gathered wouldn't be sufficient enough when it came to protein, but it would be something. When he came back inside with the vegetables, he placed the tied up shirt down on the floor, watching Yara test the wooden crate to see how sturdy it was. It'd be a while before the fire was ready, and Axel, still bristling, made up his mind. walking over to the dresser, he pulled open the bottom drawer, moving the molded clothes to the side and pulled out an old, wrapped up and dry bow. "Give me an arrow." He told her, quietly looking the bow over before putting it back. There were no arrows, and the bow was dry rotted. It would be of no use. "Piece of shit." He grumbled with a sour, spiteful tone as he slammed the drawer shut, cracking it in the process. "And your bow." If it was anything Axel had practice with, it was hunting in the piss ass pouring rain, in the spring time, for deer. Of course, Mot was huge now, so his big nose could only be put to use if the down pour continued. He walked back over to Yara and waited. Both of them had spent a lot of energy, and if they wanted to be able to function well, even through the night as they slept if something were to rouse them or appear, they'd need to have some source of protein. Axel doubted he would sleep, but this place was sucking the life out of him, the mental drain of a night spent here would be great. Yara MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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