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Post by Flynn on Feb 3, 2018 9:08:50 GMT -8
Death is a choice that I rejected TAG. @xxx NOTES. Location: Lanayru Promenade |
Flynn stretched his arms under the water and watched as some Lizalfos swam near the surface, white eyes locked on the creatures as he moved slowly across the bottom of the river. While he may not be any where near as fast as he used to be, he was stronger, much stronger. It was easier to move through the rushing river in honesty, in his opinion at the least. He had the energy and strength to keep fighting against the current.
As he kicked his feet to stay in one place, lacking the tail on his head to help stabilize him in one place, he dug into the mud with his hands and pulled out some rusted sword that crumbled in his grip. Useless. He could fish with his hands, but now that he was slower, doing it with said hands was incredibly difficult. Instead, he scavenged for things that could make useful fishing materials... but today didn't seem like it'd be a fruitful day. Turning his head, he caught the glint of a bass trying to pass by above him.
Planting his feet into the muddy river bed, Flynn kicked forward and snatched his hand out, grasping the fish before quickly putting it down to stuck it away in the satchel on his side. There was one fish. His immense strength kept him hungry, so having to fish like this was an extra burn on any calories he did so happen to have.
Once he had two more fish in his pouch, he climbed out of the river and worked his way up the crumbling, ivy and moss covered stones of what used to be the Promenade walk way. Luckily, there wasn't usually this many visitors in this area, but people always had a way of finding him places. Stopping, he nearly facepalmed. It was winter and he was low on fire wood. With a heavy sigh, he walked into the little area he camped in and snatched up the wood axe he had... uh, borrowed, from a traveler and made his way up the hill. He didn't trust those damned Lizalfos to leave his catch alone, so he kept it well sealed in the hide bag on his back as he climbed a hill side and made his way to a small patch of trees not too far from the promenade to start cutting wood.
He'd probably end up camping up here for the night anyways. It was cold, and the less energy he burned today, the better. It was always easy to set up a nice shelter if you knew how to manipulate the snow around a well protected shelter with a fire placed just outside of it. His biggest threat would be the monsters that roamed around up here, they were pushy and had, more often than not, popped up at some point to give him troubles.
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Post by Lelana on Feb 4, 2018 20:10:55 GMT -8
❝ | I'm counting on hearts like yours to keep me burning. You be bright when I'm starting to rust. You be the why behind my what. I'm counting on hearts like yours to help remind me to keep ignoring the white noise behind me. Don't ever let them water me down. 'Cause I know, Once you feel it you can't unfeel it, Once you dream it you can't undream it |
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As the sun peaked out from behind the clouds it cast a golden light on the snow making it reflect as many faceted diamonds. The winds where calmer than usual in the Lanayru mountains and Lelana had retreated up into them for hiding. She had yet to make it completely out of her home domain it was too bitter of an ordeal; but she also did not want to be found by any wandering guards or search parties. She wasn’t sure how insistent her father would be in finding her after she had left home without so much as a word before leaving. She was determined to not return until she had found her path and proved her competency in the kingdom of Hyrule. But first she had to leave the mountains of her home and the fields with which she was so familiar.
She was in a cluster of forest searching the snow and foliage for bracken, any medicinal plants and foodstuff. She had her own pack with a couple of fish and she was now looking for some of the fresh fiddleheads to prepare with the fish. If she found enough she would leave them to dry in the sun and she would be able to pack them along with her as she slowly made her way out of her home building both supplies and gumption to take that step into the bigger world.
She heard crunching snow and she picked up on a scent that was not entirely monster or…wait a minute…was that the scent of a zora mingled with that of a monster? That couldn’t be right. Unsheathing her hunting knife Lelana took up hiding behind one of the larger trees. She could discern that the presence was larger than herself and if she could avoid a fight she would relish not having to run from her camping site.
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Post by Flynn on Feb 4, 2018 20:31:46 GMT -8
Am I part of them? Are they part of me? |
As he placed his foot on a tree to help kick it down the rest of the way, he stopped, his nose picking up the scent of a zora. Usually, he was a pretty chill fellow but... well. you can understand paranoia of other zoras if the same people you thought were your friend literally hunted you down and left you for dead. Those years spent in fear were well molded into a paranoia. With a low growl, he gripped the wood axe in his hand tighter, sniffing the air still as he tried to distinguish the smell.
After a moment more of picking apart the scent from different plants, he froze and straightened his back. Abanadoning the tree he had just chopped down, he looked at it and pointed, mouthing 'i'll be back' before walking towards the smell with caution. There wasn't very many places to hide, so she couldn't be too far. Stalking around, he stood next to the tree she was behind and sniffed the air a few more times. Unable to see ... her, it was a her, he stepped past the tree, confused.
She was near, he knew she was. The scent was incredibly strong around this tree. Luckily for Lelana, he turned his head the opposite direction of her first to look.
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Post by Lelana on Feb 5, 2018 7:31:08 GMT -8
❝ | I'm counting on hearts like yours to keep me burning. You be bright when I'm starting to rust. You be the why behind my what. I'm counting on hearts like yours to help remind me to keep ignoring the white noise behind me. Don't ever let them water me down. 'Cause I know, Once you feel it you can't unfeel it, Once you dream it you can't undream it |
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Lelana held her breath pressing up against the tree as the scent came closer; it was strange and monstrous but it also smelled like the Zora’s…or more specifically a scent she had once known that tickled the back of her memory. It brought an all too familiar grief into her heart but she also boiled with anger and confusion. He was reportedly dead according to the cells of warriors that had hunted him. Perhaps this monster had found his grave and had taken his hide as a false trophy.
Whatever the case, she was filled with a righteous fury at the decimation of her long lost friend.
It had been reported, so long ago, that Flynn had committed an act of treason but the specifics of the events had been more than vague. Traditionally there would have been a trial but there had been reports of an escape that lead into a criminal hunt that lasted for nearly a decade. She had spent many hours patching him up in the medical ward during her apprenticeship and after the events of what had occurred she could not believe the young Zora she had known to be someone as so disloyal as they had portrayed him.
She had known otherwise and she had done what she could whenever there were reports of his whereabouts in Lanayru she always took advantage of her role as a medic assistant to go and gather the needed supplies for poultices, salves and other medicines to leave for him a small supply bag of medicines, wrappings, food, and other supplies that she could sneak away. She never knew if he had found them but she hoped he had because they were always gone when she would go back.
She prayed fervently to the Goddess Hylia for his safety and she had ensured to play her part in providing the aid of the Goddess. She and Flynn had always differed in their convictions but she had never faulted him as an outcast and had gladly engaged in conversation about his point of view whenever it was presented. She had learned at a young age that there were many people in Hyrule from many walks of life and while Lelana saw the Goddess as a nurturing mother, others certainly did not and she liked to listen to what they had to say, it allowed her to learn and grow. This had also made her more of a complicated child to her father who wanted a submissively demure daughter that he could marry securely. But she had challenged that norm and that role she was supposed to play for a different hand, which was partly why she was on the run herself.
However, coming back to the moment someone was further disgracing Flynn’s memory and she would make them pay dearly. But she didn’t have her spear and she would not be able to make a proper attack with her hunting knife. She was outsized. She looked over to the fallen logs to the left of her hiding place that she had stored her supplies and her spear, the monster was getting closer. As the large blue head appeared above her she took advantage of it looking in the wrong direction and made a mad dash for the log.
She reached it quickly without interference, probably having surprised the beast, and she grabbed her spear swing around to face her would be assailant as she took up an offensive pose and yelled aggressively. While she didn’t think she would be a frightening site to behold she wanted to make it clear she would not be an easy prey or something to contend with.
That was until her eyes took in the sight before her. He bore the face that strongly resembled Flynn but he was more…human less Zora and much more built than she remembered the lithe male to have been.
It was as if she was seeing a ghost and she couldn’t trust it entirely, there had been legends passed down from the older Zora that sometimes the mountains would test the young Zora’s. Perhaps this was such a test to challenge her resolve to strike up her own path.
“Flynn?”
Her voice trembled between being grief stricken to anger to confusion to hopeful. Too many things welled up inside of her and she gripped her spear to be more sure of herself if she was wrong.
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Post by Flynn on Feb 5, 2018 8:27:12 GMT -8
Am I part of them? Are they part of me? |
Flynn was just about to turn his head to look in the other direction before the sound of scurrying had him jumping away, snapping his whole body towards the sound, wood axe still in his grip. So it was a female zora! Good nose. But she was pointing a spear at him, and letting out an aggressive shout... did she think he was a monster? Well, that was reasonable, he occasionally smelled his self and he could pick up where that idea could come from... well. He was a monster anymore, and he had to remember that, he was hardly a zora anymore.
He watched the stance and the shout but fear didn't flick in his eyes, instead, he remembered that pattern. It was so unique, he had never seen one like it. He blinked, a deep frown across his features. This was her, the same healer that had saved his life numerous times, and had held actual conversations with him about his opinions without ridiculing him for his not believing in Hylia. He blinked once more, slowly. The way she said his name had his heart cracking to pieces, it was obvious that she had mixed feelings in her body language alone, but her voice confirmed it. "Lelana." He could never forget the names of the same people that helped him so much.
Now he just had to seriously hope she didn't believe all the lies they had spread about him. Political propaganda was a hell of a thing, and when there was something they didn't want getting out to the world, they'd do everything in their power to put a halt to that spread of information. "It's me, Flynn, I promise." He had no idea how he could reassure her that it was him, there was so much missing, he was so much bigger too. He was no longer the lithe, short zora warrior that had been marked and cast out. He was afraid to say anymore as well, she would probably jab at him for sayiing those words alone.
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Post by Lelana on Feb 5, 2018 10:08:37 GMT -8
❝ | I'm counting on hearts like yours to keep me burning. You be bright when I'm starting to rust. You be the why behind my what. I'm counting on hearts like yours to help remind me to keep ignoring the white noise behind me. Don't ever let them water me down. 'Cause I know, Once you feel it you can't unfeel it, Once you dream it you can't undream it |
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Though his voice was deeper, more robust than before she would recognize her eyes anywhere; she had spent too many nights before his disappearance recalling the images of his eyes, reiterating their conversations over and over in her head trying to pick it apart for any other meanings. She had been a silly girl back then, sneaking off with some of her friends to watch the young Zora warriors train. The stronger, more aggressive males caught all of the other female’s attentions and while the larger males had taken a shining to her she had been disinterested in their pursuits. She had been up until the day she left.
He was outspoken, mildly awkward when they first met and more intelligent than the typical warrior. He also hadn’t been a snivel-nosed coward, nor had he boasted in arrogance. She had even began to design a set of armor for him as was traditional in Zora culture if a female had an inclination towards a warrior; but that was old history now . But she hadn’t been able to let his memory go or the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that it had all been just wrong. That was why it had been so difficult for her to believe all the rumors she had heard as well of some of the “first hand” accounts from the larger males that had established themselves with their own agendas. A Zora who did not prescribe to the tribes practices was seen as a threat and open-mindedness was ridiculed.
The incident had planted a seed of rebellion in Lelana which ultimately led her to where she was standing today. If this was a test by the mountain spirits it was a very cruel test indeed. However, she let her emotions and hope get the best of her as he said her name and she lowered the tip of her spear and stabbed it firmly into the ground. She kept the fallen log between them though; if the figment did turn out to be hostile then she could use it to her advantage to rearm herself.
She came out of her aggressive stance and let her cloak cover her small frame; it was just as well as he fiddled nervously at the hem as her stomach twisted violently. This was not what she had expected when she came to the secluded promenade as her sanctuary. When she finally did speak her voice cracked unsteadily; “They said you were dead.”
Those words fell of her tongue like heavy stones sinking into the bottom of a lake, she had been loath to speak it before. Her mother had comforted her when the news had been received but her mother had cautioned her to hold her tongue and shove her grief away. If her father, the elders or even the king found out it could have gone badly for her. She had shoved it down along with everything else but she never forgot.
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Post by Flynn on Feb 5, 2018 10:34:45 GMT -8
Am I part of them? Are they part of me? |
Oh, thank goodness she stabbed the spear into the ground and relaxed her pose. As soon as she relaxed as well, he slammed the wood axe into a nearby tree, burying it into the wood with ease. A soft, nervous and yet also broken smile took over his face. Lelana was a breath of fresh air just thanks to that simple gesture of putting the spear into the ground. He just came up here to set up a shelter and get a small fire going, he didn't come up here to bump into an old friend, perhaps one of the people that knew him the best as well. His smile faded a bit though as she mentioned 'they' and 'dead'. Smile falling into a frown, tears pricking at his eyes and a flicker of anger, not towards her, took over his features before he just lowered his head entirely, staring into the ground.
He should've seen it coming, but it still hurt. His torso was markered with a mix of puckered scars where the infection had almost taken him. He chest shivered a little from where a chill was setting in, but also, in general, he was starting to shake from the memory. "They didn't even have the guts to finish the job." He spoke quietly, hands gripping the sides of the pants he now wore, squeezing in anger before letting go. Taking a deep breath, he picked his head back up and pulled out a smile for Lelana.
He was still at an entire loss for words, this was just... it was so strange, and it had been so long since he could see another person and relax. But, he couldn't relax yet. He still wasn't entirely sure how this encounter would go, but he was still going to stay positive about it! He wasn't going to let the fact that she may fear him because of what he's become bring him down. Or at least he wouldn't show it. He wasn't quite sure how anybody that was this close to him would react upon seeing what he was.
Travelers screamed in terror, but she had yet to flee. All she had done was pull a weapon on him, but even now, it was in the ground and she wasn't running in the other direction. He held onto that tiny glimmer of hope and continued fighting the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He wouldn't cry yet, he wanted to, tears of joy, but they weren't warranted just yet.
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Post by Lelana on Feb 5, 2018 10:48:43 GMT -8
❝ | I'm counting on hearts like yours to keep me burning. You be bright when I'm starting to rust. You be the why behind my what. I'm counting on hearts like yours to help remind me to keep ignoring the white noise behind me. Don't ever let them water me down. 'Cause I know, Once you feel it you can't unfeel it, Once you dream it you can't undream it |
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Her body relaxed visibly as he imbedded his axe into the nearby tree. She could still see he was the same Zora inside, changed certainly, but not entirely gone. He remembered her and that meant something, her twisted nerves relaxed a little but her heart still panted painfully. “They are all disgusting, lying cowards anyway. I’m not surprised you still managed to prevail over them.” Her voice was firm and confident, not like the meek little Zora he had once know . If only she had the same resolve and determination then as she did now. Maybe she could have heen the friend he had needed...no the friend he had deserved. There were so many things she wished she could change.
She sat down in the fallen log and pulled the blanket out of her pack she had brought along for the cold nights and she offered it to him. If only eyes could speak she would have said a million things to him, all boiling down to the emmense relief and grief she bore involving him and how he had, probably, unknowingly impacted her.
“I don’t know if you are real or only a figment or my dreams to haunt me but whatever the circumstances may be I am very happy to see you alive.”
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Post by Flynn on Feb 5, 2018 11:25:29 GMT -8
Am I part of them? Are they part of me? |
Flynn took the blanket tentatively, looking down at it and still trying not to tear up at the simple gesture, but it was happening anyways. He blinked hard and fast a few times, lowering his chin to his chest for just a second before looking back up. The blanket was tangible, but he was in such a level of disbelief. Slowly, he unfolded it and threw the blanket over her... and it was on her, it wasn't falling to the ground. Over the blanket, his hands gripped her shoulders for a moment. "I." His voice cracked. Taking a moment to clear his throat, he took a deep breath before trying to speak again. "I can hold out longer. Lemme finish gettin' some firewood."
Without a word, he walked to free his axe from the tree and finished collecting fire wood, his free hand wiping at his eyes as he tried to pull his self together. He was going to freeze either way if he didn't get a fire goin for the night. Returning to the tree he had fell, he easily cut it into shorter logs for a fire, lifting it all with ease before making his way back to Lelana. This was actually where he was planning on camping, it was the best place to set up a shelter. Hopefully he wouldn't need to flee if things got harsh. Setting the bag holding the fish to the side, Flynn squat and started on stoking a fire. It was an easy job, thanks to his increased stamina and tougher skin, so the primitive trick didn't take too much out of him.
Now that he'd got his own fish cooking, he looked over to Lelana as he sat down next to her, still slow and hesitant in his movements. "I'm.. still not entirely sure if yer real, or just some, sick, twisted joke my mind is playing with me cause I've finally gone mad." His voice was shaky, and he was finally crying now, palming at one of his eyes to just try and alleviate some of the pressure he felt in his face, his chest tightening painfully as he broke into sobs. "But I'm so sorry if I made ya worry." He finally pulled his face out of his palms. "It's been so fuckin lonely Lelana. I've done some shit, I've...." he was still Flynn, personality wise, just like he was before he sold a part of his soul to ganon, albeit a touch more aggressive when needed. "I've changed in ways I never thought possible."
He needed to get that off his chest. He felt like he was obligated to say it, and eventually, he'd have to explain why. Not if she asked, but just because he would never hide anything from her, and he wouldn't ask her to stay once he told her. He would never ask anything from her, she was so kind and caring. He was still loyal to ganon, but it still hurt. Waking up and looking down at the water to see your reflection. He loved it and was thankful for everything granted to him, but he hated it all the same. He hated knowing that he could never return to any kind of society. Mark of an exile on his back be damned, he could cover that. What he couldn't cover was everything else. He knew no one else that accepted him. In fact, Lelana is the first that hadn't pissed themselves in fear.
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Post by Lelana on Feb 5, 2018 13:50:41 GMT -8
❝ | I'm counting on hearts like yours to keep me burning. You be bright when I'm starting to rust. You be the why behind my what. I'm counting on hearts like yours to help remind me to keep ignoring the white noise behind me. Don't ever let them water me down. 'Cause I know, Once you feel it you can't unfeel it, Once you dream it you can't undream it |
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She was surprised when he tossed the blanket over her and griped her shoulder firmly. He wasn’t a figment of her dreams; he wasn’t some mirage of the light and snow, he was solid and tangible. At any rate his hand was. She watched him go, appraising him silently. He was very different from the Zora she remembered and something felt off about him. Like an evil had sunk its teeth into his soul and changed the very essence of his nature. That intuition nagged at her uncomfortably and she was sure it wouldn’t be a good story if he told her about it.
Regardless, she was more relieved than disconcerted and the fact his memory of her was still strong was enough to ease the mild fear and doubt in the back of her mind. She could hear him working even though she couldn’t see him and she set about her own work gathering the supplies she had collected in the hollow log along with her pack. She prepared her own two fish along with the fiddleheads. She collected some fresh snow and put it in her small cooking pot so that it could come to a boil once she had it nearer to the fire. She was grateful her harvest had been fruitful and she had plenty for a meal and a little extra to dry the next day there was sun.
She then pulled out her pouch of various herbs and prepped a little satchel of dried lavender and chamomile. It would be both soothing to their frayed nerves and help bide off the cold of the night. Once the fiddleheads had cooked she would be able to change out the water and make the tea. As a Zora that had medicinal training and was trained in the domestic arts she had not failed to leave home without the basic cooking necessities. She had the pot, two cups, and for the sake of it two tin plates. The only reason she had rationalized at the time for bringing more than was, was to serve as backup should one be damaged or lost. Now she was grateful because she would be able to care for the company she was in, and it went along with her nurturing nature. What was a little extra weight to the small female if it meant being able to share a warm cup of tea with someone.
The Goddess seemed to smile upon her, reuniting her with a friend that she had thought she had lost. She had begged and beseeched the goddess when the events transpired but the only answer she had received was the conviction to help him in the only capacity she had known how. She was angry with herself for not being outspoken then, if only she had spoken out for wait she had believed to be right. She had failed him that much she knew but he didn’t seem to hold her responsible for any of his misfortune. She ran down the mental list of her medical herbs and supplies she had with her, she projected it had been many long months since she had provided her last supply kit for him. She would have to ask if he ever received them, even when she doubted he did, she faithfully answered Hylia’s beckoning to go and leave it in hopes that it would find him. If he needed care she was prepared.
She was silent in her work when he returned, not knowing what the right thing to say was. She set up her own fish alongside his and she situated her pot for the fiddleheads on the raised steel rack so that it would boil. Now all that was to be done was to wait. She remained still as he settled beside her, her breath caught slightly as his leg bummed into hers. She had enough dedicated devotion to continually make him supply kits despite having a sure confirmation that he received them, she wasn’t surprised that those emotions welled up inside her still, she had still been grieving the loss.
She looked at him as he spoke, his voice was shaky and her heart broke for him. She tentatively reached up to run her thumb under his eye and wipe away his tears “No,” she said softly “you haven’t gone mad dear friend. The fault is not yours but mine…” she paused heavily her own burden weighing on her shoulders “I failed you by not speaking for you in your absence. I didn’t know then what I know now and if I had been half the girl I should have been as your friend none of this would have happened.”
She had gone from a sitting position beside him to kneeling before him her hands wrapped around one of his own large hands. “I am so sorry,” she cried bitterly “please forgive me and the wrong I have done against you.” Her small frame shook as the tears she had held in broke loose. “I believed them and thought you were dead, I should have come looking for you. I should have known you would need care.”
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