[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Faron Sea-where the river from the grasslands meets the sea



Meditating sucked…hard.

Yara came to this conclusion as she picked herself up from lying down under a palm tree and looked out to the Faron Sea. The thick salt air stuck her nose and her frustration with the silence was carried off on the breeze. She couldn’t still her mind and find a void where she could manage the influx of emotional waves and anger that bubbled irregularly within her but sitting here in the quiet of this wild expanse seemed to quiet her. It wasn’t following the instruction she had been given, however she was not fighting with herself.

She also wasn’t training so her usual frustration and anger at her poor performance was not being continually brought to the surface. It had been quite a shock really when her Master had banned her from the training grounds, told her to leave and go focus on meditation. He had been explicit about not coming back until she had at least managed to get her constant swell of anger under control. He hadn’t given her a time limit, only implied that, should she return and he was not satisfied with the results, that she would not have a good time of it.

That had been enough for her to grab the needed supplies and head to the region she had most familiarity with; Faron. Except she didn’t find herself in the humid jungles and instead in one of the coastal alcoves that had become a regular residence for some of the regional monsters. She was at least home amongst the Lizalfos and Bokoblins. She didn’t have to fret too much about hiding out in this recess either; it was pretty secluded from most of the “respectable” society.

Jett was certainly enjoying the tropical weather and the occasional banana trees. He was lounging with a huge stack of banana’s that they had gathered together earlier in the morning. He now snoozed snuggled up with them during the mid-day heat while Yara tried, and failed, to find that “state of mind” in meditation where everything disappeared. She grumbled softly to herself and stood up stretching.

The young Yiga was very lightly attired; she wore a pair of short pants and a sleeveless tank top that came up over her collarbone. Her left hand was no longer bandaged, after Axel had stitched her up properly the wounds had healed relatively seamless, though the skin bore the signs of having a substantial wound, it wouldn’t be the same but it was better than a gaping hole.

Yara grabbed her makeshift spear from the cliffs edge and proceeded towards the river. She had noted in her time out here that the fish collected about a mile in from the sea and it was prime time for her to hunt for her lunch, probably some dinner too if she was lucky. She had picked up on Axel’s survival lessons easier than she had anything else so far

Flynn - # # # - hey fishie fishies

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[Flynn]

Am I part of them? Are they part of me? TAG. Yara THEME. xxx NOTES. Fishy is here

The water ran red just off the edge of the coast. A path in the sand where a Malgyorg had obviously disrupted a fisherman's camp was obvious, but there were also giant foot prints accompanying the trail. The red foam washed ashore, and with it, Flynn. A poor fisherman had decided that is was acceptable to taunt the blue giant, and had learned the bad way that this blue giant had made his self a part of the violent, difficult to read family of Malgyorg that patrolled these shores. The large male and female Malgyorg's fins gave away where they swam off, leaving their half monster friend to his own devices on land. Flynn stood to his full height, long mouth in a grimace as a hook stuck through his bottom lip, near the corner. He ignored the hook for now and simply stood in the waves for a second, growling at where the fisherman had formerly been. Now was far from the season to mess with Flynn. The waters were changing, and so was he and he didn't really care for anyone that thought they could get away with messing with him. After a moment, he took in a deep breath, looking towards the scent he had picked up nearby. He didn't consider it a threat, it was hard to consider anything a threat when you were coming down off of a rampage. His eyes looked towards where he had smelled the stranger, locking onto Yara. "What're ya doin' here?"

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[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Yara hadn’t been walking too long away from her camp down the shore when the strong scent of blood hit her nose. Her sense of smell wasn’t amazing by far but, anyone adept enough could pick up on the scent of a fresh kill. It wasn’t monster blood though, monster blood had a bitter tinge to it, at least to her anyway. It had to be that unfortunate fisherman she had avoided earlier. Either that or some other unfortunate soul that had found themselves down in monster territory. Either way, poor fool. She shrugged and continued walking, sure enough to keep a fair distance of space from where the pool of blood washed up onto the shore. She had nearly cleared the expanse when a very large, very blue…monster, it would seem, stood up from the shallows.

She assessed by the sheer size and the ferocity she was faced with that it was certainly a male of some kind…perhaps a lone alpha of some unknown monster race she had yet to learn about. Though, there was something familiar about the presence the creature exuded from themselves. She had felt a similar “sensation” when meeting the Hylian Monster hybrid, Damion, a time back. Perhaps this was another of Ganon’s children but not chosen for the Yiga clan. When he addressed her, she looked at him with a raised brow, inquisitively she probably shouldn’t push her luck with the distance she was away from Jett.

“Hunting.” She said simply placing her right arm on her hip. He was about as tall as Axel, though a smidgen shorter. Yeah…she definitely needed to be aloof and ready to move should this monster attack.

Flynn- # # # - Oh Hai!

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[Flynn]

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Flynn took another deep breath when the other person spoke up. The mangled scar tissue on his chest moved and twisted as he sucked in the other person's scent. She definitely wasn't a normal person, which was good enough for him. Well, it would be, if he wasn't feeling particularly territorial. A large, sharp toothed, malicious grin over took his features, still ignoring the hook in his mouth as he watched Yara. "Huntin in Malgyorg territory in th' middle a spring ain't th' best idea." It'd be a shame if this person also belonged to Ganon. The sharks in the water were still hungry, though sharks were almost always hungry. He traded off his humanity to live, and now served as one of Ganon's. He had no qualms about dragging off another person to the bottom of the sea here. He listened to the blood in his ears as his heart hammered in his chest, still excited from the struggle with the snarky fisherman. He'd never actually be a Malgyorg, or be able to properly tame one, but there was a wild look in his eyes that he shared with those hard headed sharks. He may not have been able to swim in sand, but he still had the animalistic drive that came with being a monster. Thing was, he was the first known Zora monster out there. So not much was known about their behavior. He was never 'normal' to the rest of the Zora anyways, so his new blood just helped him remain an enigma. He continued watching Yara though, waiting for a response. She seemed sassy, which could turn out to either amuse him, or piss him off. Even he didn't know, but that stupid, silly yet somehow violent grin remained.

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[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Brow still raised she pointed to the river that opened up into the sea basin “Never met a Malgyorg,” she mused very aware of the display he was presenting “haven’t gone sea fishing either…only headed upstream, seems the fish take shelter there around this time…” she really did not want to fight this thing, not now and certainly not when he was in a state of territorial frenzy.

She assessed he could probably span the distance between them before she could even get a teleport off. Yeah…trying to take this toothy bastard on for any reason was not what she wanted. He was successful with that bloody grin of his though, if she had been a lesser monster herself she may have well darted off in fright. However, Yara had faced worse staring down at her with hard, disapproving eyes. She could handle a bloody grin better than Axel’s disgust.

She pointed to her lip to indicate for him to pay attention to his own “Looks like ya got hooked…” she jested mildly “though it seems you got the best of the fisherman”

Flynn- # # # - ya got somethin' there mate

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[Flynn]

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Flynn straightened up and looked out to the sea, watching the two Malgyorg fins occasionally peak the water as they hunted, then turned back to Yara. Scratching a spot on his stomach, he laughed with the grin, eyebrows raising. "Sharks. Shark monsters that own sand n sea." He pointed down at the large lines in the sand where it looked as if some large mole had gotten lost in the sand and had been tethered to one point, how there was a smooth arc around where the fisherman was sitting. It had followed the foot prints up and around. "There's a good reason fishin' gets bad around spring n' summer time. Gotta know how to stay away from us." Flynn informed her, looking back out to the fins in the water. This was their season. The waters were warming, and Flynn's monstrous instincts wanted to bind him to a pack to hunt in. Usually sharks were solitary creatures, but there was a difference when it came to monsters. They craved that partnership, someone to hunt with and to watch their back from anyone or anything that would hunt them. His hand came up to his mouth and gripped the hook in it. Flicking his wrist, he just pulled the hook out in whatever direction it happened to arc out in. Looking at it, then at Yara, he held the hook out to her. She had a spear, and if she was going fishing, it'd be better with her than with him. There was also the gear the fisherman had left behind... yea. left behind. Not like he was forcefully pulled away from it for angering him.

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[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

She didn’t entirely know what a shark was but…looking at the blood and the male in front of her she at least had the concept of a working idea. So, this…male was a shark monster. Made sense then she guessed, or that was her assumption based off his phrasing. He referred to himself as part of the collective.

She nodded understandingly listening to him, curiosity to learn about these “sharks” getting the best of her. As he points out the large lines in the sand Yara’s brow furrowed lightly, a shark monster that could swim in sand. She dug her feet into the sand, instinctually burying her toes and seeking for movement. She didn’t feel anything in the sand beneath them and she righted herself from her sunken position pulling her feet from the ankle-deep sand she had burrowed into. She appraised him skeptically as he offered the hook to her and she ran through various scenarios of this shark monster trying to lure her in so it would be an easier attack.

Though as she considered this she figured he would have done so by now and disregarded the formalities of stealth when he had the prowess to perform an all-out onslaught. She walked over towards him and grabbed the hook he offered with her fingers. Examining the hook for a moment she then looked up at him with a shot in the dark guess “What is it mating season or something?” she questioned going off the assumption that she had seen other various monsters and animals put on more of a display in the spring and summer than before.

If that was the case then she had better be even more careful. A male, alpha or not, was even more of a problem to contend with if they were seeking a mate. From the minuscule observation she had done growing up the males become more agitated and territorial up until finding the mate and then it was an even fiercer fight to maintain them.

Flynn- # # # - notes

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[Flynn]

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His eyes glinted in amusement as he watched her consider taking the hook. It was an empowering feeling. Over one hundred years of being disregarded because of your size. Because you come from a mighty, powerful family full of tall, skilled warrior zora on both sides and yet somehow you turned up a sort of 'runt'. He never got his growth spurt. While his features matured, he stayed small, much smaller than the rest. But now that things were actually considering him as if he was an actual threat. It'd go straight to his head if he was that kind of person. But as his frenzy started to taper off and the wild expression in his eyes simply faded to 'untamed', he dropped his hand to the side as she took the hook and grinned at her. "Bingo." As he moved, his pants still dripping some with water, and would dry off soon at that, he stepped further out of the shallows, bare feet stepping into the sand scarred. "Even I have to be careful around the ones I have made friends with." His anatomy had changed quite a bit. He lost the Zora developments for speedier swimming, his fins were gone and so was the webbing between his fingers and toes. It was almost impossible to tell he was a zora anymore to anyone that hadn't really seen one. "Our attitudes change." As he stepped closer to Yara, he observed her, especially the mark on her hand and everything. Considering the smell about her for a moment, he crunched his nose with the grin, eyes narrowing as he spoke up. "Ganon?" It was worth a shot, and if she wasn't and she tried to attack him or scream out, well, it wouldn't be easy for her to get away from a nose like his. It was one of his few redeeming qualities since his transformation.

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[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Yara looked at him curiously at his questioned and her eyes narrowed for a moment…oh, so that’s why he has a similar feel to Damion. A match lit up in her mind as it dawned on her, his question making sense. His enthusiasm infectiously creating a small smile to tickle the corners of the young Yiga’s face, a rare frequency.

She nodded “yes.” She almost admitted to him that she was a member of the Yiga clan but she caught herself. “A newer development,” she admitted looking down at the hook and then hooked it through the shoulder of her shirt so that the hook came out again as to not run the risk of an easy puncture to her shoulder. “You too?” she questioned following him out from the shallows.

Flynn- # # # - notes

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[Flynn]

Am I part of them? Are they part of me? TAG. Yara THEME. xxx NOTES. xxx

His wide grin spread as he finished stepping out of the bay, looking around for where he had set up camp. It was still well hidden and he didn't smell signs of any disturbances in it, so that was good enough for him. "Good. Good. I was 'fraid I was gonna have ta kill ya." He commented idly, chuckling to his self when she bounced the question back. "Not even a year yet. But it's been interestin." He looked down to the scar on his chest, giving it a firm pat. "N worth it." He obviously had a dark sense of humor if he was going to start laughing at the horrific, mangled tissue on his chest. The time he had spent with Damion had improved his attitude, drastically, towards the accident that had mangled him. But he still felt a burning desire to watch the monarchy within the domain crumble in on itself and one of these days, he was going to be there to make sure it does happen. Stepping to where the fisherman's stuff still lay about, he started going through it. The pole was still there, though the string was broken and the hook was now on Yara's person, Flynn didn't interest his self in that. Instead, he took a single spool of extra string, made sure it wouldn't unravel and put it in the pouch on his side. Satisfied with that, he left the varying baits, hooks and the string he had been using where it lay. "Take what ya need. I'm burnin everythin that's man made when yer done."

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