[Yara]

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 + Flynn + @tagged2 + short note + Muse

Her own scar on her lower abdomen panged in response to being drawn to pay more attention to his own death blow. She had to let out a forced nervous chuckle at his ‘joke’ “I am pretty sure you would have enjoyed it with zeal,” she mused “’specially if your one of Ganon’s…I wouldn’t be surprised of a uniting blood lust amongst us.” She honestly found herself disappointed that she hadn’t been able to witness her acquaintance tear the fisherman apart. At his direction she poked around the loot and grabbed the bits and pieces she could make use of as well as the rod, she could fix the string situation by taking the reel out. It wouldn’t be perfect but it was better than her makeshift spear. As she rummaged she stacked the unwanted items into a pile for him so that it would make his task simpler. She worked silently and after the task was completed on her end she placed the items in the sack about her hip and looked back to him realizing she hadn’t properly introduced herself…not that being on a name to name basis was proper etiquette in the monster manual but, hey…whatever “Names Yara,” she volunteered after a moment of socially awkward silence. She wasn’t used to the one doing the talking to new people when she was around Axel.

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[Flynn]

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

Grabbing some tinder where he had camped, Flynn came back just as the woman had finished going through the fisherman's no-longer-belongings. Quickly, he set the remaining equipment ablaze and stepped back. Thinking for a moment, he did know that he would enjoy it, but it felt kinda like... even if he said he was shark, she thought he was a shark in a way? It seemed as if she still didn't know exactly what he was. "Say. Have ya ever seena Zora?" He asked idly, watching the gear go up in flames, fingers reaching up to clean between his sharpened teeth. "Flynn." He finally offered, throwing a bit of cloth to the side that he had freed from the back of his mouth. Letting out a small belch, he laughed to his self. He obviously was alone, rather than the two Malgyorg he had motioned to, who were way out in the sea. It showed in the way he dealt with his self. He exuded the silent confidence of someone that had been alone long enough to be comfortable without companionship. "I just feel like ya haven't seen a Zora." He may not look a lot like one anymore, but he was still a Zora... just.. one of Ganon's zoras. Yea.

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[Yara]

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 + Flynn + @tagged2 + short note + Muse

Yara pulled the sand up and compressed it into sandstone so she wouldn’t have to sit down on the ground. She did this for a multitude of reasons, one as a display that there was more to her than she presented…make her less of a target should this Flynn get the idea she was his next meal Ganon or no Ganon; two, so it was easier for her to react should he attack, she wouldn’t have to skirt around in the sand trying to avoid him, and thirdly because it was just more comfortable and less annoying. She set about handling the rod making sure it was in functioning order, cutting the frayed string on the reel and then attempting to untie the hook. She paused after a moment considering his question. She had remotely heard of the Zora, it was a long, long time ago to her though. Probably around the time she was eight. She shook her head, watching him from across the fire and squinting through the sun. “Can’t say that I have…heard of them, long time ago.” She held her hand out to about 3ft to indicate her size right around meaning that it had been a while since she had even heard of them. It made her wonder, after a moment, just how much she may have missed of the world in her childhood of slavery on the plantation. She then looked back down at her work cutting the frayed string and beginning to lace it back up the rod.

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[Flynn]

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

His grin was never ending, and it somehow grew more as he started chuckling to his self. How in the hell did someone go their entire life and not know about one of the most pompous, arrogant, snot nosed races possible. Even the Hylians had abandoned monarchy once it fell, and they were thriving. But here were the Zoras, still going on with the same humdrum bullshit under the same type of rule they had been under for Ganon knows how long. He rolled his eyes at the thought that one day, the other Zora may realize that they could do so much better without a diplomat, but that was all he could do at that thought. "Ain't ever seen er heard of a Zora. That explains alot." He didn't give a damn if she made sandstone to sit on. He may have had water as his element, but she was on sand, near a beach. She may have had the magical advantage, but Flynn had the terrain at his disposal. He had height and power, and he had no fucks to give if someone else had any of those things. If he decided something was a prey, there wasn't anything they could do to intimidate him. Luckily for her, he had a relatively full stomach and so did the Malgyorgs at sea. So he wasn't about to end up in a sour or quiet mood anytime soon. "Maybe it's fer the better yain't seen em. Pompous gill suckers."

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[Yara]

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 + @tagged1 + @tagged2 + short note + Muse

Yara peered at him from behind her bangs that slipped from her hair tie as she looked up from her work. She raised an eyebrow at him as he grinned excessively. She hadn’t seen someone smile so much in her damned life. She tied off the hook at the end of her string and nodded to him “Perhaps you're right,” she mused softly focused on the rod as she shifted it in her hands. Then standing up she faced away from him and pulled the rod back to release it after she figured out the general contraption. The hook went flying into the distant sand and she reeled it back it. She did this a few more times and then looked back at him. She felt Jett wake up from his nap and she flashed to him her location through their connection. He bristled smelling the newcomer, but he was still a distance away from her, she told him to meet her up at the rivers bend and to check to make sure there were not any stray travelers that were unfortunate enough to find their way down here.

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[Flynn]

Am I part of them? Are they part of me? TAG. Yara THEME. xxx NOTES. 90% sure this is already over

There it was again, that smell. He was already losing interest in Yara, not particularly feeling the flat replies. Without a word, he sniffed the air again and began to walk away from the blaze, heading back to where he had set up camp. Walking inside the small alcove, he grabbed his old katana and stepped from the cover, looking about for the smell he had picked up on. It wasn't anything he was used to, he hadn't smelled this very often, and therefore couldn't place what the hell it was, but it was enough to annoy him to the point he went to pick up his sword.

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