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Twili
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Post by noctis on Nov 26, 2013 0:08:20 GMT
What is Light? So. This. Was Hyrule? The young - relatively speaking, of course - Twili wasn't sure what he had been expecting and, so, he wasn't sure if he could say that what he was seeing was a let-down or not. There was ground and sky and he could recognize some of the features along the landscape as 'grass' and 'trees', but it was all much softer in appearance than the world he was used to. The Twilight Realm was shades of black and white and twilight - the purples and blues that cast about along the sky when the sun finally sank below the horizon and the moon took its place. It was nighttime right now and Noctis knew about to be glad about that. As soon as day would come he would have to revert back as a shadow and while he could 'sleep' that portion of the day away it would have irritated him to do that right away. Now he had some time to look around and explore what was around him, and he had some time to decide whether or not this really was where he wanted to be. Not like he had much of a choice in the matter anymore. There was no tear in the fabric here and he couldn't just step back into the Twilight Realm. Noctis was sure that there would be some way to reopen the rift on this side, but as it was he would be stuck here for the time being. "I wonder where I am." It wasn't like Hylian geography was taught. Queen Midna had recorded down what she remembered and the information was available to the public, but Noctis wasn't the type to study up on somethng before making a rash decision. He was someplace that seemed fairly quiet though, and in the distance on two sides he could see the edges of a mountain range rising up. There was a path cut through one of the mountains and he was close enough that the Twili could make out the road that traveled that way. Seems like a good enough place to start with. Noctis glanced back before starting toward the road. So. Open. Uh. He's heading into Kakariko.
Idon'tknowwhatI'mdoing
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Post by Rashida Herinnji on Nov 27, 2013 19:30:05 GMT
Rashida relished moments like these. The feel of a nice evening breeze ruffling his hair, the sound of wild life rustling in the tall grass, and the peace of solitude from the lack of another human being, all this was heaven for one teenage traveler. Rashida was dressed in a pretty normal attire. A white t-shirt framed with a sleeveless jacket which at the moment was unbuttoned, a pair of black jeans with a little extra room, a belt to keep them lifted less they fall, and a pair of white sneakers. On his back was all his gear, which was really just a good sized back pack with a slew of supplies, his rifle slung over his left shoulder.He was on the road to Death Mountain, or more specifically, the village at the base of Death Mountain. Kakariko Village, his father's childhood home, and the resting place of his grandparents, but to Rashida it was an unknown town which suited his need for exploration perfectly.
Before setting out to leave Hyrule, which ultimately was what he planned on doing soon, he would stop and pay his respects to the dead. 'Wonder why dad was so adamant about doing this? Not like I remember them.' He had only this set of grandparents once when he was very small, too young to recall the experience, but there was a photograph which held the three of them, and his toddler self was smiling back at him without restraint so they must have been very loving. His grandparents were much older than most, having waited until their late thirties before having a child, but Rashida had the feeling that despite there age they liked to live life to the fullest. While his father didn't have the grey hair that was scattered about Rashida's head, his grandmother did, pulled into a thick braid resting on her shoulder. 'I never did ask dad about that, wonder if it's just one of those rare things like blue eyes or red hair? Still it would be nice to know where she came from.'
A heavy rustling from his left brought his attention back to the present, putting the photo back in his pocket as he turned to see just what was causing the commotion. It was a man, or boy really, he could tell from the distance, but he looked a bit odd. Well, at least Rashida thought so. To him his skin looked a little to pale, like he spent too much time indoors away from the sun's radiant glow, which to him was unimaginable since he'd spent his entire life doing the opposite, or trying to anyway.
Not sure if the man would be trouble or not, he simple kept up his walk to the village, slightly gripping the sling to his weapon just in case.
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