Second Sin - [Action/Written]
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[Ganondorf had been looking for a better form of transportation at the farmlands, hoping he might find a horse fit to bear him across Luceti. He was pleasantly surprised to find his own stallion sitting there acting all cool. Given that most horses would likely be too small to carry Ganondorf anyway, this is a fortuitous turn of events. Consequently he can be seen riding back to the village on the same steed. It's quite a magnificent creature, really. Especially given how much larger than a normal horse it actually is. And... the red eyes. It later prompts a message on the journals.]
It seems as though my steed has followed me to this world. I require an appropriate stable with which I can keep him in. I have little I can offer in exchange, but I am certain some arrangement could be made.
[Later, in the evening, he will set out again, once again mounted, to the mountains. There is a certain beast that roosts there he intends to visit. He had yet to check on it since returning to the draft, but he had little reason to think it would have had trouble.]
It seems as though my steed has followed me to this world. I require an appropriate stable with which I can keep him in. I have little I can offer in exchange, but I am certain some arrangement could be made.
[Later, in the evening, he will set out again, once again mounted, to the mountains. There is a certain beast that roosts there he intends to visit. He had yet to check on it since returning to the draft, but he had little reason to think it would have had trouble.]
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Date: 2011-09-03 10:49 pm (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2011-09-04 04:01 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-09-04 04:06 am (UTC)Ganondorf, on the other hand, is getting next to zero of that staring. Well, that's what he gets for riding something interesting.]
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Date: 2011-09-04 04:33 am (UTC)What is his life?When she's stared for longer than the horse is comfortable with, Ganon calms the beast with a pat on the side. He at last turns to address her.]The creature interests you, doesn't he?
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Date: 2011-09-04 04:43 am (UTC)He does. I've never seen something like this before.
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Date: 2011-09-04 06:54 am (UTC)[Not here]
Date: 2011-09-04 08:15 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-09-04 05:14 pm (UTC)He is the finest of Gerudo stallions. He has been bred for war.
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:17 pm (UTC)It seems you have fared well, beast. And are eating well, it would seem. [He glances off to the scattered bones of animals at the cave's mouth.]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:18 pm (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2011-09-04 05:33 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-09-04 06:59 pm (UTC)[... She kind of wants to touch it, but--]
If it's a war stallion, then it must bite anyone who tries to touch it.
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Date: 2011-09-04 08:10 pm (UTC)Unless it is my will that he does not.
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Date: 2011-09-04 08:16 pm (UTC)[Not here]
Date: 2011-09-05 01:08 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-09-05 02:53 am (UTC)... Given how big it is, though, she decides not to act like some girly thing in front of a stranger and resists petting it or anything silly like that.]
... I see. [... A smirk.] Has it bitten anyone?
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Date: 2011-09-05 07:20 am (UTC)Toothless! Toothless! Can you hear me, buddy?
[And no response. His hopes weren't high, but he still feels his stomach drop a little. He then decides to wander around and look for the dragon, noticing something he hasn't before on his left in this neck of the mountains.
A cave.]
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Date: 2011-09-05 01:03 pm (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2011-09-05 02:56 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-09-05 02:57 pm (UTC)[It would only bite if Ganon wasn't around. Which means it's going to be troublesome if people go visiting it at the stable.]
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-05 03:00 pm (UTC)As for Toothless, he turns his attention to the incoming intruder, as if ready to pounce.]
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Date: 2011-09-05 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-05 05:59 pm (UTC)Heart thumping, he clutches the tail fin against his chest as he edges into the cave. His footsteps make practically no noise, but his breathing certainly does. Soon he can make out the shape in the cave.
It's him. Toothless. Or not-Toothless. He behaved so unlike the dragon he knew.]
H-hey, bud...I-I brought something. It belongs to you.
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Date: 2011-09-05 10:02 pm (UTC)