We all danced in fire | Looking through the screen
[Night has fallen over Hyrule, and while many of its inhabitants sleep, there is something-or perhaps someone, still very much awake.]
[A dark, childlike figure kneels on hands and knees by the slow moving Zora's River. His clothes are black, although they are stained with blood. He hangs his head low and resists the urge to shudder in pain. It hurts... everything hurts. Merely staying conscious is an effort, and while not suffering to the extent that he had been in the tower, it's still extremely painful.]
[This is what, the third time he's been resurrected from the dead? And not even by the power of the Dark Mirror. It was gone, he'd destroyed it...hadn't he?]
It...better have stayed broken. I didn't...I didn't do all that for nothing.
[He hates the cold of this place, and the silence. The wind stings, and it makes his bones ache. He shouldn't have minded it so much...but a lot had happened as of late, that he did mind. He hears the growing-ever-familiar sounds of a Stalchild ambling by, and he hopes it doesn't notice him. He can't fight, not like this.]
[He hisses at it under his breath and wishes, for the first time, that the sun would hurry up and rise already.]
[He knew, after all, that the light wasn't as bad as it seemed.]
[ooc: Here, ZDR, have another Shadow Link. This one's post-canon, though not as crazy...or, well, sadistic as the other two.]
[A dark, childlike figure kneels on hands and knees by the slow moving Zora's River. His clothes are black, although they are stained with blood. He hangs his head low and resists the urge to shudder in pain. It hurts... everything hurts. Merely staying conscious is an effort, and while not suffering to the extent that he had been in the tower, it's still extremely painful.]
[This is what, the third time he's been resurrected from the dead? And not even by the power of the Dark Mirror. It was gone, he'd destroyed it...hadn't he?]
It...better have stayed broken. I didn't...I didn't do all that for nothing.
[He hates the cold of this place, and the silence. The wind stings, and it makes his bones ache. He shouldn't have minded it so much...but a lot had happened as of late, that he did mind. He hears the growing-ever-familiar sounds of a Stalchild ambling by, and he hopes it doesn't notice him. He can't fight, not like this.]
[He hisses at it under his breath and wishes, for the first time, that the sun would hurry up and rise already.]
[He knew, after all, that the light wasn't as bad as it seemed.]
[ooc: Here, ZDR, have another Shadow Link. This one's post-canon, though not as crazy...or, well, sadistic as the other two.]