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Post by Azaelia on Mar 18, 2019 19:29:58 GMT -8
I'll be posting Eureka x Beelzebub's bastard litter soon. Still have a bit to work on, but if you're interested in adopting a horrible evil murderous pup who is conveniently named after an archangel, hold off on this adoption and wait for Beelzeaka! Otherwise, check out Ocealia's Zelda-themed litter of cuties!
Yes, Link is destined to become alpha with Bee (part of future El x Eureka litter), but this doesn't have to happen. It's a long-way in the future, so we'll see! however, the general plan is to keep Somnus' deep roots in the alpha blood, so the next alphas will be of Somnus alpha descent.
You know the drill, post your RP sample below. Templates are fine for applications, but can't be used in RP until a superior rank is achieved <3 Zelda | Tundra x Timber | 3 Months | Future Beta |
PUP IMAGE TEEN IMAGE ADULT IMAGE APPEARACE Zelda is utterly breathtaking. Her looks can kill, they can blind, and they can save. Her eyes are glistening rosegold and they always peer with passion, and knowledge. As a pup, her eyes will paint her as a little lady who is wise beyond her years.
Her coat is a shining silver all across her body. Her fur is long, soft, elegant like herself, and she is proactive in keeping it pristine so she can always look the way she feels, like a goddess.
Though now she only weighs 26 pounds, she will someday weigh 120 and climb to be 3 feet tall and 5'8 feet long, a fit body built for a multitude of activities including hunting and fighting. personality Zelda is the wisest of her siblings. Midna is tactical and smart, but she lacks social intelligence, and it will always keep her from being a leader. Link is dangerously kind, and if he isn’t careful with his adventures in helping others, he might hurt himself, or someone else.
But percipient Zelda knows better. She knows to always be kind to others even when they are not around, and she knows that sometimes allowing one to help themselves, rather than solving their problems for them, is more beneficial to that individual.
Zelda is brave and can make tough decisions, but she cannot enact them. It’s why she needs Link as her voice, for she feels it is not her place to command, but to guide. Her brilliant mind will someday be great help to Somnus, even as a child.
Though she can seem controlling in her attempts to educate and guide others, every move she makes towards helping others comes from her heart, like Link. She, contrary to her brother, is more selective and tactical as to whom, and how, she assists.
She is hard-working and family-driven like her mother, and stoic like her father. She controls herself and leads her life with grace; through honesty and compassion. She believes that these are the true qualities of the feminine, and thus, thinks highly of herself as a female leader, and someday will be just that.
background Too young for one <3 Link to Zelda's AbstractAlso if someone wants to PLS fix the editing on the pics that'd be great xD This is not my skill but my current edits give you an idea! coded by ulla
Link | Tundra x Timber | 3 Months | Future Alpha Male |
PUP IMAGE TEEN IMAGE ADULT IMAGE APPEARACE Oh, so handsome, Link is a silent but deadly lady-killer; His quiet and obliviously humble persona is sweetly enticing, and he has a striking, romantic appearance to accompany.
He sports various hues of the gray wolf across his coat, thinly blanketed in black over his back. With thick, long legs supporting a proportionately muscular body, Link will someday stand at 3'7 feet in height and 6 feet in length, weighing in at 175 pounds.
But, for now, still adorable as ever, this fluffy ball of love weighs 28 pounds. His eyes are a bright, beautiful hue of gold and never fail to prove his trustworthiness, honesty, and affections. personality Much to Midna’s contempt, Link is a staple prince charming, but he will always be too humble to see himself that way.
Always putting others needs above his own, Link is the most noble of his litter, and will never apologize for wanting to help. Midna thinks Link is a pathological hero, but he faces any conflict without question out of the purity of his heart, never seeking praise.
He is brave, unafraid of dying for a righteous cause, but he is not fearless. He is sensitive and hates to let others down, and often thinks nothing of himself if he cannot contribute to somebody’s, or something’s, well-being.
Eventually, Link will grow out of that mindset and become deservingly confident in his abilities and will develop self-worth, and will use that untainted love to give his hands to others in need, instead of using his fear-of-failure.
He is cheery, excitable, adventurous, and fun-loving. He never passes up an opportunity to roll down a hill, chase a doe, or give Midna a well-deserved beating--much as he condemns violence. He never frowns, and when around him, it’s impossible to frown either.
Quite shy and modest, he doesn’t talk too much, and instead displays his affections through actions. He will often catch a meal for the young, old, and disabled of his pack without request.
With a reputation as the giver, he is frequently tasked with chores and “missions,” but you’ll never hear him complain about it. He is completely, joyfully reliable, and someday those qualities will make him a great leader.
background Too young for one <3 Link to Link's AbstractThe plan is for him to eventually get together with Bee, and they'll be the next alpha pair. Trying to keep the deep Somnus bloodline going! coded by ulla
M I D N A
claimed by @miraiMidna | Tundra x Timber | 3 Months | Future Sentinel maybe |
PUP IMAGE TEEN IMAGE ADULT IMAGE APPEARACE Daughter of two well-proportioned, Northern wolves, Midna is quite large for being the last of her litter. As a pup, she weighs 24 pounds, composed of compact muscle that makes her an agile opponent. She wins every race between her siblings with her long legs, which will someday carry her at 2.5 feet to the shoulder and 5 feet in length, when she will weigh 110 pounds.
A dark personality is wrapped in a dark pelt, even blacker than her father's. Daring and mysterious bright orange hues make her eyes. She might say herself that they're more frightening than Uriel's. personality Midna, a charming little devil, is undoubtedly the most intelligent of her litter, though she is dastardly abusive of her wit. She entertains herself by condescending others, especially her siblings, and always gets away with it.
She can devise fights between her family members and put the blame on somebody else, all the while basking in her superiority as she jeers at her unsuspecting comrades.
Ceaselessly wreaking havoc in her relationships until they disappear, Midna is an unapologetic loner, yet, she still fears repugnance of her family. In truth, she would do anything to protect them, and they her.
If she does subject herself to the simplicities of an amicable relationship, Midna proudly shows her love through unrestricted, brutal honesty. All in good will, she will speak her truth, only once, and never warn again, for she is usually unerring in her intuition.
Frankly, she is lazy, and doesn’t care to give even her most cherished friends an excess breath in aid unless it benefits her in return. Thus, she speaks in short quips, evades attention, and works very little in pack hunts when she prefers to hunt alone.
Predictably, she does not allow emotions to fester. Factual and self-interested, Midna is not well-acquainted with the torment of desire, and likely never will be.
She can become aggressive when experiencing anything of the sort, even pleasant things like affection and dreaded compliments. Her only cure, she supposes, is to stay as far away from others as she can, and if she nears, it should be in low company.
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Post by Salutary Cecil on Mar 19, 2019 15:54:33 GMT -8
Link
L ink had lived two and a half years listening to the constant cynical, condescending, a n n o y i n g voice of his sister Midna and many would think he'd have gotten used to it. They would be wrong. He couldn't seem to escape it, and honestly, the brute rolled his eyes so hard he thought he could see his brain. Having been assigned to check out the borders for the alphas, he couldn't necessarily back out, but this was the fifth time Midna had said something under her breath about how the alphas should do their own work, and the thought kept appearing at the front of his mind to turn on his heel and head the opposite direction. His sister never enjoyed group outings, preferring to be on her own, but they both knew the Alpha's word was law, so he stuck to her side and tried to focus on something else, his golden gaze scanning their surroundings as he smelled the air for any recent activity. None. With a huff and a shake of his head, Link pushed his side into his smaller sister's with enough force to knock her a little off balance, earning him a glare from fall leaf colored eyes. A charming smile found it's way to his maw, and though he knew the look couldn't sway his sister to forgive him, he let it stay anyway. "There's nothin' here, Midna. Waddaya say we head back?" he mused, before turning without waiting for her response. Coming back empty handed seemed wrong, and he assumed his mother had yet to eat, catching a rabbit or two didn't seem like such a bad idea. "Actually," Link thought aloud, "You go on ahead, I think I saw somethin'." The male waited momentarily for his sister to leave, not before casting him a curious look but deciding she didn't care enough to find out what he was doing before heading towards the scents that carried on the wind. It wasn't long before he found his targets, and it wasn't long before he had caught two, quickly ending their lives and getting back to his pack before he was missed. He missed his mother dearly, and hopefully, the meal would be a good surprise for her when he got back. That smile found its way back onto his muzzle, pulling the corners of his maw up behind that rabbits as he made his merry way back. WORD COUNT TAGS WHATEVER
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2019 17:06:10 GMT -8
LINK (1st pick, Teen Post) Link was the type of wolf to push himself to his limits and past that for the sake of others. He had to do anything he possibly could to help and make things right, by the cleanest means possible. He felt he bore a great weight on his shoulders, a responsibility to give his strength to those in need. He felt great compassion for his pack, for anyone, really, and his empathy drove him to make possibly dangerous decisions to save someone else, throwing away any fear and regard for his own safety. This trait could lead him to make a mistake that could not only cost him his own life, but the lives of others, but he was simply more determined to train and make sure that didn't happen. Perhaps it was naive of him to think that way, or stubborn, but that was who he was. He would never be afraid to give up his own life if it was the only thing he could do to save those he cared about. Everyone's lives were more important than his own. He wanted to live a long life, of course, he hated the thought of hurting his family by dying early, and was determined to stay alive as a result, he was simply prepared for a life or death situation. If it was someone's life or his, he would always choose himself. It was some innate sense of duty to those around him, probably inherited from his strong parents. They were role models, he had always looked up to both of them, and held them in a high regard. He loved his sisters just the same, and knew that Zelda's wisdom was far beyond her years. He listened to her as best he could, but while she was content with leaving one to their own devices to help themselves, Link simply had to try to help, even if it was better to let that wolf figure it out themselves with only a small push in the right direction. Midna was fiery and harsh and taught him that the world was unforgiving and he had to face harsh truths he otherwise would want to ignore to see the light in everything. The three were a unit, and their presence promised a turn for the betterment of the pack, whether they all knew it or not. The tall male had become so lost in his thoughts he didn't know he was being spoken to until his ebony sister headbutted his shoulder, almost knocking him off his feet. He had a bad habit of getting lost in his thoughts, and wasn't much of a talker, some wolves having thought he was mute for a while until he decided to speak. It wasn't that he couldn't talk, not at all; he simply chose not to. He just didn't feel like he needed to speak most of the time. He was the one for actions, Zelda was the one for words. He was no diplomat, and he wasn't good with speeches and dialogue. Almost all of his thoughts remained in his head in his own form of respect, wanting to listen, think, then do. There was no time for words in crisis situations--one simply had to act. He reserved his energy for those split-second decisions that could be the difference between saving someone and losing them. He wasn't disrespectful, he spoke when he needed to, but most of the pack understood his way of communication and didn't force him to do more than he wanted. He looked over at his sister apologetically, tuning back into the outside world to hear what she needed to say. It seemed his help was needed. Good, it beat standing here and thinking too much. He nodded in response to Midna's request and ambled off behind her to see what he could do. |
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Post by Merida on Mar 20, 2019 17:00:04 GMT -8
!! I love them! I'm going to apply for all of them since they're all so beautiful, but I'd like only one. <3
the kingdom succumbed to twilight...
...but I am still its princess PUP SAMPLE - 3 MONTHS
Dad had just begun teaching the pups to hunt. Not much small game roamed the territory in the winter but the hares, he said, and while Midna pranced on little rabbits while Link chased the foxes away from her, Zelda mused about the horned sheep heading to the hunting grounds, but muse was all it was. She didn't doubt that Link would foolishly test his strength, even against the musk-oxen grazing the west, but Zelda knew her limits. She knew better.
She half-heartedly wobbled to Link, who had scared a snowy little fox into the treeline so Midna would not be distracted. He seemed quite proud of himself even though he was without a meal.
"Aren't you going to kill it?" Zelda pondered intuitively, though it was certainly a criticism, not a question. But Link didn't know any better than to assume Zelda was but a half-brined damsel.
"Why would I do that?" Link scoffed, only concerned with his act of heroism and not its effectiveness.
"It's just gonna come right back and gobble up our dinner while we sleep! I don't want that," she whimpered so obviously. Link looked shocked, troubled even, and without sparing another second he dashed into the trees in search of the predator. Zelda couldn't help but laugh. Silly boy, she smiled.
"Damn it!"
Zelda's ears perked in disdain towards Midna, who was pacing in frustration after she picked herself up from the snow, a white hare escaping her grasp. Zelda's little ears fell back, and her wise, rosegold eyes were pinched under her furrowing brows. What a foul remark!
"Bad word! Mama, she said a bad word!" Zelda could not possibly describe the look Midna shot her as she arched her neck backwards with demonic-looking eyes. Frightened at what looked like a possessed little she-devil, Zelda ran behind Mother's legs as she came to the rescue; to scold Midna, and, huh? Me?
Mother gently shamed Zelda for being a telltale, saying something along the lines of, "Nobody likes a tattletale. We have to learn from our own mistakes," and though Zelda teared, devastated that she could have done something wrong to disappoint her mother, she was moved by her words, and would heed them forever.
ADULT SAMPLE - 3 YEARS
Mother?
Her voice echoed through Zelda's head as illuminating rays from a deep, red sun projected into the den. It was winter again, the only time of year Zelda objected to sleeping in the clearing, but she made sure to see the stars outside the den from where she lay each night. Her jazzy eyes slowly adjusted to the morning's sweet scintillations, though her father had decidedly delayed the process by sticking his enormous head into her space.
"Oh, Good morni-"
"Get up. Out. Hurry." His voice was shaken. Midna's black figure passed in the distance, and for the first time a look of desperation caught Zelda's bewildered gaze. The beta quickly exited the den without a question about it, for she believed she knew what was going about the commons.
The smell gave it away; blood, and sweat, growing nearer every minute. Then the sounds from the west; wolves howling heinously, making it known that they were on their way so their poor victims could have the false hope of a head start. But Zelda was prepared for this. Link had sent Midna and her team of scouts on missions in the west, where they documented the growing settlements of a hostile, relentless group of cannibalistic psychos. Somnus had been on edge for some time, and those who had taken her father's place as adversaries had trained those far too young to ever have to see bloodshed.
Zelda found Link shortly after passing her father; it seemed he was looking for her, too. Two sets of eyes glared with intent, and considerable fear. "Where's Bee?"
"I don't know. She didn't come back to the den last night," he said, nearly in tears, but he was a master at disposing of his own feelings to protect his pack. Zelda sighed in distress; she knew where the alphess was, now.
"We will save her, but we have to get the pups to safety first," she assured her brother. He nodded hesitantly and disappeared to the litter dens; Draco and Aelin's, Violet's and Corvidae's, and Eureka's and El's.
Midna had become one of their best warriors. She had approached Zelda's side in complete silence, and the beta would have thought she was only a shadow if it weren't for her glowing orbs. "The warriors are already heading west. Eureka went with them." Zelda's eyes flashed with surprise. The former alphess hadn't yet fully retired, had she?
"Send the scouts, too. We need every abled body if we're to end this... Including mine," Zelda ordered. Her father had trained her in the matters of war, and in the light of recent events had told her what to do in case Mortiul arrived. In her peripherals she saw him marching to the borders with Draco.
Zelda ran to him, jumped in front of him, stopping both him and Draco from going any further. She barked daringly close to his face, and subtly bared her teeth. "Are you crazy, dad?"
"Born crazy, dying crazy," he scoffed nonchalantly, only making Zelda angrier. Him and Zelda fought for about a minute; Dad, you're too old, you won't make it, she said; Zelda, if I'm going to die, I'm dying to save my family and reunite with your mother, he said. In the end, they couldn't afford the time it took to argue, and knowing her father, Zelda would never be able to change his mind. Her muscles relaxed, her eyes watered, and she nearly jumped into his chest and pressed her head against him until she heard another howl, this time, right at the treeline.
"I love you, dad, and I'm with you," she said before looking up to him with the fierce determination of her mother and the vigor of her father. She turned towards the border and headed into the treeline with her father, her siblings, her mentors, and her friends all at her side, praying it wouldn't be the last time they were together. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2019 5:37:26 GMT -8
 You had to be bold to truly appreciate Midna.
Oh, she knew how so many whispered things behind her back. Little, poisonous things that yearned for release. She knew how they snapped their maws firmly shut as soon as her svelte, raven-cloaked figure sauntered past (deliberately or not was up to one to decide), and stared at her with wide eyes as she smiled at them with her own. It might have been a sweet notion, but Midna's smile wasn't one to giggle or sigh over. Her large, almond orbs, more an autumn leaf's hue than the leaf was itself, had the sort of sparkle that could sent a tiny sliver of cold snaking down your spine.
What is wrong with this little fae? They thought Midna blissfully unaware of the things circulated about her. Sometimes, she privately wished it were so. No one likes hearing snide remarks made about themselves, even if the wolf in question probably made more of them every day than everyone else combined, or even if the wolf was as seemingly stoic and self-sufficient as Midna. Perhaps the question was not what was wrong. It was just about what others couldn't see.
She felt a lot of things. Perhaps not the emotions her sister felt, she thought, watching the silver-furred form of Zelda nearly trip over a root as they padded out of the den into full view of sunshine, where Midna found herself squinting in the sudden light and warmth just the slightest. The rose-gold eyes of Zelda were so pure and sentient, Midna sometimes got irritated simply by looking at her. Zelda might have been the wisest of the bunch, but she was passive and so frustratingly soft. Midna knew her thoughts were anything but soft. She was a force.
Not everyone appreciated Midna. But she sure hoped her siblings and family did. Midna loved and treasured them more than she would have ever dared to admit, and her love-words manifested themselves in sheer, unfiltered honesty and some sarcastic comment or two. Midna knew she was smart - heck, anyone who thought otherwise was either delusional or absolutely stupid - but there were times where she wondered how it would feel like to have her other qualities remarked upon without some sort of scowl as if to scold an erring child.
She pawed at the ground with her toe, watching how the dirt scattered with each impression. She was a lady in silky black and with luscious cantaloupe-hued eyes, detached from the others as usual not only in space, but in minds. Neither Link nor Zelda thought on the same wavelength as she did. For that, Midna couldn't help but experience a pang of resentment. Her mother liked to say Midna was a melting pot full of negative emotions, and she simply had to learn to let it go. That encounter might have ended with a whole ton of eye rolling, but on the contrary she had not forgotten, nor will she ever. When she felt she desired nothing but to rip someone's throat out, she forced in a deep breath, and let it go. Midna was too clever to have her magnificent brain burdened by any trivial grudge of the sort.
"Midna. Don't just stand there and come help." Midna recognised the owner of the voice without having to turn around. Yet she did anyway. How could she not, when every waking and sleeping hour of her life was spent revolving around him? "You'll never catch any prey just standing there. Rabbits don't hunt themselves, no?"
For that, she felt compelled to say something scathing. "Don't worry that pretty head of yours, Link. Fools don't give birth to themselves, either. I suppose you would know that." That was an automatic reflex for Midna. She had a whole arsenal of words that could bring even a grown wolf to tears. Though after spotting the tiniest flash of hurt cross her brother's gaze, she felt slightly guilty. Just a bit. Midna sighed, swinging her elegantly curved muzzle away over her shoulder, at the line of trees that cut the clearing. "I'd be there when I want to, brother. For now, just leave me alone."
"You always want to be alone," Link countered, his sweet, handsome face crinkling into a pensive frown. "Unless it was a pack duty, you would never join us."
Midna struggled with herself for a moment as she considered how to drive him away without striking at her poor brother's delicate feelings anymore. And they said her sister was wonderful with social cues. In all of Midna's brutal honesty, Zelda couldn't take a hint any better than Link did. "You could tempt me to join you by ceasing this pestering."
And Link left. She watched his retreating back for a while. Then with the air of someone who was asserting a great deal of self-control, Midna spun on her heel and stalked towards the bush a short distance away from the others, where she had previously snagged the waft of a rabbit's scent. Already, she had pushed her brother's face out of her mind. The little fae could imagine the rabbit's tiny body wriggling within the leaves for some tasty morsel to eat. Then the look of absolute surprise on its simple face as a she-wolf, debatably more phantom than canine, smiled down upon it with those stunning eyes.
There was suddenly a tingling spot at the back of her neck, as if someone was looking daggers at her. Midna found this to be true as she glanced at the others and met the eyes of her mother. She stopped short of the bush. She blinked. The hairs at the back of her neck began to rise as if charged with electricity. It was one thing to stare unabashedly at others with eyes as frightening as hers were. It was another thing to be on the receiving end, though Midna was truly too unbothered to care deeply.
But this time, her mother's attention disturbed her greatly.
Then Azaelia smiled, and Midna momentarily forgot about whatever angst that was stirring within her belly and holding prisoner of her mind. A mother's love had that sort of effect. And it was here when Midna realised, she hadn't been truly letting go at all.
Such an un-Midna thought repulsed her for a second. Goodness. I'm beginning to sound like Zelda.
It was as if all of her exquisite facial features were working at something awful, and with some sort of difficulty, Midna pulled away from her mother, promptly snapping the connective thread that had bonded them just.
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You fools.
Midna wanted to scream after them. The pair of figures running into the fire to save the others. In that glorious, frightening moment, she saw everything in slow-motion, her eyes tracing their backs as if memorising them down to the last detail.
Her throat felt hoarse even without her utilisation. Midna all of a sudden felt a tremendous weight crashing down upon her shoulders, which the she-wolf would soon realise to be grief afterwards.
Mother. Father. I may not take part in pack hunts all the time, but I sure as hell aren't letting you go in alone!
Her orange orbs, so at home and breathtakingly beautiful in the ravaging firelight, searched for her siblings. There Link and Zelda were. Safe. Their eyes all locked and she discerned a slight nod from Link. Zelda's were glistening with unshed tears but they held hers with a ragged conviction. She only allowed herself to experience a split-second's of relief before her mind fully absorbed and processed the task at hand.
What did anyone know? Call Midna devil-incarnate, then when it came to the crunch, cowered away before her very eyes? Perhaps better that those useless wolves who had bad-mouthed her did so. Her plan would surely fall to shambles if they got their paws all dirty within it. And Midna's plan was intricate, raw, a web of action and contingencies, a product of her genius.
Sentinel Midna of Somnus, their best warrior, arched her neck towards the hazy pair racing towards the fire, previously so stark in definition, now mere smudges against the landscape. A tiny wind picked up and ruffled her ebony fur.
Time to go. 1389 WORDS MIND ABOVE ALL. TEEN, ADULT THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2019 16:38:13 GMT -8
- STAND FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T STAND FOR THEMSELVES -
Though he may most often be found silent himself, Link always finds the early rush and bustle of the pack to be soothing. The sights and sounds of his treasured friends, his family, moving about their day -- light-hearted conversations, laughter, the friendly brushing of a body up against his own in casual greeting. It's something he'll never tire of. He's never understood Midna's desire to isolate herself; the feeling of community is just so... warm, welcoming. He may prefer to sit and listen in silence, but it's always a comfortable silence for him -- ears perked to listen intently to every word, nod along, to offer the occasional encouraging few words. He loves the feeling of it -- how glad it seems to make others to have a listening ear, someone who'll help them with their duties and let them talk along the way.
The younger pups seem to appreciate it the most. Probably because they're most often ignored when they try to excitedly talk. He enjoys reclining with them the most. He loves his pack dearly but, around others, around his siblings, his parents, he can always feel the pressure to achieve and accomplish, to never make a mistake, to never fail in their eyes. Link knows, truly, that they never intend such a thing -- but it's there regardless.
The pups aren't like that. Everything feels far more relaxed around them. All they want to do is play and clamber over his large form. And he's more than content to let them, especially during the lazy afternoons; after he's completed his daily rounds and ensured that no one is in need of assistance.
He hopes to relax in such a way soon, as he steps into the clearing, rabbit hanging from between his jaws -- a gift for one of the elders. She'd told him tales of her youth and stories of wolves from legend, long into the night; and well, in return for the fascinating tales, he'd felt compelled to at least fetch her a little extra something. He pads through the camp, carefully manuevering around his fellow packmates, offering a sheepish smile through the mouthful of rabbit at the eyes that are rested on him. Why do they always look at him? It makes him antsy -- feels as if they're placing pressure on him too.
Link shakes off the feeling. Or at least tries to. It never really fully works, but it's getting better. He steps up, wordlessly, next to the elder, head cocked to the side as he notes that her head is down, eyes closed. Sleeping. Right out in the sun. With a soft, fond look, he lowers the rabbit, nudging it up next to her wordlessly before backing away. She'll find it when she wakes up, he supposes. It would be a nice surprise to wake up to. And he's not all that bothered that she even knows he delievered it to her.
His golden gaze sweeps the landscape before him with a quiet, contemplative hum. He wonders, faintly, where Midna could be. Doesn't she ever get lonely? He makes a mental note to seek her out later, whenever she's gotten to. Just to check she doesn't need anything. He already knows the answer of course. Knows that he'll get some spat retort but -- it's worth the try anyway.
He spots Zelda, then, and is already moving towards her, carefully settling himself down beside her, nudging her shoulder lightly with his muzzle to catch her attention.
"You alright?" He asks -- it's his usual introduction. Check in that she doesn't need anything, that she's been taking care of herself. Concern, friendly and light-hearted, marks his tone. "I haven't checked in on you today, so..." He gives a shrug. "Also, hey, you haven't seen Midna around today, have you? I just want to make sure she's alright too."
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