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Hylian Archer
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10 yrs ago
Time to go on a horror movie binge.
10 yrs ago
Seems like I need to replace my phone. I never know how much not being able to check the time bothered me until I started walking around the school campus without my phone.
10 yrs ago
So today my phone fell in water. It was there for no more than two seconds tops, but it's going haywire. Time to see if the old rice trick works.
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11 yrs ago
The semester is almost over!
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11 yrs ago
I'm slowly working on getting replies up. Just be patient with me, please. =)
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Just so my rp partners know, I'm in Central Time.
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I've finally awakened from the sleep of the dead. How goes your day?
Lydia would be lying if she said that Ragna himself suggesting they save the girl from the demons didn't take her by surprise. Not many demons, or even half-demons,ever showed as much kindness or mercy as Ragna had shown today. She realized she may have to reevaluate her thoughts of him. Yet at the same time Lydia did not completely believe what she was seeing. Every single word and action from Ragna so far that day could have just been a elaborate facade. Regardless of whether she believed in the half-demon's kindness, they would at least save the girl.
She hid herself in the shadows as she waited for the signal from Ragna. Her eyes had no trouble seeing in the dark and so she was able to trace his every movements. She could see his eyes burning like pin-pricks of fire, almost appearing to leave trails. Soon he was upon the pack of demons and had dispatched a majority of them. The last two had been left for her. They fell moments after Ragna had killed the others, each demon with an arrow through his skull. Lowering her bow Lydia stepped out of the shadow and into the light of the campfire. "A weak pack, it would seem," she observed to Ragna. Turning to the girl she knelt down to undo the chain on her neck. "Are you alright?" Lydia asked her as she tossed away the chain. The girl only trembled, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes. Pulling a waterskin from her belt Lydia gave it to the girl so she could drink some before using more of it to clean the girl's wounds. She applied the same ointment as she had used on Ragna earlier, then spoke the healing incantation. When that was done Lydia pressed two fingers to the girl's forehead and mumbled some words in the elvish tongue. The girl slumped sideways and Lydia caught her and gently lowered her to the ground, taking off her own cloak and folding it up to give the girl a pillow.
"I thought it would be best if she got some sleep," Lydia said, finding another cloak to draw over the girl. "I made it so she wouldn't dream. We should get rid of the bodies--both human and demon. No need to have them lying around attracting wolves and other predators. And given that there's already a campfire going we can probably just stop here for the night."
She hid herself in the shadows as she waited for the signal from Ragna. Her eyes had no trouble seeing in the dark and so she was able to trace his every movements. She could see his eyes burning like pin-pricks of fire, almost appearing to leave trails. Soon he was upon the pack of demons and had dispatched a majority of them. The last two had been left for her. They fell moments after Ragna had killed the others, each demon with an arrow through his skull. Lowering her bow Lydia stepped out of the shadow and into the light of the campfire. "A weak pack, it would seem," she observed to Ragna. Turning to the girl she knelt down to undo the chain on her neck. "Are you alright?" Lydia asked her as she tossed away the chain. The girl only trembled, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes. Pulling a waterskin from her belt Lydia gave it to the girl so she could drink some before using more of it to clean the girl's wounds. She applied the same ointment as she had used on Ragna earlier, then spoke the healing incantation. When that was done Lydia pressed two fingers to the girl's forehead and mumbled some words in the elvish tongue. The girl slumped sideways and Lydia caught her and gently lowered her to the ground, taking off her own cloak and folding it up to give the girl a pillow.
"I thought it would be best if she got some sleep," Lydia said, finding another cloak to draw over the girl. "I made it so she wouldn't dream. We should get rid of the bodies--both human and demon. No need to have them lying around attracting wolves and other predators. And given that there's already a campfire going we can probably just stop here for the night."
I've finally returned home!
That would be nice. I'll be a little busy tomorrow, but not with work. I'll be attending a movie with some friends.
That's alright. Just be warned I have work myself in four hours and I won't be home until late at night again.
Sorry if it's a little short. I didn't want to be rambling on about nothing.
Lydia couldn't say that she wasn't surprised at the ruthlessness of Ragnarok's family. Demons were notorious for being ruthless, even to their own kind at times. However, Lydia knew enough to know that the treatment of Ragna and his mother was terrible even by demon standards and was on par with how the elves treated half-breeds. In that aspect their two races could be very much alike. What did surprise Lydia was Ragna's willingness to share this information unbidden, the relative gentleness he exuded when he pat her shoulder, the empathy he exhibited. She watched him carefully as he slipped past her and began to see him in a different light. That wasn't to say that she trusted him--she still didn't know why demons had summoned her and if she would ever make it back to Termina alive--but the at least felt that they may be able to tolerate each other more.
Shoulders slumping, her anger seeming to fade away, Lydia took a deep breath and let it out to further relieve herself--and to prepare her for what she was about to say. "Thanks, Ragna," she said simply as she followed behind him. He didn't know if he would accept her thanks for even acknowledge it, but Lydia had at least needed to say it. After all, he had thanked her for healing a wound that she had caused. They might not like each other, but being able to tolerate each other and work together would be necessary in their long journey if neither of them was to kill the other.
Shoulders slumping, her anger seeming to fade away, Lydia took a deep breath and let it out to further relieve herself--and to prepare her for what she was about to say. "Thanks, Ragna," she said simply as she followed behind him. He didn't know if he would accept her thanks for even acknowledge it, but Lydia had at least needed to say it. After all, he had thanked her for healing a wound that she had caused. They might not like each other, but being able to tolerate each other and work together would be necessary in their long journey if neither of them was to kill the other.
Indeed. But now comes morning and I have some time before I have to do it again.
'Tis fine. I had work myself today.
After Ragnarok gave his name they fell back into silence. Feeling that they were safe for the moment Lydianna returned her sword to the sheath that hung at her side. It was quiet for so long that she was able to enjoy the peace of the forest, though she did keep an ear out for anyone trying to sneak up for him. Eventually the silence was broken, but it was simply Ragnarok informing her of his plan for their journey. She felt it was a good one until she heard mention of the elves. She was still a bit bitter about being turned away, and Ragna's mention of their hatred for half-breeds only stirred her anger further. It was true. The elves hated half-breeds almost as much as they hated demons. Elves were so focused on purity in all aspects that they even extended that favoritism to the very blood that ran through a person's veins. It did not matter what manner of being you were--elf, human, or dwarf for example--so long as you were fully that type of being the elves had no quarrel with you. But if you were a cross-breed of any sort? Then they treated you as if you were nothing more than the dirt beneath their feet. Less than that, even, since elves worshiped the earth. Even Lydianna's own father had left when he found that he had gotten her mother pregnant. He had loved her mother because she was a pure human, but to have a child that was a mix of two races... In her father's eyes Lydianna was an abomination.
She was shaking with rage as she recalled her worthless father, the man who had abandoned her and her mother, leaving her mother to give birth alone and then die of heartbreak only a few years later. She clenched her teeth, balled her fists, remembering the scorn and disgust in the eyes of the elves when she had gone to offer them help, only to be turned away because she was a half-breed and therefore worthless. No, indeed she did not want to venture into elf territory.
"Let your family not meet us so that I may not have to meet mine," Lydia hissed angrily. She began to walk faster, picking up her pace to try to relieve even an iota of frustration she felt. She hoped that Ragna would keep silent for a time so that she could try to cool her head, but if need be she was ready to take his mockery.
She was shaking with rage as she recalled her worthless father, the man who had abandoned her and her mother, leaving her mother to give birth alone and then die of heartbreak only a few years later. She clenched her teeth, balled her fists, remembering the scorn and disgust in the eyes of the elves when she had gone to offer them help, only to be turned away because she was a half-breed and therefore worthless. No, indeed she did not want to venture into elf territory.
"Let your family not meet us so that I may not have to meet mine," Lydia hissed angrily. She began to walk faster, picking up her pace to try to relieve even an iota of frustration she felt. She hoped that Ragna would keep silent for a time so that she could try to cool her head, but if need be she was ready to take his mockery.
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