"I'm sorry-" Were the first words out of his mouth. In all honesty, Saran was shocked that it had been two full days since he last spoke, his daze made time seem to fly by much faster than reality.
But even past that he had made his sister worry..again. It wasn't like he could help his silence...
Hazy? Hazy was an understatement. Ever since that night at the camp, time had truly begun to flow slower in the little Gerudo's mind. Every syllable spoken to him felt a million miles away, every step felt so distant. The last thing Saran could recall was Nessa's Question.
"How did you escape?"...
Nessa’s words “It’s okay” and “You’re safe” were like a heavenly remedy sung down from the gods. It relieved him of his pain, and as she strung her hands through his fizzed hair, he became grounded in where he was and who he was with.
It didn’t take him long to realize that tears were falling...
Saran's nightmare caused him to gently toss while asleep, beads of sweat dotting his head for each unfamiliar and foreboding image that flashed in his mind. As he came to all his memories were hazy, and Saran could still hear that last horrific screech from his dream. His body tensed up tightly...
When Saran opened his eyes, he saw a hazy pattern of metal squares dangling above his head. His senses felt diluted, and a fog wrapped around and clutched his head. the memory of events prior felt like a distant dream. There was something cold and tough wrapping his wrists and ankles together...
Saran was low on the ground, the other Yiga clansman now looming over him at some distance. Taking a deep breath in, Saran waits until the man comes charging at him, dual wielding his sword above his head for a high blow. It comes crashing onto the sand, and Saran jumps to the side quickly, then...
"we need him"
Instinct was his first reaction. There was no reason, nor no time to ask "what? why him? what did they want?" the threat was right in front of them
He took steps back from the guards. They followed his steps, putting their hands upon their thick sharp blades that lay at their...
Saran nodded and the two proceeded to walk through the canyon. The sun was now high risen at mid-day and it cast ominous black shadows across the desert floor from all of the pillars of sandstone piled high. New words from the fabric squares were being illustrated to them as they continued...
“the yiga?”
Saran found himself asking Nessa. He crossed his arms and looked away from nessa’s gaze shifting left and right uncomfortably. I’m not so sure..”
It had been true that the yiga had caused the Gerudo’s an obscene amount of trouble within the past few months, stealing the sacred...
With sandy sheets laying atop himself, a red headed Gerudo boy was fast asleep upon the cold sandstone slab that he had known to call a comfortable bed. His mind and body were at peace after the hard labor of sweeping and cleaning and maintaining Sand Seals just to get by yesterday. He wasn't...
(Left: Nessa Right: Saran)
Name: Saran
Race: Gerudo
Gender: male
Sexuality: Queer/Questioning
Age: 13
Appearance: red fluffy hair with tan skin, and a shorter height compared to most gerudo. He has that of slight muscle definition and build, but, not too much as he has yet to grow into his...
Hi! I've been a writer for 7 years, am 18+, and I really really want to get in to roleplaying online again. The last time I did it It was on miiverse..(I PROMISE I'M A BETTER WRITER SINCE THEN HAHAHAH) but yeah! I do fandoms and I really want to meet new people here!