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     𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘐, 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙤𝙝𝙜𝙖—𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘠𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯,
𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𓁿
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ᅠ ᅠ
ᅠ𝐀 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗛 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃
𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄’𝐒 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧
𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐒 . 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇
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˜”*°•.˜”*°•𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 •°*”˜.•°*”˜

🌙 But look into the lake,
shimmering like smoke

“ Afraid of [TIME] running
Out ✨ . . .

// attempt 2 to stay active ^^,

Help!

// i am back, been fuckin eepy and exhausted as of late. excuse me for my absense

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#𝐋𝐨𝐙𝐑𝐏 || #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏

He's whittling a small figure as he sits in front of his small fire, the shavings fluttering down into it's flames.

"They told me I was too young. They told me I needed more training. I told them to drop dead. ...How ironic."

RP Experience: About 9-10 Years give or take.

New to the character AND the verse.

SFW is preferred as per usual.

#CryptOfTheNecroDancerRP #MVRP #ZeldaRP #LOZRP #RPSky #NintendoRP

-with him.

But now, all he could do is wait for the other to turn or leave before he made an exit...

-nose...

As he did, his other hand made sure he didn't leave anything behind... Before he realized an item was missing.

That dented-pocked, old pocket watch... It was on the ground, having fallen from its chain and currently being approached by the cat. He swore that the mask had to be fucking-

The Sheikah watched the other from the closet, his grip on his weapon loosening a little as he watched the woman and her pet enter the room. He wasn't quite expecting an interaction like this...

Though he kept himself quiet, holding his breath slightly as he took slow, shallow breaths through his-

-large and angry Skulltula on his way here...

"Though that does not explain your presence, mask."

Sheikah seemed unbothered by the danger, closing his eyes once more as the chaotic little diety sat next to him. Trying his best in order to not loose any focus.

"A Sheikah must be calm while surrounded by danger, I am very much aware of my surroundings."

Hell, he was almost spotted by a rather-

-walked after this, his movements were silenced by the spell he had cast. The Sheikah climbed one end of the ruins, silently keeping track of the other as he watched, not entirely hiding, but keeping out of sight by just being above the other...

It could not, though the other's studies of the ruins before them did strike a hint of interest as they watched. The Sheik removed the mask, tucking it away before speaking softly under his breath.

"Charvina, chomhan xuxi."

As he uttered these words, he made a careful motion with his hands. As he-

Existing in Depressed Sheikah

-shape of a Baton...

"-Or you will relinquish it."

-has recovered the sword of the hero in these... unfortunate times."

His voice became clearer as he spoke, but still sounded dry and strained at points...

"You may call me Sheik, and you will either prove yourself as the rightful owner of that blade-"

He drew his own weapon, a long blade in the-

-somewhat unorthodox in their appearance.

No matter, he could not be distracted about this. For now, he must focus on the task at hand.

"Chombreabvit, Lok."

His voice groveled out, having been a long time since he had spoken to anyone.

"Your works have not gone unnoticed, especially as one who-