Sinking Sickness: Chapter 10.The Hunt.
The night was progressing slowly; far too slowly for Link’s taste. The sun had gone down well over two hours ago and they had to wait until well after moonrise until they set out on the hunt. That didn’t mean he had to stay put in one place so, after some time prowling the caves and getting better acquainted with those he shared it with, he decided he needed a walk outside to settle his nerves.
The trip down the rocks was a bit trickier than the climb up but he’d pull it off without incident and he’d soon emerge from behind the falls to the forest beyond. He’d draw a deep breath and was instantly soothed by the familiar air of pines, flowers, and rich earthy aromas that rode the warm night wind. This breeze could be a good thing for them; it gave them the opportunity to stalk their prey from downwind so that they couldn’t be detected easily. If they truly were to take on a predator it would be wise to use suck tactics. Link still wasn
Sinking Sickness: Chapter 9.Waterfalls and daydreams.
The sound of gushing water was deafening and the torrent of frothy liquid streamed down the cliff face at a humbling rate. The churning white-water held Link’s gaze as if in a trance, his reddened stare lost to the movement of the falls almost entirely. Around him the rest of the group was slowing down, stretching their lean bodies and yawning as they relaxed and prepared for the coming dawn. For the normal world it would mean rising and going along with daily business but, surely, for them it would mean time for sleep and rest. As Link would hang back a bit, Veshte would join him and quietly settled down near him with a great yawn. Link would glance to the other man, but movement out of the corner of his eye would have him looking back to the falls as little moving figures starting to emerge at the base from behind the frothy curtain.
Darus was already nearly there and, like wolves, the Infected that had just emerged from behind the falls would gree
Sinking Sickness: Chapter 8.New Alliance.
It didn’t take Link long to realize just how primitive these fellow infected were. Some of the more animalistic types donned no clothing though still had a humanoid build. As for those that did still look more human they did have sense enough to wear some sort of covering which, being so human himself, he was happy for. Many of the more beastly folk were either covered in rich off-white fur or patches of it that did well enough at hiding the most private of regions on a male or female. However in females when it came to the chest area it was quite reversed. Many women still had the human structure of breasts and those that had so decided to discard all their clothing were left blatantly exposed. This was something new, surely, and such a raw display of a woman had Link feeling a bit awkward to say the least. It was one thing to shift forms and run around in fur; it was another thing entirely to have half naked women walking so calmly along beside him.
They all m
Sinking Sickness: Chapter 7.Exile.
After a few delectable nights of feasting on the goat’s remains it was inevitable that the food source was bound to run out. Having picked it clean of the good stuff, Link figured he’d have to find some other alternate source of food and fast. He’d already tried to eat berries and other edible plant life but the texture alone was nearly enough to cause him to gag in response let alone the appalling flavor. He knew he could choke down as much as he needed to in order to keep the hunger pains a bay but he knew deep down that he’d need meat again. Very soon.
By now he had a personal schedule that he had developed and was quite accustomed to. Sleep all day; search around and in Ordon at night for any clues that may guide him along towards a cure. At first, he felt hopeful that traces of that feline beast or possible kin could be found. Try as he might, however, it was impossible to locate the dead animal much less a trail it may have left behind befor
Sinking Sickness: Chapter 6.New Predator.
The steady sound of water falling was calming to Link’s clouded mind and at first it made him almost drift back off into blissful slumber. He felt tired, very tired, and his head hurt. Yes staying asleep sounded very nice indeed. However just as Link was about to drift back into his dreams a sudden image would push into his thoughts and startle him back to awareness. Ilia’s terrified face and the dim echo of her scream in his memory had him jolting upright; his heart racing as an inhuman growl of discomfort left him. The sound was familiar and, at the same time, unwelcomed. He wasn’t a wolf anymore as he had been during his prior travels and he shouldn’t be able to make that noise right now.
Grunting, he’d ease the rest of the way to his feet, turning towards where the water beat out its hypnotic rhythm. There were various small pools of clear water, some every now and again disrupted by a sing
Sinking Sinkness: Chapter 5.Decadence.
This was insane, yes? He was getting completely worked up just because he’d been licking a dead chicken’s blood from his fingers only moments ago. But Link still couldn’t let it go as just an oddity or perhaps a mistake, no. His mind was fighting with him to see reason and urging him to realize just what this could possibly mean. However, Link’s other half wanted nothing to do with such an idea of being corrupted. He’d had enough of that the passed month. He didn’t want to face anything right now except a nice, warm bed.
Link was nearing the opening that permitted entrance to where his house stood, soon leaving the major part of the forest behind before passing onto official Ordon village soil. But his dark thoughts would only turn blacker as he saw the massive scorch in the earth where his house had once stood. Nothing was left but the burnt foliage that was struggling to heal near where the house itself had once been. So they had
Written OCT Audition: VylThis was not the ideal place to be, plain and simple. The very wood of the trees seemed to creak with ominous energy; spindly twigs and branches animated by the breeze like the skeletal fingers of hellish monsters lying in wait. The wind held a chill that had nothing to do with the time of day or the current climate. Of course that didn’t mean that the night wasn’t doing its job in making this place all the more eerie, oh no, and while many sensible people would have thought twice about walking alone on this dark path it would appear Vyl wasn’t concerned at all. Matter of fact the term ‘sensible’ likely wouldn’t even apply here, not with the current melody that slipped his lips as he strode along as if on a civil street.
Shadows…they really were something a lot of people were afraid of, weren’t they? Vyl would casually glance up towards the surrounding trees, nameless horrors manifesting unseen in the shadows and imaginary shrieks rippin
Sinking Sickness: Chapter 4.Blood.
Just as promised, Link had left Ordon. It was in his favor how it was summer in full swing, leaving the days warm while the overall mood of the wilderness was upbeat and lively. And the flow of nature's balance was infectious. Despite the fact he'd been forced away from his village due to the possibility of being tainted, there was a broad smile upon his features. He'd done it. He'd found the cure and everything was going to go back to normal. No more worry about that damned virus.
However, the sky and sun and trees suddenly all vanished, leaving Link in a black void where he stood dumbstruck. Turning, he glimpsed Urik out of the corner of his eye, but something dashing in front of him made him face front once more. It was none other than the feline that Link had seen the very first day the virus had even been mentioned, and it still had an ugly, bleeding wound in its side.
Where are you going, Link?
"Back home. I am not sick and I made a promise."