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A traveler's life was a strange one. Dangerous? Yes. Thrilling? Of course! In a land like Hyrule one never knew what would be encountered at the next bend. It was best to avoid central Hyrule if at all possible with the Calamity so close. Sometimes though it was best to gird yourself and gallop through as quickly as your horse's hooves could fly. The Rito were a lucky lot, they could fly over any danger. Kira envied them and their wings. She had roots once and could have stayed. There was nothing for her in Kakariko. Family of course, so she couldn't say nothing. Yet there was so much more, so much to see and explore. She couldn't imagine just staying, being a farmer, preparing for potential Yiga or the minions of the calamity attacks. It was many years ago she had bid farewell to that life and took to the open road. And what a road it had been.
Boko, her faithful steed, bore her comfortably south from Akkla. His coat a deep black, mane and tail glinted silver in the light. A sturdy stallion with feather around his hooves. He had not been the first horse she had tamed but he was the best. Brave, steadfast, quick, agile even if a little blockheaded at times. Sometimes Kira was certain his bravery was more stupidity than anything else. He plodded along the path towards Lanayru, a portion of Hyrule she had spent woefully little time in. The Rito were cool at first but warmed up quickly, some of their finest warriors had taught her archery once they settled to her presence. The Gerudo were surprisingly welcoming, then again they appreciated a woman warrior. By the Goddess they were tall and fierce. Compared to them she was a kitten. The Goron she spent only a little time with. Genial and welcoming they had been but buying fireproof elixer all the time grew expensive and it hadn't been the best for her skin. Hylians, of course, were abundant and she looked enough like them that they held nothing against her even if she wore her traditional armor. The Zora, however, were another matter entirely. She didn't know why but they were a xenophobic lot. Only once did she pass close to their domain and was quickly chased off. She didn't bother trying to return.
Honestly she didn't plan on getting near their territory as she traveled south. Too many years gone it was time to pay a visit to her home. It would be a long trek, skirting far west around Zora's Domain, through the Lanaryru Wetlands and towards home. Yet she was curious about the Zora lands. On a potentially foolish whim she deviated from the roads and headed due south towards the mountainous plateaus that surrounded Zora's Domain. It was the safest way to see one of the few places she hadn't been able to go or chose to go. She hadn't bothered with the tundra, heat was bad but Kira hated the cold. A decent climber she figured a small detour couldn't hurt. Climb up to the plateaus, see what she liked, then retrieve Boko again and head home.
Close to midday she hopped off Boko at the base of the montains and began her climb. It was strangely freeing to climb. Dangerous but she loved to feel the blood pump through her veins, how her muscles burned as she climbed higher and higher. A short point of rest then further. The traditional Sheikah armor was close fitting and left little to the imagination. It hugged her taut, lean arms and legs, accentuating her soft curves. Not as muscled as the Gerudo but far more ample than the average Hylian woman. Her silvery hair was caught up into a braid, wrapped and pinned to the back of her head. No bangs, all of her hair caught up. Bangs made a fight more difficult. Vibrant purple eyes were set in a fine, pixie-like face. Half of it obscured by a blue mask, covering her from nose to neck. The clothes allowed her to move quietly, to hunt in stealth and avoid detection. When she wanted to of course. Kira was no stranger to a fight and loved to throw herself into a battle. The soft, split toes of her shoes helped her cling to the mountainside as she climbed. As any good warrior she kept her weapons on her. An Eightfold Blade sheathed at her hip, a Falcon Bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back. No shield, it was not the way of her people. If you were not fast enough to evade an attack you were fast enough to die.
By the time she finally made it to the top it was afternoon. She was sweaty, tired, her limbs were sore but she felt alive. The air crisp and just a little chill. As with most of the land it was beautiful. She followed the flat paths further and further up. The highest vantage point would be best. While she didn't imagine there would be much of a threat so far up she kept a wary eye out. Chuchus could spring up almost anywhere. She passed by a rock and her feet skittered to a halt, her purple eyes shooting wide. A Red-maned Lynel stared at her, its expression just as surprised as her own. The pair stared one another down. While Kira was not opposed to a challenge she had only tangled with a Lynel once before. The pelt of the last one fetched a fine price but it had taken her weeks to heal up and get back to her travels. The Lynel moved and she knocked an arrow. It charged and she fired, diving and rolling out of the way just barely avoiding the massive weapons in it hands. Their dance when on and on. She shot but the arrows didn't sink deep enough. A decent archer she was no where near the expert of a Rito. One good shot to its eye and she should be able to down it. Before she could land the perfect shot she was out of arrows.
The Lynel charged again and again. Kira ducked and dodged, rolling out of the way but unable to land a solid hit on the brute. It was furious, it was ferocious and it hadn't just climbed up a mountain. Kira panted as she waited for another charge, arms shaking. Her blade was light and sharp but she was starting to struggle to hold it. It charged one again, this time Kira ran right at it. She slid beneath the beast and struck its belly. A good slice but not lethal enough. She just barely managed to roll out of the way before hooves came crashing down to stomp her to death. Scrambling back up the beast landed a solid kick right to her shoulder. Kira yelped in surprise and pain as she was sent skittering and rolling across the ground. She struggled to her feet, managing to keep hold of her sword. It might very well be the day she died. She hoped someone would find Boko and take care of him.
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Zora's Domain had always belonged to the Zora. True, though tourism was common and visitors were tolerated and sometimes appreciated, the Zora people kept their distance from outsiders to the point of being Xenophobic. They had no hatred for the Gorons, Gerudo and Rito people, but when it came to the Hylians they were bitter and unwelcoming. Many, many years ago their favoured princess had been killed, sacrificed in vain for a lost cause while her two Hylian comrades pussyfooted about like dead weight. The Hylian princess had failed in her duty, and her chosen knight had failed to protect Mipha, or any other champion for that matter. There were doubters and compassionate soothsayers who argued for reason; some even brought up those old rumors about Mipha having feelings for that Hylian champion, but that ultimately made the grief and anger worse for those left behind after the Calamity.
Very little of that mattered to Piran. He was a tall, well-built Zora male with well-defined muscles, gleaming red eyes, dreadlocked, anenome-like tendrils for his head instead of the usual dolphin fin and a dark orange and grey colour scheme about him, and yet in a crowd with others of his kind he didn't stand out because of it. So many of his kind were fit and spry, after all. However, Piran's bulky, broad shoulders, sturdy, thick arms and powerful legs were above and beyond the typical fare of his race. Whereas so many others of his race favoured spears and halberds for reach, Piran perfered to fight with what the spirits above gave him- his limbs were swift and deadly enough on their own, and if he met a foe who couldn't be bested with blunt, heavy-handed strikes and kicks, he could always rely on his claws, teeth or a razor-sharp dagger of his own making. Though he was arrogant and overconfident in his martial arts abilities, Piran wasn't an idiot. Despite his size and stature, he made a point of picking off foes from afar with a sturdy bow.
Today was the day he would finally prove himself to the King and Prince of Zora's Domain. His race needed a new champion, a new, skilled master combatant in case Calamity Ganon seeped out from that husk of a Hylian Castle and drifted over to the land of the Zoras. Piran loaded himself up with arrows, honed his wicked dagger and set off to Ploymus Mountain to defeat that cheeky Lynel that had set up shop there. Piran was going to do it alone- anyone else would get in the way or royally fuck up. Alas, someone was getting in the way of his glory that day, something he noticed as clear as day when he heard the ferocious grunting and clanging of steel as he reached the summit of Ploymus Mountain. A good silver lining would have been knowing that another Zora was fighting this Lynel, but instead, as Piran rushed into the wet fields of this mountaintop arena, he was treated to a disgusting, humiliating sight.
AHylian was fighting the Lynel. Sure, it was a Sheikah, but to Piran he only saw a bloody Hylian ruining his accomplishment in the making. He was tempted to let this curvy, silver-haired lass meet her end at this Lynel's blade, but in the end he relented. Piran, despite his abrasive personality, was no murderer by inaction. He nocked a few arrows onto his bow and, when the Lynel had its back turned as if to finish off the Hylian struggling before it like a mouse before a cat, Piran let his presence fly. Two arrows, no matter how well-crafted they were, were not going to penetrate the back of the Lynel's head- but it would surely piss it off and distract it!
"Get up," Piran barked to the Hylian. He stood there near a boulder a dozen or so meters away from the Lynel with his legs primed for dodging, leaping and scurrying away. "Get up and get out of here before you get yourself killed!"
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Just before the Lynel reared for a charge, the final blow, it howled in surprise and just a little pain as sharp arrows glanced off the back of his skull. Both Kira and the Lynel looked around for the source when Piran barked his orders at her. Managing to find her feet Kira stared at the sight. Not only had the Goddess sent help...but a Zora. She didn't know what surprised her more. Deliverance from certain death or to see a real, live Zora there. The Lynel had no such thoughts.In the most basic of senses it knew the recent pain had come from the barking creature. Its sights turned on it instead.
Fury boiled in the Lynel's belly. It let out a long, challenging roar. Rather than charge a fire gathered in its belly, fueled by its rage at having another opponent. A gout of flame rushed at the Zora. Two more gout in quick succession, following wherever the Zora tried to run. It didn't hear the attack coming from the rear. With another present Kira felt herself renewed, just a little. Her right shoulder screamed in protest but she didn't run. With the Lynel distracted she ran up behind it. Just like wild horses. With an easy leap she hopped to its back. "Sheikahs don't run!" She yelled as she wound her hand into the Lynel's mane to hang on. The Lynel panicked. What was on it?! The other prey? Just like a wild horse it began bucking furiously. Kira clung on with her left hand while she tried to strike it with her right. Her movements were weakened, slowed by the screeching pain in her shoulder.
"Shoot it! Hit it! Something!" Kira shouted from its back as she held on, cutting its right arm and shoulder. Pain for pain. Though as the beast bucked furious it was moving dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. Neither the Sheikah woman nor the Lynel realized how close they were getting
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Fire wasn't much of a problem to an aquatic creature like a Zora, but no matter how ineffective it might be, a flaming fireball was still incredibly dangerous, especially when hurled at a high velocity. Piran managed to get off a couple more shots, one missing and the other glancing off the Lynel's horns, before he ducked out of the way of the advancing fireball. He cursed, as he had leaped away from the boulder and by extension his sanctuary, and scuttled back to take cover before the second fireball took off his head. The third one impacted upon the boulder he took as cover, and the force of the strike was enough to send an uncomfortable ripple down Piran's spine. Perhaps he had bitten off a bit too much than what he could chew?
If that thought had crossed the Sheikah's mind, Piran couldn't tell. In fact, as he heard her battle cry he realized that she wasn't about to back down. It was as if she was trying to show him up! The nerve of a Hylian to repay his gracious assistance by throwing her life away so carelessly! The orange Zora dashed out from cover, nocked another set of arrows and advanced upon the writhing Lynel for a closer, more acurate shot. He wasn't going to be responsible for this Sheikah's death if he missed.
"You reckless little..." Piran pulled back the string of his bow and let it sing- two more arrows whirled through the air on a colision course with the Lynel's upper body, all from close range! Why, if the Lynel so wished, it could have knocked the Shiekah off and taken a fatal swipe at the Zora with its massive hand! "Dismount! Dismount!" Piran barked again.
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The Lynel howled as two bites stung its chest. The arrows struck true. Blood seeped from the wounds but apparently it wasn't entirely enough to kill the beast just yet. Its bucking slowed and it stumbled. Kira heard the Zora shout for her to dismount. Why would she want that? The beast was nearly...The Lynel lurched suddenly. One hoof struck the edge of the cliff. In it's stumbling attempts to regain footing it reached out for anything. A massive, clawed lunged forward for the Zora. It's fingers latching onto the fins of the Zora's arm. That lunging, lurching sent Kira stumbling forward, her left hand still clinging to the Lynel's mane. She swung around and slammed into the Lynel's chest as it scrambled to stay on the cliff. Trouble was, horse-like hooves were not meant for climbing.
Kira released the blood red mane only to have a leg trapped in the Lynel's armpit. Gravity was no one's friend that day. The two, smaller combatants were helpless as the massive beast gave way and tumbled down the cliff. The group of three. Down and down. Surging, swirling water of the east reservoir reached up to greet them. Of all of them the Zora could make it, being a creature of the water. Though such a drop, unless a proper dive executed, would smack the body nearly senseless. The Lynel still grasping the Zora's fin wouldn't help matters. Kira's heart hammered in the few moments that seemed to take an eternity. Swimming wasn't what she would call a strength.
With a might, bone jarring crash the group hit the water. Rushing currents, hungry white caps surged around them as they hit. The Lynel sank fast, kicking furiously as it tried to get to the surface. Luckily it released the Zora's fin, on its own or through fighting it didn't matter. Kira kicked and struggled her way to the surface, barely breeching water before being knocked under by the rapids. They were all being pulled towards the dam and the spill waters. The Lynel thrashing near the smaller beings didn't help with keeping anyone on the surface. It seemed every time Kira managed to break and suck in air she was pulled under again wether from the Lynel or the cruel waves. She groped and reached for absolutely anything to keep afloat.
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Getting grabbed by the fins-the fins of all things- was such a cheap move, but Piran wasn't about to debate it with a Lynel. As he was dragged further and further towards the edge of the cliff with Kira and the Lynel, Piran did what he could to avoid getting forced into a watery grave. He struck at the fingers holding his fin to the point where he had to drop his bow just to make a good enough effort. Sure, he felt naked without his bow, but it was better to be alive than to be found dead with it clutched tight in his hands.
"Oh we are so screwed," the Zora managed to growl out before he toppled over with the rest of them.
The next few moments were a blur for Piran. True, a Zora hitting the water at such a height wouldn't have been an issue, but with one arm disabled by the Lynel and a poor angle achieved because of it, Piran smacked into the great blue waters and saw stars. The only reason he wasn't dead was thanks to the Lynel breaking the surface of the water a quarter-second before him. Listless, Piran drifted about in the churning, dastardly waters like a corpse before his senses came back to him. His limbs felt numb and his whole body pulsed with pain, and yet he couldn't let that stop him now. His ruby red eyes scanned for the struggling Lynel and caught sight of the woman.
With all the speed and skill provided to him as a Zora, Piran flew through the water on a collision course with Kira. He could only imagine the look on his face- terrified, pained, out of his element- as he reached out in an attempt to bring this woman up and out of the Lynel's grip.
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Kira kicked and floundered as she tried to keep herself above water. With the surging foam and the Lynel's thrashing she was lucky to get a second before being dragged back down. Her lungs burned, her right shoulder howled in pain, silvery tresses had become unbound and only served to obscure her vision. This was not how a Sheikah should die. Every movement was agony and soon it felt like ever limb was a heavy and solid as a Talus, weighing her down. Maybe it would be best to take a big breath of water and let it be over with. Just as she considered stopping her fight an orange and grey blur caught her eye.
It was only seconds but they seemed to take years. Kira kicked hard to stay above the water as her eyes met with the Zora. He looked like she felt. Frightened, in agony. Both of them battered and bruised from their encounter. He was charging through the water right at her. She lost sight of him as the water yanked her once more but she felt flesh and muscle. His hand found hers and she found herself yanked up out of the water with ease. Her head at least. She was quick to reach out with her other arm and hold to his shoulder. Normally far too close for comfort with anyone but the Zora floated and floating meant not drowning. Kira panted for air, coughing between each heaving breath. She pulled her mask down for a freer flow of air. Her face was finely boned, round with a neat little nose. Not the best of times to decide how pretty a face might be.
"Thanks," she managed with a wheeze. Despite the danger of the situation she was acutely aware of how close they were. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she held onto him. Never mind that, there were more things to worry about. Both of them were injured and spent. The Lynel was thrashing nearby but was drifting faster with the current towards the dam spill point. It howled and raged, Lynels were not meant to swim. Though as it thrashed it caught sight of silver and orange. Mad, red eyes swiveled around. No matter the danger it was in its fury won over fear. It struggled against the current. It would kill even if it died. Just as the group of three were reaching the spillway the Lynel reached for its targets with a vicious snarl.
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Yep, this one had to be a Sheikah. Were they technically Hylians but with curvier frames and enhanced agility? Piran really had no clue; he had glossed over Hyrulean History and Biology as a child. The orange and grey Zora hissed in alarm- or perhaps it was discomfort- when he felt how close this woman and, by extension, the Lynel was to him. This really, really wasn't the best time to plot out the features of another person's face or get a feel for their curves when a Lynel was still a very real, tangible threat.
"Hold on tight," Piran ordered as fear and disgust mixed in his tone. He wasn't sure if the Lynel still had a hold on the woman somehow, but with the spillway coming up quick he wasn't about to dive back down and check for sure. "I'm gonna try and-"
In hindsight, with a Lynel trashing in the waters and reaching out for something to drag down with it into a watery grave and the raging, churning current swelling over the spillway nearby, not even the best Zora swimmer was going to get out of this one. Piran was too close to the edge. There was no debating it here. The Zora just hoped that this woman would hold on tight, lest the massive drop would kill them both...
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Hold on tight. For a change Kira was quick to obey. Disregarding the awkward position she pulled herself closer to the Zora, releasing his hand to wrap her other arm around his neck. Her strong, slender legs wrapped around his waist. Like a vine clinging to a tree she held on tightly, allowing him full use of his arms and legs. She forced herself to ignored the strong, rippling muscle his body was made up of, how lean and hard every surface was. Her breasts fully pressed into his chest, the core of her body at his navel. She tucked her face into the ball of his shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut. If she had her way she would never go into water any deeper than her hips from that moment on.
The Lynel went first, howling as it was flung out into the open air. However possible Kira's muscles tightened further around the Zora as they were sent out of the spill way. Back into the open air. Being lighter than the Lynel the pair were thrown further. Lucky for them. The Lynel tumbled down the side. With a sickening crunch it landed on heap of rock and boulder at the base of the dam. Piran and Kira would be flung further, missing the rocks by a scant few feet. The water was only slightly more forgiving. Another bone-jarring crash into swirling waters. The vortex of water slamming down into the river forced them both under. Kira held her breath as tightly as she held Piran. The water tumbled and raged, quickly forcing them downriver.
She gasped when finally they were able to get air. The rapids were faster in the river but slowly they subdued to a quick stream then a gentle glide. Kira finally stopped grasping the Zora so tightly and moved so he was freer to swim. They had been swept far, all the way to the Lanaryu Wetlands. It was miles back to his home, even further for her to retrieve Boko. Yet they could worry about that. First was to be grateful to be alive. "I'm never swimming again," Kira mumbled once they were safe.
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If there was a silver lining in all this crazy action, it would be that the Lynel was dead and gone. But that only begged for looting and obtaining its head as a trophy, both things Piran couldn't do as he was being hurled downriver with some Sheikah held tight against his body. If he weren't still in danger, the Zora would have blushed a deep scarlet at how tight this woman was against him, and at how soft her body felt. A tinge of lust crept through his mind, but only for a moment before he was forced to concentrate on where the river wanted them to go. He could go back to that giant corpse when all this was over with, however long this was going to be!
It seemed like hours before the two of them reached the Lanaryu Wetlands or, more specifically, Mercay Island just past a Lizalfos encampment. Piran didn't want to have to come back to the area and face those wretched reptilian beasts, but the sores in his body coupled with the damage to his fins forced his hand. He took Kira under the various bridges and platforms until the coast was clear, and from there he waded towards the island and the sandy, grassy bank. Drenched and fatigued, the orange and grey Zora trudged out of the water and, when he was on stable, dry ground, he pulled Kira off from him with all the grace and care of a wild horse bucking off a Hylian tamer.
Once Kira found herself with her ass in the sand, she would then get a sharp finger jabbed in front of her face from the Zora. At a distance, it was clear that he was a close-range fighter, but now that he was so close there were more details to make out. Besides the ruby red eyes, anenome-like tendrils dangling from the back of his head and razor-sharp teeth, there were bits and pieces of improvised armor attached to his body at certain places. Vambraces comprised of silver and leather adorned his forearms, shinguards protected his shins and a leather harness had been fashioned for his arrows and bow, though the simple nature of this setup had been undone by the churning of the rapids to the point where the broken leather was dangling from his hips. Finally, there was a traditional, finely-crafted silver headpiece to protect Piran's frontal lobe. Further protection would have been superfluous given the rippling, sturdy muscle layered throughout Piran's body like living armor.
"You're damned lucky I found you," Piran grumbled as he lowered himself into a squat to get eye-level with Kira. He winced- he had sustained a few wounds here and there, but nothing serious. "That Lynel was my quarry. It was to be killed by me, not some-" He glanced down at Kira's outfit for a split-second. "...large-breasted exhibitionist with a death-wish!"
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Finally safe in shallow, mucky water and then glorious dry land. In strange, sudden calm, Kira had forgotten to release the Zora. Clearly uninterested in having someone still clinging onto him he pushed and bucked suddenly. Kira's limbs released and she dropped with a wet thud onto the sandy shore. She groaned some as a shock coursed her spine from tailbone to neck and made her aching shoulder throb. Before she could speak a sharp, taloned finger was thrust into her face. She blinked a moment, staring at the pointed nail. Her eyes followed up along the vambrace and muscular arm. Now that they were safe and all was calm she was able to get a good look at the Zora. She hadn't seen one before. Not in person anyways. A strange but fascinating creature.
Her eyebrows quirked as he spoke, watching his mouth move around rows of sharp, pointed teeth. He got down to her level, almost like a parent lecturing a child. Contrition was not an option. Her brows furrowed as he lectured her but shot back up when, of all things, he mentioned her breasts. A strange instinct her arm shot up over her chest as if to cover them. It wasn't as though she were topless anyways! Her other hand jumped up and grabbed the finger that was shoved into her face. Wide purple eyes narrowed at the Zora. For a moment she had thought to thank him. Really she should have but that thought left with his accusations.
"First of all, that Lynel attack me you pretentious fish-boy so maybe you should have worked out your stupid plan with it first. Second, a person with a death wish wouldn't exactly cling to another to not drown, right? Third-" She hesitated as she stared up at the Zora. Did she really have a right to be angry with him? If it weren't for him she would have ended up a drowned, bloated corpse. Or...dead on the mountain top. She did sort of owe him. Kira growled low in her throat and released him finger. Her anger seemed to dissipate as quickly as morning dew. She huffed a sigh and looked him dead in the eye. "Third...thank you. I shouldn't be ungrateful that you saved my life...mmm...twice really."
With a groan Kira pushed herself up, dusting the sand off her butt. Her body ached and groaned at having to stand. Rest. It just wanted to rest for a little. Already late afternoon, the sun already casting warm, evening light. "We should make a fire...bandage up...hunker down for the night. I don't think either of us are in any condition to travel and certainly not through the night. Come on," she said as she offered a hand to help him up. Only slightly humorous given that with him crouching she was only a scant bit taller than him. "I'm Kira, by the way."
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Grabbing the finger of an angry Zora was like getting in the way of a rolling, oblivious Goron. It really couldn't end well for Kira, but in hindsight, what would Piran have done at all?Harm her?No, Piran was an asshole at times, but he wasn't irredeemably so. As such, he listened to Kira with wide eyes and a stiff, twisted upper lip and found himself not only irritated and humiliated, in a sense, but proud. Proud of Kira, a mere Hylian, for having the moxxy to stand up to him. She had backbone, and that... Piran could appreciate that.
Still, fish-boy kind of hurt. A lot.
"Well, you're welcome," Piran grumbled out after a bit of awkward silence. He went to stand, ignoring Kira's help as per arrogant protocol, and looked up to the sky as Kira remarked about the night. "Yes, that would be wise."
Oh, Piran had wanted to say so much more in passing. If it weren't for this Hyli- Sheikah, yes, that's right- if it weren't for this Sheikah, Piran would have had the Lynel's head secured. But in the end the Lynel was dead, Zora's Domain was a little safer and... now he was stuck with this woman. Sure, he could just abandon her, but in his current state it was better to stick together. There was something more about this woman than her strong backbone that enticed Piran in a way he had never been enticed before. Plus, part of him actuallywanted to appologize, if only to take back that part about Kira being an exhibitionist.
"I'm Piran. I have to admit, despite how things went with the Lynel, you seem to handle yourself well." The orange Zora clicked his tongue and turned towards a secluded, smooth, sandy spot just a stone's throw away from them. It seemed that someone had set up a little campsite here, though there was no wood or further supplies to scavange save for a makeshift tent of sorts. "If you find wood to burn and, uh, reinforce that campsite or whatever, I can see about getting us some bandagesand food for the night, provided you don't mind the taste of fish."
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Kira dropped her hand as the Zora stood up by himself. She shrugged it off as he stood to his full height. Her head tilted back to look up at him. He easily dwarfed her, she barely came up to his chest. Somehow she didn't think Zora were as tall this. Learn something new every day. She had learned many somethings that day actually. Kira was good on learning new somethings for a while. Her purple eyes wandered all the way to the Zora's feet then back up to his face. A fascinating creature....person. Most drawings of Zora showed them as sleeker creatures, with a large fin coming off their crown. This one was different. He was nearly as burley as a Goron, less round of course, and had strange tendrils falling from his head rather than the normal fin. A little gruff, possibly even rude but there was something interesting about the man...creature...person...standing in-front of her.
When he spoke it startled her out of her mental wanderings. Even more so his almost compliment took her by surprise. "Thanks...you too...?" She responded awkwardly. Kira was used to comments about her skills. Most folk assumed she was Hylian at first glance. As a blanket statement Hylians weren't very strong warriors. The ones that could be considered strong fighters had died out almost 100 years ago when the Calamity struck. Somehow, coming from the large Zora, the compliment struck harder. As he turned along the sandy, grassy shore she followed to a tiny encampment with an equally tiny tent. Barely a tent, more like a makeshift overhang. If it decided to rain it would barely keep her dry let alone Piran.
"Fish is good and I don't seem to be in a position to be picky," she said as she stared at the small camp with her hands on her hips. "The only thing I'd turn down is rocks and durian...can't eat rocks and durian smells like Bokoblin shit." With a short, snorting laugh she looked around. There was a tree nearby but it didn't look like there was much in the way of fallen branches to make a fire. Fresh wood made a fire too smokey and was hard to light. The vines would be useful though. Kira set to work getting vines down from the tree, leaving Piran to his own tasks. Despite an aching body she managed to gather up a good few feet of strong vine. Up on the rocks she noted a grove of trees not too far. Smaller trees with plenty of debris below them. Perfect.
She wasn't gone too long, collecting as much wood as she could possibly find. One of the trees had apples too! With those sharp teeth she wondered if Zora were primarily meat eaters. Well if she ate some apples then that would be more fish for him. With a good bundle of branches and an armful of apple she headed back to camp. There she was able to get a cheerful little fire going and straightened up the little makeshift shelter. It still wasn't much. If it rained they were going to get soaked. Though she supposed a Zora wouldn't mind that so much. On that train of thought she needed to get her clothes dry. Not a blanket between them though to cover up with. Still, spending a night in wet clothes would certainly mean catching cold.
Kira took a minute to weigh her options before huffing a sigh. She still had under clothes and it wasn't like the Zora wore clothes. Using the vine and some branches she set up a drying rack near the fire and removed her wet clothing. Cloth wrapped around her chest, mostly to arrest their usual movement but it served for some modesty given the situation. The cloth compressed them somewhat though even with the compression it was clear she had been well graced by the Goddess. Under the tights she wore a small pair of shorts that were tight on her backside and legs. It too was damp from their long swim but she had at least a small sense of modesty. Kira was lean and fit, her flat stomach neatly indented at the sides. Toned with decent muscle definition with pale skin. Mostly pale at the moment, especially her right shoulder which was blossomed with a morbidly beautiful bloom of bruising. On her front, however, a viscous scar ran from above her left breast, presumably between her clevage and all the way down to her right hip. Not fresh by any means but still a deep, vibrant, almost wet looking red.
At least it was warm near the fire and she started the apples baking while waiting for Piran to finish his own tasks for their campsite
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'You too?'
Piran had to resist scoffing at that line. He handled himself so much better than the other Zoras, even better than the plucky Prince Sidon. With raw strength and peerless skill Piran proved himself superior in fights, and if he ever lost a sparring session, it was only because his opponent either cheated or got lucky. The orange Zora, seeing that Kira had turned away from him, rolled his eyes yet kept his tongue in check- he wasn't looking forward to tempting this woman into letting loose another humiliating remark.
"Fish it is, then."
The Sheikah was more than capable for her task, so Piran saw no need to stay and supervise. He had his own tasks to complete, so with his wicked silver dagger pulled from its sheath he gathered a few pieces of driftwood, whittled them down into stubby spears and took off into the water. With damaged/sore fins Piran couldn't make the trip all the way back to Zora's Domain, but at least he could still catch fish and gather supplies to sustain himself until he fully recovered. First he searched for the common, easy pickings- Hylian Bass, two of them to be exact. Sluggish and awkward, the bass were gathered up, stuck on the spears and positioned near the camp on the sandy shore. Piran, with his extra spear, went out again but in deeper waters and managed to nab a Staminoka Bass. Surely that would be enough food for the moment.
As for bandages, Piran was at a loss. In Zora's Domain it was a common treatment to use seaweed and other watery plants as bindings, but here there was very little to nab. Luckily that Lizalfos Encampment wasn't too far away, and knowing those nimble monsters, they were bound to have something of use. Piran wasn't looking for a fight, so he swam slowly and dipped under one of the many supports of this wood and bone structure to find an old but dry piece of cloth. On closer inspection, the cloth looked to be from a Hylian flag all the way back from before the Calamity. Piran rolled up the cloth and, with Lizalfos chatting amongst themselves up above, he drifted back to his and Kira's campsite.
Upon returning, Piran was greeted with a burning fire and Kira dressed in- He did a double-take. Kira had taken off her lightly armoured outfit and was damn-near nude there by the fire. Seeing so much skin on display took Piran by surprise and aroused something alien within him; needless to say he felt a mixture of discomfort and excitement! Most Zora females were beauties in their own right, but none of them had the kind of breasts and curves like this Sheikah had. Curves were curves to a male, no matter if they belonged to a Rito, Gerudo or, in this case, to Kira. Luckily, Piran's groin was somewhat covered by... Shit, no, it wasn't covered by anything! Well, so long as he kept calm and Kira didn't do anything, well, alluring, everything would be on the level. Holding his fish and cloth in his arms, the Zora looked her up and down from afar before coming closer with a light grimace on his lips upon noticing that bruised shoulder.
"Here. Some roasted bass and bandages ought to bring some comfort. There's more cloth out there, if you need your own tent for th-" Then Piran noticed that scar. By Hylia, that was some vicious-looking damage! Piran visibly recoiled at the sight before sitting down at the fire. "Woah! Is that- Was that from today?"
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Piran was easy to see coming. It was a good thing he was brutishly big and strong. He was probably about as stealthy as a Moblin. Kira looked up at the orange Zora approached and noted his double take. Her eyebrows quirked as he hesitated and stared a moment before overcoming his shock and made it to the camp. Kira smirked a little. For a race that hardly wore clothes he had little right to be surprised or judge. She wasn't embarrassed in the least, neither by simply being so underdressed nor the received reaction. It was actually a little funny all things considered. She returned to pushing around a couple apple to roast them as he spoke.
His sudden exclamation took her by surprise and she jumped, snapping her head up. His eyes focused on her torso. In a stupidly common reaction she looked down to the scar. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed to a thin line. She shifted how she sat, bringing her knees up to her chest hiding the mark from view. "No," she said with a snap. "If it was from the Lynel I would have bled out and died already." Her tone was sharper than the Eightfold blade she last lost in the currents. Suddenly she was more self conscious about having removed her armor. Perhaps she should have just left it on a let herself get sick. No that was stupid.
Kira took a long, slow breath. While quick to set off she was quick to rein in her explosive emotions. She relaxed the sudden guard and pinched an apple out of the fire with pinched sticks. "So long as it doesn't rain we shouldn't need another tent. We could use the cloth as another bedroll if need be. I think we are both just bruised up, luckily," she said with a half grin, brushing her mostly purple shoulder. She looked over at the Zora who was likely as banged up as she was. What an odd pair they made.
"How good are you at climbing? My home is just up there," she said as she point d up the river to steep cliffs. The Kakariko graveyard lover looked the rive. It wasn't too difficult of a climb. "We could get some supplies there, weapons too before heading back to Zora's domain. Well...part of the way. I wouldn't be allowed there but I need to go back and get Boko. Sure hope he will be alright in those fields..." Boko wasn't always the most intelligent of creatures but he was brave and strong. Hopefully he would just spend some time cropping grass and snoozing. Wow betide the monster that pick a fight with her mighty stallion.
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"Hmph. Well excuuuuuuuuse me, princess," Piran mumbled under his breath at Kira's snappy comeback, hoping it was soft enough to go unheard.
Piran listened to Kira's self-diagnosis as he gently cooked his caught fish over the crackling fire. Good, less wounds meant less materials used. Bruised and tired from the day's events, Piran found himself lacking the energy to argue with this woman for the moment. He could bitch up a storm if he wanted to, but tonight it was better to just let things be. Maybe he was just in a bad mood, but that could be excused given the bruises.
"I'm not the best climber, to be honest," the Zora replied as he followed Kira's finger to those steep cliffs. "But I can jump higher than most, so if I have good footing I should be able to make any climb." One of the fish were roasted just enough to bring out the natural flavor, yet Piran went one step further by sprinkling some kind of acquatic herb over it. It wasn't butter, but the herb sure smelled like it. "...Fine. We can make a detour, but only if supplies and weaponry are sure to be there."
After another minute of primitive cooking, the Zora soon had another bass roasted to near-perfection. If the fire were better constructed or roaring and uplifting, Piran thought to himself, he would have made the meal perfect. Still, he couldn't complain too much. He offered the fatter bass over to Kira with a rather uncharacteristic, friendly smile.
"Here. Take it." Then, if and when Kira did, Piran would lean back and ask, "Boko must be your horse, right? Where did you leave it, exactly?"
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Kira tilted her head and nodded a little, staring at the cliffs. Climbing above the water might help too. If he happened to fall...well a Lynel wouldn't have him held so maybe he could dive properly and not hurt himself. The trek going around the cliffs would take far too long if they needed to get there and rest up, get weapons and supplies. The last thing she wanted was for them to get caught with their pants down. For her, that literally meant that moment. She watched as he sprinkled a strange herb on the roasted fish. Her head tilted again as the scent of butter wafted through the air.
She managed a small grin when he finally agreed. "I can guarantee it. My family...does sort of run the whole village..." she said with a partial laugh. The other bass was roasted and he handed one to her. Kira didn't fail to notice he handed her the larger bass. For a moment she blinked at the offered fish before looking up. She felt a sudden tightness in her gut and her heart gave a hard slam against her chest. That sweet, friendly smile changed everything in his face. Even the sharp teeth couldn't make it off putting. Kira was frozen a moment and felt her pointed ears burn at the tip. Luckily hidden by her tangle of silvery hair that had fallen out of its neat braid in their fight against the river.
"Thank you," she finally managed with a returned smile. Not as bright as his own, almost shy. Almost. She took the offered fish and passed over one of the apples she had baked in the fire. Baking an apple made it much sweet if a little soft. Kira settled back cross legged, her back straight as she took a few test nibbles of the fish. Kira nodded at his question and looked up to the looming cliffs they had tumbled from. "Boko is his nickname..." she said with a light little laugh. "His full name is Bokoblin Smasher of Brains." She couldn't hold back her laughter as she said his "proper" name. It was a silly name she knew but well earned. "When I first found him I followed him for miles, knowing he was special. Just when I was going to jump on to catch him a Bokoblin ran out from behind a rock. Boko completely panicked. He was trying to buck me off and fight the Bokoblin. He used all of his might to fight us but kicked the Bokoblin so hard in the head we were utterly splattered by skull and brain fragments." Morbid but still Kira laughed as she remembered. Her unbridled laughter made her whole body shake, it was high and almost musical. "He spent all his energy on that fight that he settled pretty quick to me. Some apples helped too."
"He's at the base of the plateau. We were headed home, going to take the long way...but we were so close to Zora's Domain...Not being particularly welcome I still wanted to see it. I had heard it's the most beautiful city in Hyrule from the Rito. I figured climbing up the plateau and looking down over it was the best chance I would get...and you know the rest of the story." Through the short tale Kira was nibbling away at the bass. "This is really good Piran. Probably the best traveling food I've had." There was no sarcasm or obsequious tone to the compliment. She genuinely meant it. "You said the Lynel was your prize...has it been causing a lot of trouble for your people? Those shock arrows it had seemed like nasty business. Pretty brave of you to try and go face it alone. Sorry I...got in the way," she added with a little snicker.
While trying to eat neatly it wasn't entirely fool proof. Sitting so upright made her chest the perfect sort of shelf for small drips of oil from the fish. One wrong bite and a bit of gut and skin fell right onto the soft flesh of her breasts. "Dang it...can't take me anywhere..." she said with an annoyed sigh and brushed herself off some. Sure it made the skin and guts flick away but served to only smear the oil around some, giving her chest a glittering glow in the firelight.
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Huh. Piran wasn't expecting Kira to freeze in place looking like some buck caught in a hunter's eye. It was nearly enough to make his friendly smile falter and twist into a forced, sheepish one, but fortunately, a period of awkwardness never came to pass between them. She took the Staminoka Bass with what looked to be a shy smile while Piran scooped up one of her apples she had passed his way. Strange to see this Sheikah Spitfire looking like that when she was rather confrontational and defensive just awhile ago, but Piran wasn't going to press Kira for an explanation. He figured she just wasn't used to interacting with Zora.
Though fruit wasn't a big part of a Zora's diet, Piran took the cooked apple- so warm and smelling oh-so-sweet- and tore into it with his razor-sharp teeth. He wasn't expecting much out of an apple tossed into or near a fire, and yet the sweetness took him by storm and made his brow lurch skyward while his eyes brightened in surprise. Not bad, not bad at all. He alternated between his seasoned bass and the apple as Kira rattled off her story about her horse. Zoras did not ride horses, but Piran could understand the bond between a Hylian and their horse. The burly Zora seemed to have a morbid sense of humour as well as he chuckled with Kira on the gruesome death of that Bokoblin, though Kira's shaking body and her musical tone struck him silent and attentive.
There was something about this Sheikah's voice that enticed Piran. At first he thought it was grating, but now that Kira was in a conversational mood, Piran realized that she sounded rather nice. He could see himself listening to another story if she so wished to tell one. He wondered where this horse, Boko, really was given how poorly Piran was with maps and vague landscape descriptions, but if he were to guess, he would say somewhere in Akkala near that dammed mountain. That would be a very long journey; one Piran wasn't looking forward to. But maybe travelling with Kira wouldn't bethat bad...
"I'm glad you like it," Piran hummed back as Kira seemed to double-down on that Staminoka Bass. Easily schmoozed, Piran's smile shifted into a simper while his chest puffed out in a display of pride. "We Zora know how to catch the best fish. It's all about quality. Not quantity. Plus, with a little know-how of herbs and an eye for detail, you can take the fauna growing in the water, dry it out and make good seasoning out of it." Alright, that was enough boasting for... at least half an hour. When the topic switched over to the Lynel, Piran was quick to scoff off the apology. "Oh well, don't worry yourself over it. If things had gone my way, you know, killing that Lynel by myself? I wager the others back home wouldn't believe me. Better to have a witness."
There was some kind of phenonemon called the 'Blood Moon' that was supposed to resurrect slain monsters loyal to Calamity Ganon, but Piran figured it was pure nonsense. He had never seen a Blood Moon himself and figured all the monsters out in the world today were the result of uncontrolled breeding and too few people willing to put the scum to the sword. There was no way that this red-maned Lynel was coming back, Piran thought with another scoff.
"But to answer your question... Yeah, it's been causing a bit of trouble, but that's no longer something to worry about anymore."
The broad-shouldered Zora did notice Kira's change in position, but it was only until he saw the oil dripping down her chest did he give her his full attention once again. At first, he was concerned that the oil might burn the skin, and so he reached for some of the Lizalfos cloth to rip out a rag-sized portion. But when the oil was smeared about over her chest... By Hylia, Piran froze and felt his heart skip a beat. It was a little known fact that Zoras loved oil, and though most of it was used for cooking hearty dishes, there was another use for it. The females, in private company, would spread specially distilled oil over their bodies as part of... well, to call it a 'mating ritual' would be rather poetic.
"Uh..." Piran was staring now with that cloth rag clenched tightly in his hands. Eventually, he shook himself free of the influence, blushing and stuttering as he handed the rag over to Kira. "Um, uh, h-here. Use this."
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Only a couple hours ago she might have thought his bragging annoying. Well it was just a little. At the same time it was almost adorable that he puffed out his chest in pride as she complimented his cooking. Men often had fairly frail egos and she was sure her temper and loose tongue had bruised his as soundly as his body was bruised. He even accepted her apology at taking his kill. Kira was sure this was a different Zora that snapped orders and tossed her to the ground like week old garbage. With some luck perhaps they could find the Lynel's corpse. With extreme luck the corpse might make it to them in the river.
She managed to get the bits of fish off of her but the oil was just a mess. While delicious she didn't think she could eat fish like this too often if she was going to make a mess with it. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Piran shuffling around. She looked up from her failing task of trying to get clean and met with a set of red eyes. It was his turn to be caught and stumbling all of a sudden. What really caught her off guard was the sudden redness to his face. Was he...sick? He managed to regroup himself and offer out a bit of the flag he had scavenged to help clean herself up. Maybe she had done something wrong? Something offensive to the Zora culture. "Sorry," she said with an apologetic grin. Kira reached over and took the bit of cloth he had ripped out for her. Her oil slick fingers brushing his as she took the rag.
Turning herself a little to, hopefully, end whatever faux pas she had caused. Surprisingly he took a little while to get up most of the oil. It certainly wasn't perfect. Some soap would have been far more helpful. Worse yet she wasn't going to smell like roasted fish. Cleaned up as best as she could she turned back to Piran and his red face. She didn't know much of anything about Zoras. "You know...I...it's getting late." Kira reached up with a stretch and an exaggerated yawn. "It's been a long day...maybe we should get some sleep. Lots to do tomorrow you know. Climbing...village..." Kira tossed a couple more branches onto the fire so it would burn into the night. She didn't know how Zoras preferred to sleep but Hylians and Sheikahs needed a bit more warmth. "Goodnight Piran," she said with a quick smile for him before laying on her side, back facing him to sleep.
Sleep, however, was difficult to come by. She lay awake for a time considering this strange new companion of hers. When one thought about it they really were two Keese in a flock. A little brash and rude at times, skilled fighters...but there was a little more to them that they had each managed to discover a bit of. It was strange and yet it was pleasant. A sort of warmth in the gut. A warmth she hadn't felt in a few years. A warmth she couldn't really trust. Piran certainly couldn't be Yiga...but still....she fished for a reason to not trust Piran, no pun intended, but couldn't come up with anything really.
Kira managed to fall asleep well past midnight. Sometime in her sleep she had rolled over onto her back, sleeping with her arms and legs outspread, one arm draped over her eyes. She snored gently as the sun rose. The moment it shined light on their camp she was up in a flash. Her body gave a painful throb at the sudden movement but dampened to a small ache. Kira rubbed her eyes with a yawn. The fire was out and cold. Slowly she got to her feet and stretched her back. She actually felt a little better than she expected. Her shoulder still dark but right on the back a clear imprint of a hoof. Looking over she caught sight of Piran. Her confusion towards him in the night still unresolved. For the time being she knew she owed him a bit more than some apples. She moved over and crouched near him. "Hey...hey Piran...time to wake up," she said gently as she prodded his shoulder.
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Sleep! Yes, sleep was good. Sleep was good for many things, including hiding boners, provided one turned themselves just enough to hide it. Ach, if Kira, a Sheikah, were to notice something so obscene and obscure, Piran would be too embarrassed and ashamed to stay with her, let alone look in her general direction. The way she dabbed at her chest, the glimmering oil in the lovely light of the fire and her voice all slammed into Piran and shook his soul to the core; enough for him to ask some hard questions about himself. He offered a soft 'goodnight' in return to Kira as he kept his body turned away from her, and when he was certain she was comfortable and distracted enough, the orange Zora went about taking care of his own sleeping arangements.
The cool sand wasn't too alien for Piran to rest on, especially if it meant keeping his distance from Kira. He wasn't sure what to think about this woman just yet in terms of a relationship, but he could safely say that he admired and respected her to some degree for standing up to not only a Lynel but himself as well. The Zora would have to sleep on all of this and make up his mind when the time came for it.
Mhm..."
Piran, uncomfortable during the night, had dug himself a shallow hole in the riverbank where he could sit with his head just barely poking out from the surface of the water. It reminded him of the little pools he and other Zora slept in during the night, though those were constructed of stone and metal whereas Piran's little setup was susceptible to errosion. Even more humorous than a washed out sleeping position was the fact that Piran had been pushed back up onto the bank by a combination of the river's current and his own nocturnal movements. As such, he awoke to find Kira crouching near him with his form sprawled out on the sand as if he were sunbathing.
Though water 'beds' were of great comfort to Zora, this wet, sandy riverbank was only half so.
"Whaaaat?" The orange Zora propped himself up on his arms and glanced up at the morning sun before sighing and turning to regard Kira. His headplate was askew atop his forehead, but Piran either didn't notice or didn't care. "Oh. Kira. Uh, good morning, I suppose. Well, yes, I suppose it is, given we're still alive."
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Kira gave a short, snorting laugh through her nose at Piran's reaction to being awakened. Some warrior, cranky at being woken with the sun. As he propped himself up, laying stretched out on the sand she could help her purple eyes wandering. Holding himself up his muscles were flexed just enough to show more definition in the arms, chest, and stomach. Zora were certainly very different looking...and yet still similar enough for her to appreciate his strong body. She met his eyes as he greeted her with a good morning and a small quip.
"Yes good morning to you too cranky," she said with a smirk and reaching her hands up to his head-plate. Small, gentle hands lightly brush his head as she righted the protective plate. The anemone-like...hair? Hair she supposed. It was fascinating. Any drawings of Zora she had seen had more of a fin-like appearance. While part of her wanted to touch it and examine it further she refrained. "Come on, the sooner we head out the sooner we make it." Kira got to her feet and headed back to the cold fire. Her clothes were mostly dry. She moved up to the rocks and brush her feet and legs off as best as possible before slipping on the tights. They covered from hips to toes in one, solid peace. There were still grains of sand. That was gonna chafe. She was thinking a bath was in order when getting to the village. Next the shirt which, being damp, was a struggle to roll across her chest. With some wriggling she got it on. Rather than a braid she twisted up her long, silvery hair and secured it with a pin. Not perfect but she didn't have time for much else. No mask for the time being. She didn't bother getting the fire going again, instead tossing Piran some apple for breakfast. A meal they could eat while walking.
"I misjudged our location a little," she admitted as she headed out into the murky marshlands, careful to give islands with suspiciously reptilian shaped rocks a wide berth. Between them they had only Piran's dagger and while her aches had calmed a little she didn't entirely feel up to hand-to-hand combat. "Scaling the cliff would be a little faster but we can go up those hills and get right to the main entrance for Kakariko that was." Also they'd have to swim to the cliff and Kira was done with deep waters for a while. "It'll tack on maybe an hour of walking...not too bad, right?" She said with a grin before biting into an apple.
By midday they were walking steep, grassy slopes. Kira was glad to have anything but water under her feet again. The sun was out, it was beautifully bright and pleasant. Perhaps a little hot given they were hiking up such a steep hill. On the far side of the grass slope we're some Bomoblins but they seemed to not noticed them, a bit busy apparently forging themselves on something very bloody. The short mountains before them split into a canyon with a hardpacked road. It was cooler in the canyon, they were doused in near perpetual shade. They came across tall, wooden structures with the symbol of the Sheikah on them. Ribbons of fortune and luck strung up along with wards from the creatures loyal to the Calamity.
As the approached the second arch an arrow hissed through the air and stuck in the ground in front of them. Kira was neither startled nor surprised at the arrow. From above, hiding in the ridges, two men leaped down. On landing they had blades in hand, crouched and ready to challenge. Kira cocked a hip, and rested a hand on it with her silver eyebrows raised. "Nice to see you too Dad," she said with a smirk. Both men immediately relaxed and stood. Their own silver hair caught up in identical top knots. One man had purple eyes, just like Kira, above his mask and the other had brilliant blue. The man with purple eyes pulled his mask down, eyes wide in surprise before he broke into a delighted smile. "Kira!" His blade put away he picked up Kira suddenly in a great bear hug. Kira tensed and growled her pain as he Dad seemed to try and squeeze the life out of her already battered body.
"And who is this?" Her asked, eyeing Piran suspiciously, still squeezing the life from Kira. "He's...my..." she wheezed out. Finally her dad seemed to realize he was crushing her and put her down. Kira stumbled back, gasping and cringing as her body throbbed. "Friend...Piran. Piran this is my dad, Dorian and...uh..." she hesitated as she looked at the blue eyed man. He hadn't lowered his mask but openly glared at Piran. "Cado." He said shortly. For a moment the air was rife with an awkward yet furious aura. Kira rubbed her arm a little with a grimace. "Pleased to meet you Piran," Dorian finally said to break the odd silence, extending a hand to the Zora. "Never seen a Zora in person. Thought your kind weren't fond of...well anyone not a Zora. Welcome to Kakariko village. Stop glaring Cado...a Zora can't be Yiga and you can't help the past," her said with a forced grin. "Lady Impa will be glad to see you back Kira." Kira gave a short scoff. "I'm sure she will."
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Kakariko Village, home to the Sheikah, or at least that was what Piran had been told. It seemed so secluded; hidden away from the world and all its troubles, yet right in the thick of it if the legends were true. The valley through the mountains only confirmed the Zora's first observation and, not too keen on getting boxed in with little room to manoeuvre, he hesitated at the village threshold. This could be to Piran what Zora's Domain was to Hylians- a settlement they were barely tolerated to be in. But then Piran's thoughts drifted to this morning, to Kira and her small, smooth and gentle hands brushing against his head as she readjusted his protective headplate. And that confident smirk too... If Kira trusted Piran enough to turn her back on him, then he could trust her in turn.
The psuedo-ambush by Sheikah guards did the trick in throwing Piran off his guard. He took a few steps back and reached for his wicked dagger only to see Kira standing nearby looking calm, collected and confident. Two Sheikah guards dropped down, one of them interacting with Kira- and that one did not look like someone Piran wanted to mess with- before they turned their sights to the Zora. Again, Piran felt as if he were on pins and needles, but he needed to save face.
"Is anyone really fond of strangers?" Piran commented back in reply as he grasped Dorian's hand. He gave it a firm shake and tried to smile, though at most it ended up as a 'pleased grimace'. "Yes, I'm here with Kira, but I'm not looking to cause any trouble, Dorian. Just looking for supplies and weapons."
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"Heard that Gorons are a gregarious group of people," Dorian replied with a smirk just like Kira's. Really her smirk would be like her father's. He nodded some was Piran explained still grinning as they walked towards the village. "If you're with Kira I'm not too concerned." He pause a moment before guffawing loudly to himself. "I meant traveling with of course." Piran towered above all three Sheikah. Dorian was the tallest of the three but still only came up to Piran's neck. Even still Dorian possessed a large presence. He was the leader, of a sorts, of the village guards. However few there were any more.
The village was small but it sprawled over layered hills. The scents of fresh breads and cooking meats filled the air alongside the earthy smells of fresh turned dirt and leaves. Nearly each building was identical, if varied in size, except for the tall temple that stood before a sweeping waterfall. Dorian didn't take them there, not yet. Instead he took them up a small hill to their family home. Inside a woman who could easily be Kira's older sister was leaning over a pot, stirring and humming. Her other hand rested on her very pregnant stomach. "Kiyo, my love, look who I found," Dorian said with a big grin. The woman looked up and her eyes went first to the towering orange Zora before dropping and settling on Kira. The ladle clattered out of her hand in shock. Kira looked no better.
"Kira!" "You're pregnant?!" The women shouted together. Kiyo smiled and rubbed her very distended belly, not even hidden in the robes Sheikah women wore. Kira went forward and embraced Kiyo, tightly yet gently. "And who is this tall, strapping Zora?" Kiyo asked with a wry smile. Deep down there was a note of sadness in the woman's eyes but she kept it as hidden as she could. "Mom...meet Piran. I have a story for you," Kira said with a laugh. "Yes, ten years of stories. Well make yourselves comfortable. We'll have some lunch and you can...freshen up a little before going to see Impa." Kira notably winced at that idea but gave no argument. The table was quickly set. It was lucky that the Sheikah ate crosslegged on the floor rather than chairs. With Piran's size he might have had to stand to eat.
As they ate Kira regaled her mother and father about the Lynel and meeting Piran. Dorian, being a warrior himself, was enthralled. He had never fought a Lynel before. Kira was animated in the story, inviting Piran to jump in as well for the story. Kiyo, however, seemed distant as the story was told. She ate her food and sipped her tea but seemed to be elsewhere mentally. Occasionally her eyes flicked to Kira, then back to space, then to Piran, and back to space again. "I was on my way to visit anyways...but our weapons were lost in the fight..." Kira said slowly, broaching the topic of needing weapons. "I have some rupees in my pouch but the rest are with Boko, my horse." Dorian waved his hand dismissively. "We have weapons of course but....you aren't staying?" His question brought any joviality to a halt. Kiyo's face became pinched and a little while while Kira cringed a little. "Just...a day or two...Piran has to get home and I have to go find Boko. I promise I'll come back. I had intended on staying a month or two but..." she glanced over to Piran. She owed it to him to see him back home at the very least. Besides she was starting to enjoy the Zora's company. Boko was great but not much of a conversationalist. It was nice to have company. Not just company but...Piran specifically.
"You know where the bath house is, go get cleaned up," her mother said shortly as she struggled to her feet. With an awkward, waddling gate she went to a chest of drawers and pulled out some clothing, handing it to Kira. She paused to look at Piran but gave a wan smile. "I suppose you are fine as you are? I'm not sure we'd have anything to fit you anyways," she said apologetically. Kira nodded before getting up. She led Piran further up the hill to a smaller sort of hut, still identical to the homes though. As soon as the door opened a waft of steam enveloped them. Inside was a pool of water, halfway segmented for privacy but allowing more than one bather. The pool was almost cloudy looking and had a feint earthy yet metallic smell. "Pretty nice right? It's nearly ancient but water is piped in from an underground hot spring. It's constantly moving so it stays clean. The water looks murky but it's full of minerals, relaxes the body and makes you feel refreshed." She said as she headed to one side of the divide to disrobe and slide into the water. It was murky enough to hide nudity so it wasn't entirely uncommon that several of the village might be in there at once and, with the half divided screen, maintain some modesty before wading into the open area of the bath.
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It was all so, so much to take in. It couldn't be helped if Piran was stricken with Culture Shock, overtaken by multiple conversations or flat-out overstimulated. It pained the Zora to the core to know that he simply couldn't comment on everything that drifted into sight, though it didn't stop him from trying. He interjected with his own experiences, issued some compliments- both backhanded and genuine- and generally kept up with his usual Zora pride and arrogance, though in a friendly, accomodating manner. When others spoke, Piran did his best to listen, for he was a guest here and he didn't want to get kicked out by a bunch of highly-skilled, highly-trained Sheikah. Again, it was all so much to take in, and perhaps a little too much.
Piran noticed Kiyo, and he noticed her pregnancy. In hindsight this was a huge revelation, but to Piran it was an interesting development. Perhaps Kiyo was pregnant with twins, because he had never seen anyone look so uncomfortably... big. Of course, he wasn't about to point this out, and so he just kept his mouth shut. The food was good, the conversations and story was entertaining, and the prospect of supplies and weaponry was intriguing, and much appreciated. But first it seemed that the two of them were going to head to a bathhouse. Given that Piran was a Zora, nearly any water was a welcome gift to him, so he wholeheartedly accepted the offer.
When all was said and done and Piran had 'disrobed', or rather, he dropped his armor and harnesses, he slid into the water and tried to take a load off his mind. For a moment he was engrossed in his own thoughts, and for that moment he might have unintentially ignored Kira as she sat there. Things seemed to be going by so fast- he just wanted to relax and clear his head. So, he leaned back where he was sitting and gazed up at the ceiling of this bathhouse.
"It's good to just... relax," Piran mumbled. "Stop thinking about everything that's happening and instead enjoy the moment."
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The bathouse was quiet except for the water as either of them moved. Kira sat back and rested her head on the edge of the large pool of blissfully warm water, eyes closed in the comforting warmth. Nothing like the waterfalls and river they were unceremoniously thrown down. It had been a long time since she had a proper, warm bath. There were a couple natural hot springs around Hyrule but they were few and far between. Piran's comment made her smile and nod a little, an awkward movement with her head canted back against the edge. "It is nice. I haven't found another town that has something quite like this. There are a few hot springs near the Goron's home but....when the air is already on fire the last thing you want is to jump into hot water," she said with a quiet laugh.
Kira raised her head to look at Piran as they both relaxed, sitting at ease. A world of difference from their previous sniping at one another while damp and cold. Well, she had been damp and cold. Piran was probably none worse for the wear in that regard. The warm water soothed her sore muscles and even the bruising on her shoulder. She made sure to keep herself at least collarbone deep in the water but neck deep and her sore shoulder stopped aching. Yet the soothing water couldn't entirely relax her mind. A strange sort of tightness formed in her gut as she looked at Piran. A feeling she hadn't had in a few years. Her father's words broke into her mind. Zora can't be Yiga.
"It's....too bad the Zora aren't very welcoming of Hylians," Kira said as she sidled a little closer to Piran. "And since Sheikah look like Hylians....we aren't very welcome either." Another slide closer. Her inability to swim well didn't affect her ability to stay quiet so long as she didn't have to swim. Her movements in the water were nearly silent, blending into the soft sound the water made as it cycled through the ancient piping. "Which is really too bad because I heard its beautiful there." Yet another slide closer. Rather than across the pool of water she made it to only about a foot away from his side. "Why are the Zora so opposed to Hylians? I suppose not all of them though, right? You don't seem to have a problem with me...anymore," she added with a small laugh.
So much for relaxing peace and quiet.
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Though the water was murky, what with it being rich in minerals and whatnot, Piran felt more relaxed than he had ever been in weeks. He knew that the water was going to refresh and reinvigorate him for the journey ahead, but right now all he wanted to do was lean back, breathe deeply and put his mind at ease. Kira being there with him would have been an annoyance a day or so ago, but already the two had formed a bond born from necessity. As such, the large, orange Zora more than tolerated her- he rather enjoyed hearing her voice cut through the silence.
And when he looked at her... Kira was coming closer; he could see it from the corner of his eye. Piran had never thought he could find a Hylian/Sheikah attractive before, and yet her body had him entranced at the worst of times. Beautiful silver hair, lovely red eyes, gentle, supple curves and a strong personality rounded her out and made her into someone Piran could see himself spending plenty of time with. Even more, he could see himself being affectionate with her, though Piran wasn't about to set himself up for failure. He was a Zora, and she was a Sheikah. Only once had this kind of relationship been heard of, and even then it was a one-sided relationship that didn't end well at all forher.
And then the big question came up just as Kira got close- close enough for Piran to reach out and grab her up, if he so wished. But he held back, sighed and looked down at her with a frown.
"Not all Zora are prejudiced against Hylians. Many Zora before the Calamity remained on good terms with them, and most born after the Calamity can't be bothered to hate anyone." Piran leaned forward where he sat and draped his arms over his legs. "The story, as it was told to me, was that the Hylian Royal Family brought together 'Champions' to pilot the four Divine Beasts, while the Hylian Champion was some young, plucky knight with the 'Sword of Evil's Bane' meant to dispatch the Calamity should it return. Well, our Champion was named Mipha. I'm told she was as fair as she was beautiful, and she was smitten with the Hylian Champion. But when Calamity Ganon came back, Mipha was defeated and Vah Ruta was overtaken.
"My people were distraught with grief while the elders seethed and blamed the Hylian Royal Family for this giant screw-up. They believed that Mipha was sacrificed in vain, but even more, they despised the Hylian Champion for not being around to protect her. I think the logic was... Mipha loved him, but the Hylian didn't love her back, or not enough to protect her." The Zora then chuckled and smiled at Kira. "So that's that, really. And, to answer your thought... No, I don't have a problem with you anymore. You're kinda pleasant to be around, actually."
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Kira stayed put as Piran sat up and began to tell the story. It was almost startling how much bigger he was than her. Seated in the pool she was shoulder deep into the water while he could sit up and lean forward to rest his arms on his knees and not drown. Kira pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she listened to Piran tell the story. Her red eyes wide as she listened. Of course she knew most of the entire tale. The princess and her knight, the four champions. Every champion had died when the battle was lost, the knight gone, Zelda disappeared.
This tale had a new perspective. The tale was kept by the Sheikah, the broad spectrum of it. Though the champions were almost minor players in the way it was told by their Sheikah. In truth little had been known about them aside from their name, race, and the Divine Beast they would command. Kira was entranced by the story. Her chest tightened as she imagined the sorrow this Mipha might have felt. She had loved the knight but her affections weren't returned and then she died. Kira wondered if the knight even knew, if he cared. There were some assumptions that he might have held affection for the princess but it was just speculation. Kira wasn't certain such events should be enough to cause full blown xenophobia but that wasn't entirely for her to decide.
She was still taken aback by this revelation of the Zora champion. "You know...I've spent the last ten years of my life traveling across Hyrule. I've met...every race but this is the first time I've heard anything more about a champion aside from their name and their role. Mipha's story is...I don't even have the words for it. Sad doesn't cover it." Kira absently ran her fingers between her breast, touching the long scar. "I know a thing or two about betrayal like that...I can imagine how she must have felt...watching the hero follow the princess always....protecting her and only her. Then...dying and then that's it. Maybe the hero didn't intend on any of that happening...I'm sure he didn't but....your poor Mipha."
Despite the heavy tale his closing remarks made Kira give him a half smirk. "I'll take that as compliment," she said with a small laugh. "I've found I enjoy your company too. When you're not a boorish brute," she added with another laugh and a sly wink. "I'm teasing but...I'm really glad I met you," she said softly as she reached up and laid a small, gentle hand on his arm. "Kind of selfish but I was thinking...it'll be a little sad to part ways when we get to the river that leads you home. Not much chance of me coming to visit," she added with a half hearted, closed lipped laugh.
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There was that scar again. Piran remembered jumping in surprise when he first saw that jagged scar between her breasts and wondered aloud if that was from the Lynel, but Kira was quick to shoot him down. She didn't elaborate on what caused the scar, but as she remarked about understanding betrayal, Piran figured he got the message. Perhaps someone close to her had tried to gut her- maybe one of those 'Yiga Clan' people her father mentioned? Ach, well, Piran wasn't about to ask and bring up bad memories.
By the Goddess, why was Kira getting so close? Piran wasn't uncomfortable with her being so near to him, but still, her very presence had a strange way of bringing out the best in him while at the same time forcing him to reason with himself. She made him feel awkward at times, but also happy and flattered. Perhaps he had a thing for Sheikahs, or maybe it was just Kira specifically. In any case, that dainty hand upon his arm pulled him away from his thoughts and got him to lean towards her with his red eyes and sharp, toothy smile bearing down on her. The difference in size seemed absurd, but he made it work without getting too close to Kira, even if his face was a couple or so feet away from hers.
"Well, I could come visit you, you know. But really, don't worry about the other Zora not accepting you. Even if most of Zora's Domain finds me irritating- absurd, I know- I can assure you that you'll be welcomed. We don't forget those who aid us."
For a brief moment, Piran was motionless, yet his face told Kira plenty. He was nervous, and yet he wanted to be brave just then. Brave in what regard, Kira wouldn't know until she would feel the Zora's arm extend behind her back and grasp her naked hip. Piran's hands, though somewhat calloused from his line of fighting, were soft and textured. And what's more, the Zora actually slid closer to Kira and turned that one-foot distance into mere centimetres. His grasp on her hip was loose and gentle, almost as if he were afraid of being shot down. And yet here he was, arm behind Kira's backside like a scene out of a budding romance novel.
"Besides... I uh... Well, it wouldn't be fair for me to be here in your home without you visiting mine."
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Kira didn't budge as Piran leaned down a little closer, her hand still on his arm. Her heart couldn't seem to decided what it wanted to do. It would skip a beat but then rush with a steady thrumming. Meanwhile her pointed ears were heating up, she could feel them burning and ringing as he leaned his towering form down towards her. She smiled up at him as he said she would be welcome at his home. Honestly she was still a little doubtful of that. It was still a nice sentiment. Perhaps she would take him up on it and try to visit one day. Hopefully he would be right about it.
Something changed all of a sudden in Piran. He went utterly still and there was something in his eyes. Not quite fear, maybe uncertainty and yet determination. Her head tilted a little at him wondering if something was wrong. She almost asked him if something was wrong when he moved. Kira jerked a little in surprise as his large, taloned hand went to her hip. His grip was gentle, his hands somehow rough and calloused but soft at the same time. He was closer, their legs just barely touching. Her hand remained on his arm while her other raised in surprise as he slid closer, coming to rest on his chest. Kira's face took on a red hue as he held her. His grip was so light, so gentle it would be easy to slide away. There was something in his face that still spoke of fear.
"I would...like that. To see your home." That was why she had ended up fighting that Lynel, trying to just see Zora's Domain. More importantly to see Piran. Her heart was racing as he held onto her. She almost couldn't believe how she reacted with him. Never once had she considered being attracted to a Zora. Yet it was impossible to imagine not being attracted to Piran. He was brave, thoughtful, a skilled warrior and good Goddess the sheer size and muscles of him. Kira knew she had a weakness for strong men like Piran. Something in her kept shouting jump. Just jump. Well why not, it nearly got her killed several times but Kira was no shrinking Silent Princess.
The hand resting on his chest slid up to the side of his neck. Kira raised herself up as she gave a little pull to bring Piran just a little further down. She didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion she pulled his down and softly pressed her lips to his. Gentle, soft, very chaste she kissed him, letting it linger for a few moments before drawing back mere inches from him to look up, her red eyes meeting his with her own question. Go on or stop?
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Piran almost flinched when Kira placed a hand upon his chest. He wasn't afraid of her in the slightest, but what he did fear was intimacy, or rather, crossing a firm, solid line. Again, he was a Zora, and Kira was a Sheikah. He was large and muscular while she was... Goddesses, she was curvy. Piran had to take a long and hard second look at Kira when he remembered this. Curvy and cushioned, yes, but also muscled in her own right and flexible enough to- It burned his cheeks to think of it even now as the two locked eyes, but Piran knew it was true: he and Kira were compatible despite their differences in size and race.
And when that buxom Sheikah slid her hand up to Piran's neck, he slowly came to realize thatthis could work. It took the sensation of soft, heated lips against his own to confirm his belief. Yes, thiswould work. His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at the feeling; he didn't dare pull away from her. Piran pushed his lips out just enough to reciprocate the chaste kiss, but with Kira drawing back to look him over, he looked like a suitor left hanging, wanting for more. His heart thumped away in his chest and the grasp on her hip tightened.
Go on, of course!
Life was short and fleeting in these times, so rather than pussyfoot about and brood over what could have been, Piran sought to take the dive just as Kira did. With all the grace his race was known for, the mighty orange Zora raised his free hand to cup Kira's chin or cheek, whichever was more comfortable and/or convenient, and practically fell into her. His light grey lips were soft in their own right and countered the razor-sharp teeth hiding behind them. Piran pressed them tight against Kira's own pair while his breath came out with a hushed, husky moan. The hand that had once been on Kira's hip was now travelling up her side; rugged fingers glided over Kira's navel before coming to a stop mere centimetres away from the underside of the Sheikah's assets.
There was little doubt that Piranwanted Kira, and yet his actions and kiss were carefully considerate. He wanted to know if she was alright with this... If she wanted him as well!
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For the briefest of moment Kira thought she had overstepped. Maybe she should have held off just a little. She had never met a Zora before Piran and it would be a stretch to think they might have different body language. Perhaps she misread him? The brief moment passed as she looked in his eyes and his hand tightened on her hip. Maybe body language didn't differ too greatly. Her heart slammed against her chest as she caught the look. Her own questioning gaze softened to a smile. Well if he wanted more she was more than willing to give.
Piran, however, took matters into his own hands. Literally. Rough and somehow still soft she felt his hand cup her face. His hand large enough to make it chin to ear. Her hand on the side of his neck tightened a little. The other slid off his arm to rest on his chest. Her back arched just a little as he pressed his lips to hers. His husky moan sent rivulets of shivers across her body only amplified as his hand drifted off her hip. Slow and gentle but she could feel the slight, pointed drag of nails. Up until that moment Kira hadn't been aware of her delight in that sensation. Sharp, tending talons ever so softly grazing her skin. A balance of danger that sent a thrill from her flesh to punch her guts and gather to an electric tingle between her legs.
Still he seemed a little hesitant in his kisses, his caressing. His hand a hairs breadth from her breast as if terrified to move any further. Kira grinned into the kiss. She hadn't expected him to be shy. If it could be called that. Unsure perhaps. Well Kira was sure. One would think she would have learned caution a few years ago. Caution be damned. She never would have dreamed wanting a Zora at all let alone the way she desired Piran. It should have been crazy but Kira wasn't about to stop to weigh out political and racial matters. Kira stretched her leg out and slid with ease across Piran's thighs and settled over his lap, her knees on either wide of his hips but sitting up on her knees to keep their heights more even. If she were to sit on his lap she would only come up to his chin still, forcing him to lean awkwardly. The increase in height brought her chest out of the murky water. Each breast, bespectacled with droplets of water, a perfect size for his palm, perhaps overfilling just a little. She reached down and slid her hand below his, giving a little nudge and she broke the kiss. "Don't be shy Piran," she purred softly, resting her forehead against his. Her other hand carefully buried into the anemone-like tendrils that cascaded from his head, careful in case they had feeling in them.
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When Kira slid onto Piran's lap, knees wide and straddling his hips, there was no more doubt in the Zora's mind. If she could be this brave, then so could he! Lust and infatuation battled in his soul and reflected in his piercing red eyes. His hand, nudged by Kira, slid up from its timid position and cupped one of Kira's plush breasts before it began to press into it, kneading it like fine dough. The Zora was amazed at the texture and give of such a fine breast and hissed his appreciation through clenched teeth. Indeed, though his hands were large, they could not fully contain Kira's chest puppies, but it didn't stop him from trying.
The grooves and creases in his hand rolled against Kira's perky nipple as Piran groped, kneaded and rotated that plush, pale orb. His eagerness to feel the woman's ample chest was reflected in his kiss, which turned somewhat needy and determined before it was broken. The Zora looked deep into Kira's eyes- still anxious despite this sudden burst of confidence- and felt another heated breath rumble out from the back of his throat. He felt her hand bury itself into the anemone-like tendrils on either side of his head and lit up like a dog when given attention. The nervous curve in his lips contorted and shifted into a pleasant, excited smile complete with a flash of those sharp teeth of his.
"You're so soft," Piran whispered. "I've wanted... I've wanted to hold you ever since last night."
With a free hand now ready for deployment, Piran went and grasped Kira's hip once again. However, instead of trailing up to her navel or back, the Zora slid it down to the curve of her ass. He didn't dig in with the same zeal as did with Kira's breast, but it wasn't pinned there, idle. No, Piran let it glide up and down Kira's curve- rubbing the peachy bottom lingering above his lap as if the Sheikah were a priceless artifact. Though she had positioned herself well enough to come up to Piran's height, there should have been little doubt that Piran was stirring down below. How could he not when he had a buxom, beautiful Sheikah straddling him?
"Just... let me know if you want to stop," the Zora muttered as he eyed a nerve on Kira's neck.
It just came naturally to him: Piran leaned in close and kissed the side of Kira's neck. His breath was hot, his lips warm, but his teeth were cool and smooth, and oh-so sharp. Kira would feel those sharp things glance against her neck once or twice, seeking to get at her skin but never daring to harm her in the slightest.
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Kira grinned some as Piran found his courage, his appreciative hiss making her laugh quietly. What she didn't expect was the soft yet rough texture of his palm crazing her nipple and the soft, gentle pricks from his talons. Kira responded to the sensation with her own little boss of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as chills ran along her flesh only throttling her eagerness for him. She leaned back just a little to give him room to play to his heart's content. Seeing his delight in her toying with the tendrils she lifted her other hand to the other side of his head and buried her fingers there. Still she was careful not to bend the tendrils too much, mostly just letting her blunt nails gently scrape the sides of his head.
A grin couldn't be helped with his confession. A sweet confession paired with one hand rolling her breast and the other starting to skim her rear. More of the light trails from his talons. The icy, electric assault from those sensations made her shiver despite the warmth of the water and his body. Just below her she could feel something new brush her thigh. He wanted to know if she wanted him to stop. To tell him if she wanted that. She opened her mouth to tell him to be quite and not say such silly things but all that came out was a strangled gasping noise as his lips found her neck.
Fully out of her control her knees buckled as the cool, sharp teeth toyed with the sensitive flesh. He should consider himself lucky. Between the support of the water and his hand on her rear she landed gently on his knees rather than a potentially problematic more forward and on top of his budding erection. Her head canted to the side as her back arched in delight. With her back arching it slid her hips forward just enough that the soft folds of her core brushed the underside of his length.
"Sweet Goddess," she hissed to the side of his head, her nails raking between the tendrils with a little more vigor. One hand slipped and grasped his taught, strong shoulder, clinging as tightly as one might to a cliff.
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The most exotic feature of a Zora was, of course, their sexual organ. At first glance they appeared to have nothing at all, hence no need to cover their groins. But if one cared to scratch beneath the surface, they would find that Zora only revealed them when they were aroused. Should Kira glance down for a look or not, she would ultimately feel Piran's member brushing against her lower folds. It was a large, imposing thing that was a pale red in colour with small shades of blue here and there, though on closer inspection they seemed to be veins that ran all along the length. More intriguing was the fact that the member was ridged- nearly every inch sported a slight ridge to the point where Piran's cock looked like a double-edged, serrated blade. It felt so lively there, and as Piran entertained himself with Kira's body by kissing and fondling her wherever he could, the young woman would even feel it pulse beneath her.
Piran made no attempt to jab it in like a beast, but he couldn't help himself from lightly grinding it against Kira's entrance, or rather, he couldn't stop himself from moving Kira's hips back and forth to makeher grind upon his cock. As this went on, Piran's hands continued to roam over Kira's body- kneading her breasts, gliding his fingers over her nipples, rubbing and squeezing her rear. Even as Kira held onto his rugged, sturdy frame and indulged in the feeling of his tendrils, Piran was still kissing away. He no longer kept his teeth out of play- instead he actively used them against Kira's neck, nipping at sensitive veins with just enough pressure to avoid breaking the skin. It became a cycle for him to nibble, kiss, suckle, repeat.
Soon he had to come back up for air and, with Kira grasped on his knees, he sought to test the waters. After all, he washard.
"Kira," Piran gasped, his lips set in a strained grimace. He shot her a longing, provocative look and rubbed the small of her back. "Do you... Do you want me?"
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Kira didn't entirely have an opportunity to look down but she could feel the strange, hard length of Piran grinding against her. Far different than she was used to yet intriguing. Her mind wasn't in the best of places to stop and think about the interest, ridged feel of it or even the size of it. His hands, lips, and teeth were doing magic on her body. She was like chuchu jelly in his hands and plenty eager to follow his guidance as she ground herself against his length. She could feel it pulse between her legs. Kira was wild and dizzy as he worked her, his hands seemed everywhere and he used his teeth on her so perfectly. Her breath came in short little bursts of gasps and hisses as he nipped and suckled at the sensitive flesh. A dusting of red colored her cheeks and the water nearly felt cold compared to Piran's body and her own.
Then he halted. Kira's eyes fluttered open as he pulled back and looked down at her. Her name nearly a pained gasp on his lips. His red eyes met her own and she saw the need there reflecting her own ferocious desires. The question made her blink slowly for a moment. Her own red eyes nearly delirious, glossy and misty, dark with desire. The hand buried in the tendrils on his head slipped behind his neck, holding tightly as the other slid from his shoulder. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, it traced a gentle path down his chest and stomach. Further to his hips and pelvis right to the base of his rigid shaft. Small fingers wrapped around the base, just barely holding it in her grip. She rose up again so they were closer to eye level and she sat above the head of his cock.
Kira leaned forward and rested her forehead to his, the hand behind his neck shifting to his chest. She gave a decently hard shove, not enough to slam him into the edge of the pool, but make it clear she wanted him to lean back, leaning forward with him. "No," she whispered coyly against his lips before kissing him again and slowly eased herself onto his length. Kira moaned at the sensation as she eased herself onto him, her folds parting to accept him. Strange and different but exhilarating. The ridged edges tantalizing in a way she could never have imagined. Inch by inch she lowered her body. She couldn't help a small gasp or two as her core stretched to accommodate his impressive size. Finally their hips connected and Kira released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
Her hands came to his jaw and she looked him in the eye. "I need you Piran," she whispered fiercely, her eyes hungry, nearly mad with want.
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When Kira grasped him down there... Soft fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, Piran bit his lip in anticipation. By Hylia, was she really about to go through with this? More importantly, were they about to go through with this? He had never felt this way about anyone before, and here he was looking at a Sheikah just about to drive her hips down upon him. He gasped as Kira shoved him back into a more relaxed position- the seats in this hot spring suddenly felt far more comfortable than they did before- and he looked up at her in confusion as she came close and whispered her answer.
Oh, Piran was about to reply, about to breathe out a needy whimper andeven beg, but then Kira kissed him again. Fuck, her lips were so soft, her taste so sweet! And then Piran felt her easing herself onto him. The sensitive head of his cock parted her folds as Kira shifted to accommodate him. She... She was tight, warm and wet, and unlike anything Piran had ever felt before. Sure, he had fooled around with a couple female Zora in the past, but they simply couldn't compare to Kira. Piran surged against Kira's body and kissed her back with greater zeal and fervour as more and more of his ridged, thick cock slipped up into her tight, silken sanctum.
"You... You do, huh?" Piran could still taste Kira on his lips even as she pulled away. He could see the lust and desire in her eyes, and as he looked closer, he could see his own desires reflected there. "Alright then!"
It was time to be confident again. Seeing as Kira was leaning forward against his sturdy body, the Zora would find it difficult to attend to her plush mounds that had captivated him so. He couldn't afford to be greedy at this moment, so with the Sheikah impaled on his cock and working her way towards taking more of him in, Piran sought to help her along. His hands slid over her hips and grasped her ass like it was an anchor. Sharp claws pricked against the sensitive, pale skin there but wouldn't dare cause any pain or discomfort, even as Piran began to knead, squeeze and pull at those succulent cheeks. As this went on, Piran started to move his hips against Kira's own; jutting them upwards, easing his cock further into her inch by inch until he was satisfied with the level of pleasure.
"You're so warm, Kira," Piran gasped, his hot breath tickling Kira's ear. The water rippled around the two of them as the Zora nudged Kira about on his lap, encouraging her to take him as much as she desired. "And so... so tight. You- don't be afraid to take what you want, okay?"
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Kira smirked with Piran's response. A delighted shiver coursed her spine as his hands slid to her rear. The sharp claws pricked ever so slightly on the soft flesh. Never drawing blood, just stepping on that line. She didn't have the current mental capacity to reason it out. All she knew was how it felt when his claws and teeth played at her flesh. His play with her hindquarters adjusted how her hips moved, inching him in and out of her folds. Easing his length further and further into her body. Every inch strange and scintillating, hard and ridged. Filling and stretching. Kira's head spun at the sensation. Even more as his own hips began working against hers.
Piran's breath hissed across her ear sending a shiver down her back. She chuffed a small laugh at his offer to take whatever she wanted. Her hips ground against his as she nuzzled his cheek. A finger slid up and lay against his lips as she sat up in his lap. "Stop talking Piran. I'm never afraid," she said with a grin and a husky growl. Her fingers tucked behind his cheeks, her palms cupping his jaw. She kissed him once again, flicking her tongue against his lips. With the rolling grind she lifted her hips, just a little, and rolled back down. She increased the height just a little each time. Drawing him further and further out before taking him back in.
It was wild, the way he felt against her. His body hard but sleek and silky, warmer than she expected. Slowly she drew away and sat up on his lap, her hands resting on his chest as she rode him. Still slow and easy but rising up enough that only a couple inches were still in her before easing back down. Her chin tilted up and her eyes were nearly closed as she let the heat and sensation wash over her. Large, full breasts danced along with the rhythm for his viewing pleasure. She took her time with him, feeling every inch and movement of his length within her.
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Piran didn't take offense to the way Kira took command of the situation. In fact, he found it was rather hot and sexy of her, which was one of the many reasons why he liked her, let alone respected her. A woman who knew what she liked and did what she could to get it was a welcome relief from ladies who took any handouts one gave them. His smooth Zora hands continued to feel up the Sheikah's hindquarters, squeezing and kneading here and there in between helping her out with little nudges so she could take his cock without further trouble. Piran was content to continue doing just that and keep with the rhythm, but having Kira lean in, cup his jaw and kiss him all whilegrinding her hipsagainst him stupified him. By Hylia, the feeling was fantastic- her cunny was just perfect, her kiss so sweet and that tongue of hers just as playful as the woman it belonged to. Piran let out a long, held breath and kissed her back- of course- but also returned her tongue flick with one of his own in an attempt to get her to double down against him.
Alas, Kira pulled away before Piran could treat her to his version of a passionate kiss, but the view was spectacular. The pace was just right; she was taking him in as well as she could, though Piran desired her to take in even more. As she let the experience soak into her soul, Piran grasped her hips and guided a couple more inches inside of her- the ridges of his red cock slipped past her silken folds with a low hum of pleasure slipping from Piran's lips. He couldn't afford to be too greedy, so Piran relented and let Kira set the pace. Even so, the sight of those large, full breasts swaying and bouncing before him had attracted his attention like bait for a fish.
The Zora immediately cupped Kira's breasts and prodded her nipples with his thumbs. By the Goddess, they were so soft! Piran didn't squeeze them like toys, instead choosing to rotate them and guide them about even as the woman danced atop his lap. He even lifted them up just enough to reveal the creamy, pale undersides, and from there Piran guided his fingers along the crease. Then his gaze was drawn to that vicious scar that started from above Kira's left breast and ended around her right hip. He figured it must have been a painful experience for Kira... and yet, he couldn't keep his fingers off of it. With one hand kneading and pleasing the woman's right breast, Piran traced the scar with his fingers and indulged where he could, all the while making sure that this was a sensual experience for the Sheikah.
The pace was very, very good, though it was starting to come clear that Piran was steadily approaching his 'limit'. His thick member pulsed at a languid pace...
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Kira grinned as she rode him, seeing the look of pleasure and delight on his face. Her own likely a mirror to his, feeling the strange, ridged length of him inside of her. Exotic, different, it was a wonder more women didn't seek out a Zora for a lover. Of course no one likely knew. Kira kept an easy pace, letting the feel of him was over her. Each grind against him sent delighted tremors across her body. It seemed both of them were intentionally keeping this slow which she was enjoying. The feel of him, and not just his length, but the way he touched her. Dragged. Those claws across her skin. It was tantalizing and each shiver, each tremor that darted through her body gathered where their bodies connected, making her face flush and her breathing some in soft little pants.
Piran was fascinated with her breasts. He seemed enraptured as she sat up giving him a good view of them. She hissed in delight as his hands worked them, more so with his thumbs on the sensitive nipple. Her eyes partially closed as she rode him she saw him slow a bit and stare at the scar. Kira's pace was interrupted for a moment. The scar was hideous, she knew that, a mark of her own shame. She wanted to stop him from staring at it or touch it but when his fingers gently laid where the shiny, red flesh stared she shivered. His touch was gentle over the old wound. For a moment, just a moment, she felt her eyes burn and her throat tighten. She held herself in check, raising a hand to lay on Piran's cheek. The way he touched the scar was so sweet, so gentle, she could almost be tricked into thinking it was a thing of beauty. Shit, that turned her on more than the soft rasping of his claws on her flesh.
Once more she found a pace with him. Riding his length with slow, easy strokes. It was more dance than it was just fucking. She could feel him throb inside her. The feeling brought about another grin. Kira moved her hips faster. The new set pace edging to frantic. Her eyes slid a little out of focus as she rode him, not only wanting him to come to that delightful finish but herself as well. For her that sweet pressure built, like flaming water trapped behind a dam. Her breath came in short sharp breaths. Then all at once the damn broke. Kira's body seized, her back arched, her inner walls gripped his length with sudden strength. She made a sound somewhat like a squeak and a moan in one before her body relaxed in waves of shudders.
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It seemed absurd to Piran just how enticing Kira's scar was. Though it looked viciously gruesome, there was a profound beauty to it that had captivated the Zora. It wasn't the same feeling he got from Kira's breasts. Sure, he loved those large, plush orbs bouncing in front of him and loved to work them over with his hands, but for the most part these lovely things only served to fuel the fire of lust in the Zora's soul, and in his loins, of course. The scar was different- it fleshed Kira out for Piran and drew him closer to the woman; fueling the fires of passion and pure infatuation.
"You're so beautiful," Piran whispered once he finished tracing that scar. He looked up at Kira and laid a hand over hers that she laid upon his cheek. "You know that, right?"
Oh how Piran wished he could stay like this forever with Kira. They could just 'dance' together for hours on end, protected by the four walls of this bathhouse and constantly reinvigorated by its luscious steam and water. The Sheikah's body felt divine against his scaled, smooth skin, and her hot cunny went above and beyond anything he had ever had in his entire life. Alas, the Zora was still a mere mortal, and thus he couldn't stand to keep going for much longer. He could feel Kira's hips move from graceful to frantic while her breath came up in cute little gasps. She was gripping him tighter and tighter, and as the pace intensified, Piran realized that he too was nearing his limit.
Goddess... That sound Kira made melted Piran's heart. That and the vicegrip around his length, but honestly, Piran thought that noise was nothing less than cute. He held her hips down and, without even thinking of the ramifications, he released inside. Hot, white ropes of potent seed gushed from his exotic member and surged up into Kira's womb- there was quite a bit of cum that had been stored up for quite some time, but the pressure wasn't too intense to cause discomfort. The Zora gritted his teeth and nudged his hips up to tighten the fit and empty his load, and when he was well and truly finished he would reach for Kira's body and pull her close against his own.
With the fins of his arms trailing down the Sheikah's back and his spent member still wedged inside the beauty, Piran kept close to Kira, not wanting to be apart just yet.
"Kira... Kira, my goodness," Piran panted against her neck and ear. He paused for a moment to peck her cheek before opting to look into her eyes to gauge her reaction. "Are you... How was it?"
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Waves of fire coursed her body as she shuddered in Piran's arms. Her core gripped his length and she felt him go suddenly stiff, grasping her hips and pushing her hips to his. Kira shuddered as she felt his release within her. Actually felt it, the warmth of his seed, the pulsing of his cock. Finally both were spent. Kira felt nearly fit to feint until Piran gathered her up and pulled her close to his strong, broad body. She nestled in tightly as if that was exactly where she belonged. The coursing fire ebbed like the tide and she relaxed into him. Both exhausted and invigorated at the same time. Her breath fell across his neck and collar bone as they held one another, reveling in what they had just experienced.
Kira smiled softly as his breath against her neck and his gentle questions. "You talk too much," she murmured against his neck, managing a small laugh. "But it was...I don't have the words...." she said before nuzzling into his neck, absorbing the feel of his arms around her, his fine trailing down her back. It had been years since she had felt this way. Warm, safe, protected even. In such repose they were both vulnerable and yet, for the time time in ages, Kira was alright with that feeling. More than alright. The loner was happy; happy to share with another.
After a few moments Kira finally sat up, peppering Piran's neck and cheek with butterfly soft kisses. "We should go. There are respects to pay and we should get some sleep. At least we will have real beds to sleep in tonight," she said with a small grin. Kira rose off Piran, she shivered as his length withdrew from her. She wasn't entirely certain of Zora anatomy but based on what she had seen before it would receded into him eventually. With another small smile Kira waded across the warm pool, her core aching blissfully, to the screen. There she washed up quickly before climbing out to dry and dress. Rather than her armor she put on a traditional robe, the belt tight and the sleeves wide. It was a bit cumbersome for her liking but they were safe there.
Her silvery hair was done up into a partial knot while the rest hung to her waist like a shining curtain. With her tights and armor tucked under an arm Kira led Piran through the village. He might note the lack of children. Kira was easily one of the youngest inhabitants. There was also a poignant lack of men to work the small fields they had. Kira left her armor at her parents' home and led Piran to the massive temple near waterfalls. A grand flight of stairs led them up to the sanctum, passing an old, childhood friend. "Paya! Good to see you!" Kira said in a cheery voice. Rather uncharacteristic of the woman but she was in an unabashedly pleasant mood. "H-hello...Kira..." Paya said as she backed away, staring at Piran. Kira ushered Piran inside. "Paya is terrified of men," she whispered to him with a small chuckle.
Impa raised her elderly, wrinkled face as the pair entered. Her white eyebrows rose before pulling together. "Mmmm...A Zora out of water. Interesting," she said with a piercing gaze. All Sheikah had red eyes, Impa was no different. She stared at the pair with a suspicious gleam before gesturing for them to approach. "Dorian tells me you wish for new gear and supplies....so you leave again Kira...with your...friend." Her smile was eerie, as if she knew everything about them, especially what had transpired in the bathhouse. "Granted...but you know....a time will come when choices must be made..." She said cryptically. Her red eyes centered on Piran and narrowed. "A Zora warrior belongs with his kin as much as a Sheikah belongs with hers. If the fate of Hyrule depending on the loyalty of your kind...would you be so quick to rebuke it?" Everything was a riddle with the aged Sheikah woman. Even with her cryptic questions Paya appeared and disappeared a number of times, always glancing to Piran with a red face. She laid out swords, bows, quivers of arrow, packs of food, even some potions
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Piran wanted to stay a while longer under the guise of actually bathing, but if he tried to tell that to Kira, she would see right through him. He just wanted to spend more time with her here in this secluded, safe and luxurious bathhouse. Alas, the both of them needed to carry on with their adventure- Piran needed to return to Zora's Domain and tell the others about the Lynel's death, and Kira needed to find Boko once again. He rose out from the water, made certain that his 'little soldier' was resting back where it belonged, took a good, long look at Kira wading away and then, finally, got out to put on what little armor he had.
As the two walked through the village, refreshed and closer than ever before, Piran was quick to notice just how sparse the population was. Indeed, there were very few children, but so few men as well. Besides Dorian and Cado, Piran only saw two other men- a Cucoo enthusiast and a pumpkin grower. Perhaps the Calamity had been hard on them, yet with all the years that passed since then, Piran found it strange that they, the Sheikah, weren't trying to pump up their numbers. At least this Paya girl was around and- by Hylia, this shy thing hadcurves for days. Piran did his best not to stare; he didn't want to be caught looking at another woman when Kira, the woman he had just had sex with, was so close by.
Besides, Piran had already made up his mind about Kira, even if he wasn't aware of it.
"I'll try not to make any sudden moves around her, then," Piran replied to Kira.
Meeting Impa, Piran had to check his bitterness at the door. He had nothing against Impa personally, what with having just met her, but the arrogant Zora had little respect for the elderly. He hated being lectured and hated listening to long-winded stories about nothing, and even worse was when they tried to teach him about nonsensical things or give him advice about events that were far beyond anyone then. They were too rooted in the old days and old ways- disconnected from the troubles facing the youth of today. He held his tongue at Impa's comment, but surely she would see the odd look on his face. Thankfully Piran was still in a very, very good mood- all thanks to Kira.
"Look... Impa, right?" Piran glanced over to Kira for reassurance before continuing on. "I'm not one for cryptic messages and deep philiosophy or whatever it is. I'm just here for the gear and supplies... and for Kira. So, uh, anything you can spare would be much appreciated."
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Piran was lucky that Kira wasn't the jealous type. Well that wasn't true. Sure they'd just finished having sex but Kira wasn't exactly a fool or naive. Piran didn't belong to her just as she didn't belong to him. Even if she noticed the look, however fleeting, Piran gave Paya Kira wouldn't act on it. Never mind the little fire in her belly, the sudden itch in her hand urging her to punch something. She drew in a long, quiet breath and focused her gaze on Impa. There was no reason to get heated about things that, perhaps, didn't matter. Impa was quick to grant their request for weapons and supplies. Though she was just as quick to throw her warning riddles at them. Kira glanced to Piran as he looked at her and she gave him a small nod. She wasn't certain he couldn't say much to Impa that she hadn't said worse.
Impa's silvery white eyebrows rose at Piran as he spoke. Her eyes darted from him to Kira then back again. "Oh ho not one for deep philosophy and cryptic messages. Very well then I shall be blunt. Once you are returned to your domain I suggest you stay there. Choose a companion from your own species and stay where you belong." Though her eyes were focused on Piran it was clear the message was for both of them. Her gaze drifted over to Kira and softened almost to sadness. "I have never demanded or forced you to stay if you are called else where. Just remember where your home is, your family. I am sure the time is drawing near and I fear what that may mean for our people, for Hyrule. The Yiga grow stronger while we grow weaker. If there are no guardians, if the stories are forgotten..."
"Then share them!" Kira snapped suddenly, her fists clenched tightly. "They are stories, not secrets. All the races are so disconnected..." She paused and looked up at Piran. "Like Mipha...we do not know her story, it isn't shared...we're stronger together. Even Yiga can change...if you would just reach out to them..."
"Collective minds are not easily changed. Do as you will, Kira. You always have, despite better judgements. Despite turning your back on your people. I have hope that, when the day comes, you will just make the right choice. You as well, Zora. Take heed. Stay with your own kind if you care what becomes of your people. Clearly some cannot take such advice and would rather make another attempt with ally with a different group." Her final shot ended with a small, haughty sniff.
Kira was notably taken aback by the suggestion that she didn't care about her people. Enough so she stepped backwards, a hand resting on her chest. "How did you...never mind. Thank you for your advice my Lady Impa and for the supplies." Shaken by Impa's reference Kira bowed, her anger quelled as quickly as flames in a storm. Paya had made bundles of all the items, making two easy to carry packs with all the provided items. She had them by the door for the pair, her face red still and her eyes down cast.
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Kira's anger might have been taken away, smothered or repressed in the effort to save face, but Piran couldn't say the same. He wasn't a Sheikah; he had no ties to his place and no say in what happened to the people here. He was a Zora, and as Impa implied, it was more along his business to stay with them and live his life without venturing too far out. But Piran was young and filled with hot blood that was boiling at that very second. Again, without thinking of the consequences, Piran took a step forward once Kira was finished and jabbed a sharp claw at Impa from across the room.
"Alright, now you listen here you little tart," Piran growled. "I don't care how old or wise or respected you are. If you want to be a bitter stick in the mud, more power to you; but don't you dare tell me how to live my life." The orange Zora could sense the other two Sheikah's eyes upon him, and yet he kept talking regardless. "And while we're at it, maybe those Yiga Clan assholes- whoever or whatever they are- are only growing strongerbecause you choose to grow weak. You seclude and disconnect yourself from the rest of Hyrule and you're going to find yourself left behind."
Piran knew that last statement was also meant for him and his people; a textbook case of the pot calling the kettle black. But despite his rash arrogance and loudmouthed nature, Piran at least had the decency to admit that he and his people had a problem. With his anger vented, Piran folded his long arms across his chest and awaited a reply, or worse, exile.
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Why Kira was surprised that Piran wouldn't let thing lay she didn't know. Rather than back off and follow her Piran stepped forward. Her spin stiffened as he pointed at Impa and returned fire. Her mouth fell open as Piran ranted right back. It was, in a way, impressive. Piran was brave, bold, if perhaps a little foolish. Kira wanted to stop him, she should have stopped him. Instead she just watched with a small glow of pride in her chest. She didn't delude herself that this was in her defense. Impa had said enough about him and his people to warrant a response. The trouble was Piran didn't fully understand the implications of Impa's statements. Kira swallowed as Piran finished, her eyes drifting to Impa.
The old woman listened to the rant with distant eyes. Both bored and disinterested. His words washed over her, she didn't seem to care in the least. The irony of his words was not lost on her. The Zora were equally guilty of xenophobia. His little rant wasn't about to change her mind. All she could do was sigh quietly and shake her head. "The youth never understand until it is too late. Just go. Stay the night in the village and be gone. Kira, you would do well to teach this Zora some manners." She waved her hand dismissively.
Kira's body jerked into motion after being stuck and frozen. She reached forward and took hold of Piran's wrist. "Remember we are being given supplies," she said quietly with a little pull to his arm. Paya kept glancing at Piran as she handed the bundles to them. Kira quirked an eyebrow at Paya before shooting her a glare. Childhood friend or not she had best keep her eyes to herself. Paya was quick to leave once the bundles were handed over.
Once outside Kira heaved a long breath before suddenly wrapping her arms around Piran's waist. "That was pretty stupid but...I appreciated it anyways." She laughed as she stepped back and shouldered the pack. "Probably explains why I left pretty well huh?" She added with another laugh. Kira led him to her parents' house. The sun was setting, sending dramatic shadows across the village. As they arrived Dorian was already in bed. Kiyo was sewing by the hearth. She looked up as the pair arrived and raised her eyebrows. "You can stay in your old room," she said quietly before going back to her sewing. Kira nodded and waved for Piran to follow. Up a ladder and into a partial loft. Since she had left it had been used for storage. Still there were blankets, padding, and pillows laid out. It struck Kira that the loft was pretty open and certainly not private.
"Hope this is ok...what do Zora normally sleep on? Or in? Do you sleep in water?" She thought back to the morning. He had sort of dug himself into the river bank. "There are pools further up the mountains if that would be better."
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Piran had said what he wanted to say. He scoffed at Impa's dismissive comment, turned back towards Kira and scooped up his own bundle before heading out with the one Sheikah he actually, genuinely liked. His temper was still roaring- he didn't mean to ignore Paya, but at the time he wasn't looking for intrigue or flattering, embarrassed gazes. He was irritated with old toads like Impa- those who sat in one spot for days on end and expected people to come to them for advice. Bah, the old woman could rot on her pillow for all Piran cared.
The hug then caught Piran off guard and put a blanket over the fire wrought by his temper.
"You're welcome," the Zora snapped back with a small smirk. He patted Kira's back in passing until the two had to step away. "And don't worry, I don't think any less of you for leaving this village. I can totally understand."
Back at Dorian and Kiyo's home, Piran marvelled at how the day had come to a close so quickly. Granted, so much had happened today... The Zora noticed the loft in the home and, seeing as it wasn't too private, he figured it would be a good idea to keep his voice down and, more importantly, his hands to himself. He clambered up the ladder after Kira and laid out his bundle of weapons and supplies for inspection.
"It'd be better if I stayed here with you," Piran replied with a glum nod of his head as he sat on his own little sleeping arrangement. "We Zora typically sleep in water. In Zora's Domain, there are multiple pools at comfortable temperatures that we sleep in. Even the local inn has a few water beds for travellers, should they decide to indulge." His frown kept for a moment longer until he looked over at Kira and couldn't help but smile. His sharp teeth came out as he let loose a little chuckle. "Yeah... Again, it'd be better if I slept here. If I went up the mountain and slept in one of those pools all by my lonesome, the whole village is gonna wake up tomorrow morning to a Zora deep-fried in a pool of water superheated by his boiling blood."
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"It'd be better if I stayed here with you," Piran replied with a glum nod of his head as he sat on his own little sleeping arrangement. "We Zora typically sleep in water. In Zora's Domain, there are multiple pools at comfortable temperatures that we sleep in. Even the local inn has a few water beds for travellers, should they decide to indulge." His frown kept for a moment longer until he looked over at Kira and couldn't help but smile. His sharp teeth came out as he let loose a little chuckle. "Yeah... Again, it'd be better if I slept here. If I went up the mountain and slept in one of those pools all by my lonesome, the whole village is gonna wake up tomorrow morning to a Zora deep-fried in a pool of water superheated by his boiling blood."
For just a moment Kira felt a strange little pang in her chest. He sounded so glum and resigned with staying with her. His words. That was stupid. Of course he would prefer sleeping where it was more comfortable. Kira set down her bundle as he spoke of how Zora slept, unrolling it to reveal the supplies. Despite the foul interaction they had been well supplied. Very first she picked up the new weapon. Another Eightfold Blade. The hilt felt wrong, it was new and not worn in with her hand. It would need some breaking in. The water beds he spoke of sounded interesting, she'd like to give that a try. His comments about a fried Zora made her blink a moment before laughing quietly. That toothy, unabashed grin of his was delightful and made her heart light.
"Don't let them bother you," she said as she stood and unsheathed the sword. Perfectly balanced of course, sharp as a razor. It hissed through the air as she gave it a couple of one handed swings before a flick and sheathing it once more. "I found it just isn't worth it. Easier to leave than deal with her. All of them really..." she said with a huffed sigh, her thumb absently rubbing the hilt of the new weapon. "If people want to stay stuck in the past then I say let them. That's the point of the past isn't it? So we learn but not cling to." Her words were distant as if speaking a long memorized mantra. Quickly she brought herself back and set the weapon back down
Quietly she padded over to Piran where he sat on the bedding. Given their height difference he was at chest level with her while sitting. Kira leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek accompanied by a cheeky grin. "So don't let them boil your blood, ok? It's really not worth getting cooked over," she said with a small laugh. "We should get some sleep. I would like to head out early, preferably before anyone else wakes. I don't care for goodbyes." For a moment Kira hesitated, really and truly considering moving her own bedding closer to his. She had cut their after sex cuddling short and felt the need to remedy that. Probably shouldn't. Maybe it wasn't a Zora thing anyways. She stood back up to head to her own bedroll and turn in for the night.
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Kira seemed to have a lot of experience with leaving inexplicably, or trying to make friends with other races/species, if what Impa said was correct. Oh yes, Piran was observant despite his pigheadedness and arrogance- he caught the way Kira held her scar and recoiled at certain words Impa drove against her. There was much to dig into and discuss, but it wasn't the right time to bring it all up. Besides, the night was coming to a close and it wouldn't be wise to sleep on bad thoughts. The muscled Zora hummed in thought as Kira vented and inspected her equipment, and when she came up to peck him on the cheek, his smile soon widened. To think that he would find himself falling in love with this Sheikah...!
"I don't care for goodbyes either," Piran mumbled as he watched Kira head back to her bedroll.
That would have been the end of it. Perhaps it was a good idea to just go to sleep separate from one another. But then Piran remembered just how warm Kira had felt against his smooth skin, the noises she made that melted his heart and her general aura that calmed his nerves. The Zora was big, strong and able, and yet he wasn't above the hollow, cold feeling of loneliness. As Kira retreated, Piran took up his bedroll and blankets and crept over to the young woman only to lay beside her should she settle down.
The Zora opened his mouth to say something, but figuring he had very little to convey and knowing that Kira had cheekily remarked that he talked too much, he shut it and let his lips fall back into that small smile of his. Wordlessly he would try and press his body against Kira's backside- his sharp, clawed hands would drape over and clasp around the woman's waist while his gaunt, strong face lingered near the back of her neck. Piran seemed inexperienced with this sort of thing, cuddling, but he was being courageously forward in desiring it. Of course, if Kira objected, the Zora would relent.
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Kira laid down in the comfortable, soft bedding. Not quite as plush as some inns were but better than hard ground. She was not so tired, not so unaware, that she didn't hear Piran move. While she recognized his strength and prowess in battle he was no Sheikah. Stealth wasn't his style. She didn't move as he put his bedding down beside hers and laid behind her. As he wrapped his arms around her she nestled back, shifting to make them both comfortable. Kira couldn't keep a smile from her face as she felt his warm, smooth, strong body envelope hers. She snuggled back so close it might be hard to discern where one began and the other ended.
A low, content sigh heaved from her chest as she relaxed in his arms. One hand found his, winding her fingers between his own. Her other arm stretched out under her head. By the Goddess she hadn't felt so comfortable and content in ages. So safe and warm. She had been traveling alone for so long...but it was more than just having someone to travel with. Still more than simply having a lover. Piran was more than a comfort between her legs. He made her heart beat a little faster, her blood a little bit warmer. Her thumb idly brushed his hand back and forth as she reveled in the feel of him fully engulfing her back. The thumb began to slow, her breathing evened out, until she fell asleep.
The homes lacked a great deal of windows. Just enough to get some natural light inside. It was enough as the sun dawned. Kira, as always, woke with the sun. Normally she was quick to wake. Her eyes snapped open and she was up in less than a minute. This morning she yawned widely, her eyes fluttering sleepily. So comfy. Another yawn and a slow, languid stretch with a quiet but long and high pitched groan. Finally she hauled herself up and stretched again, reaching towards the rafters, with another wide yawn. Curled up so comfortably with Piran seemed to set a lazy effect on her. Still, she liked waking up in his arms. Finally up and awake Kira set about dressing. Piran had seen her naked already, no reason to be shy. She removed the traditional robes unabashedly and pulled on her underthings, bound her breasts with wide linen cloth and pulled on her usual stealth armor. She brushed then braided her silvery hair, securing it all to the back of her head with the clever use of a single pin. For the time beating she left the mask down. Bow and quiver to her back, sword at her ample hip. Quiet as a shadows whisper she waved for Piran to follow her out of the house.
No one was up yet in the village. The sun barely gracing them with light. They hadn't really discussed where they would go exactly. Kira knew she needed to head north. Following paths would make the trip longer but easier...but Piran said he wasn't the best climber and she was sure there would be climbing involved. "What do you think Piran? Is there a path through Zora's domain that will get us back to that plateau? My map is in my saddle bags...so I can't really say exactly where Boko will be. On the far side of the plateau where the Lynel was...but I don't remember there being paths. Lots of waterfalls of course....so the only way I know is to take the road all the way around." Such a trip would take days. While it would be a good excuse to stay with Piran longer she wanted to get to Boko as soon as possible. He might be a strong horse but she worried about what might happen to him if left alone for too long. She looked notably concerned, rubbing her arm as she stared northward.
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Again, Piran wasn't the best at climbing. Falling with style, however, was something he was fantastic at. With gravity at his back and water below, he had no fear of leaping off tall cliffs or mountaintops. Plus, thanks to his species' unique anatomy and masterful swimming, waterfalls wouldn't be a problem. What was a problem, however, was that most waterfalls were found mainly in Faron and north/north-east of Zora's Domain. Still, one couldn't complain too much, for water was nearly everywhere.
"There is a path back to that plateau, yes, and it shouldn't involve much climbing. East of Zora's Domain is a dam that has stairs we can climb up," Piran explained as he hefted his knapsack of travelling supplies over his shoulder. He still had his wicked dagger, but now his armament was supplemented with a good wooden bow, a quiver stacked with arrows and a long sword that was too cumbersome for a normal Hylian to wield. "If we head towards the mouth of Zora River, we can take the trail all the way into Zora's Domain and restock on supplies there; perhaps even get a good meal and rest at the inn while we're there."
For a moment the Zora paused in thought. His mind drifted to the sound night's sleep he got with Kira balled up in front of him. Piran figured he could get used to sleeping with her, or better yet, sleeping with her so close to him. His teeth poked out from between his lips as he offered a thoughtful smile.
"So, the way I see it... We could go straight north outta this cozy little hamlet, jump down into that lake and wade out over and onto the Lanayru Wetlands, go west down that big slope we came up on and follow the road past Wetland Stable to get to Inogo Bridge- and I don't recommend that because it'll take forever- or we could head northeast." The tall, orange Zora pointed up towards the forest overlooking the village from the northeast. Kira might have heard some legend about a Great Fairy watching over this area. "If we can get to the Rutala River, we can ford it and try and climb up to Zobodon Highlands. Though... That'll be a challenge for me to climb, and the river could be a challenge for you to cross, but I could always carry you. What do you think?"
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Kira perked up some at the mention of going to Zora's Domain. He had mentioned her going there before but she thought perhaps they were idle words. The other Zora wouldn't be too happy if he showed up with her in tow. At least that's what she imagined. Then again, perhaps an escort by a Zora might ease the tension a little bit. She nodded some as she listened to him. Pausing there to restock on food and a decent rest at an inn sounded good. Plus she would get to see Zora's Domain. That desire was what started this whole misadventure. How she had met Piran. It was wild but she honestly couldn't say she would have changed anything. Her body tingled and shivered some as she remembered their encounter in the bath house and being so comfortably curled up with him for the night.
Her mind was just a little distant as he went over different paths they could take as she remembered their time in vivid details. She felt her ears burn at the memory then shook her head somewhat to clear her mind out. Had to focus. Piran didn't seem too thrilled about climbing so the path northward, the more direct path, was out of the question. Honestly she wondered if she was even willing to climb that much. While she wanted to spend as much time with Piran as should could before they parted ways she couldn't let that take precedence over Boko. Strong he might be she didn't want him out in the wild all alone too much longer.
"I sounds like the fastest way is through the wetlands. I'm...guessing you mean jumping off the cliffs here and into the lake," she said with a small sigh. Goddess help her. The Zora was a little nutty. No, it was the faster route. "Ok then let's go that way." Ugh she was going to be wet again. Good thing she bothered to braid her hair that morning. "Come on it's this way," she said with a small wave and led Piran through the still dark village. No one came out to offer goodbyes or try and stop them from leaving. Cado was on watch at the steps of Lady Impa's home. His red eyes narrowed at the pair as they passed. Kira glanced at him for a moment before suddenly quickening her stride.
The came to a small copse in the mountains, half of it filled with oddly rounded stones. "This is the graveyard of our people," Kira said quietly as they passed through the gravestones. The graveyard ended in a sudden and sheer cliff. Kira edged forward and peered over the edge. Heights didn't exactly bother her, she was strong enough not to fall. Trouble was she wasn't a strong swimmer. Yet she set a hard face. Can't appear weak, especially in front of Piran. Even if her heart thundered in her chest and her legs felt like jelly. For a moment she felt frozen, suddenly unwilling to go down this particular path.
"One, two, three, go!" She suddenly shouted and took a running leap off the edge. There was nothing graceful about it. She jumped as far as she could before balling up and fell like an ungainly rock into the lake below. As soon as she hit she kicked and scrambled for the surface.
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Indeed, while Kira's mind drifted back to that fateful moment in the bathhouse, so too did Piran's mind come back to it. Like seeing one of the three legendary dragons of old, the Zora was unlikely to forget the moment or not bring it up from time to time. It was such a lovely encounter; Kira was so warm and soft in his lap that he figured he could rant about her for an hour or so without losing steam. But as much as Piran liked the idea of reminiscing about that moment or, even better, hoping for more in the future, they had an adventure to embark on.
"A graveyard," Piran repeated as he followed in Kira's footsteps. As the Sheikah checked the lake beneath the sheer cliff Piran leaned in for a closer examination of those round stones. "Strange. This is the first time I've ever seen one in person. We Zora tend to... Ah, well... nevermind."
Ach, Kira probably would care half as much as Piran aboutthat, and he cared about it so very little to begin with. Though, he was still young by Zora standards. Regardless, he was brought out of his thoughtful funk when he heard Kira's shouting, frantic scrambling and finally the leap off the edge. For a second the tall Zora stood there, red eyes wide in shock and awe before he followed suit. He quickly slipped his pack and bow into a better, more secure position across his body and lunged out and away to dive into the lake below with all the grace granted to him as a Zora diver.
Thank goodness for that soothing time in the bathhouse or else Piran's sores would have flared up at impact. With Kira having displaced the water with her buxom frame- not that it was needed- Piran disappeared into the water, descended a few meters beneath the scrambling Sheikah and then twisted his body to arc back towards the surface. On the way up he reached out and snagged the back of Kira's armor with his clawed hand, soon tugging her up to the surface where she could breathe comfortably. After that, Kira would be on her own as Piran let go of her and swam alongside her on a course for a nearby patch of land that held a destroyed, abandoned homestead.
"You're a crazy woman, Kira," Piran shouted in an impressed tone of voice.
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Kira was making progress towards the surface. Being weighted down with a pack didn't help. She didn't open her eyes under the water and thus didn't see Piran enter shortly after her. The sudden grab at the back of her armor startled her and for a brief second she balled a fist to fight. Then she realized whatever had grabbed her was pull her up. Just as they both broke the surface she realized it must be Piran. She gasped deep as they made it to the surface. Blinking water from her eyes and sputtering a little she pushed some escaped hair from her face. Never again. This was the last time she traveled by swimming.
Paddling to show would be a little slow. Mostly Kira swam like a horse, head and bottom above the surface while her limbs propelled her in a slow, cantering motion. She looked over at Piran as he shouted to her. Water sputtered and bubbled as Kira gave a short, sharp laugh. "I've been told that." At least he sounded somewhat impressed, that made her heart a little light. Chatting wasn't in her best interest at the moment. Her mouth and nose were just barely out of the water as she paddled along side of Piran. She did keep glancing over at him though, noting how right he looked in the water. Sleek and at ease. She couldn't fully ignore the small voice that made commentary on how different they were.
Finally they made it to the shallows of the wetlands. The moment she was able to touch the squishy, mucky bottom Kira stood up. Wading up and up until the water was at the ankles. She paused a moment and leaned over, hand on her knees, panting softly. It only then struck her how stupid that idea had been. She was soaked again, her tights clinging and bunching uncomfortably. "I need to start taking off my clothes when we decide to throw ourselves off cliffs..." she grumbled as she stood back up looking over at Piran. "No wonder Zora don't wear clothing. Ok, let's go." She said with a sharp nod and started walking through the wetlands.
They had come up to a dry point where a small homestead had once been. Back before the destruction of the calamity. It was in a sad state of decay, a skeleton of better times in their land. The sun was only just fully rising, their departure perfectly timed to avoid any potential run ins with Stalfos but still early enough to avoid run ins with her family. However it would quickly become clear that Kira was not a shrinking violet when it came to the monsters of their land. Lizafos were common in the wetlands and might have been easy to avoid. Kira didn't believe in that though.
The first one she noticed at a distanced and waved for Piran to stop. With a nasty little grin she drew her mask up over her nose, despite its dampness. Even with wet armor she made little to no sound as she crept forward, drawing her blade. It might be a strange thing to at first easily see her then have her suddenly seem to disappear into the shadow of the mangrove trees, only occasionally seen when passing by patches of light. The Lizafo was entirely unaware of the Sheikah stalking it. She was fast, efficient, and quiet as she jumped from the shadows. One strike was all it took. The Lizafo tried to shriek in surprise but only a gurgling came out as he blade sliced open its throat. It fell, twitched, and died. Kira stooped down and cut off a bit of its tail. Good for potion making.
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Piran had to suppress the urge to agree with Kira as she grumbled about taking off her clothes before diving. He imagined he looked a little smug and perverted standing there as Kira worried over her ever-tight tights and armor. And when she remarked about Zora not needing to wear clothing, Piran could only guffaw in reply. True, Zora didn't need to wear clothing as all their 'naughty bits', as one Hylian remarked, were covered up unless in private intimacy, but fine garments weren't out of the question. If swimming and getting wet wasn't on the schedule for the day, then finding a Zora in a kimono or yukata wouldn't be out of the ordinary. Piran wouldn't be caught dead in one of those, however.
"If all goes well, Kira," Piran offered with a smile as the two of them wandered over the remains of that homestead, "you shouldn't have to worry about water until after we reach Zora's Domain."
Being a tall, brutish hunk of a Zora, Piran wasn't suited for clandestine operations unless they involved deep water. These wetlands off in the distance weren't deep enough to conceal his bulk, and with the water sloshing about under his form, he was bound to be heard by any monster he tried to creep up on. Kira didn't seem to have that problem. Whether through skill, patience or some special nature in her armor, she was able to sneak up on a lone Lizalfos Piran thought he could follow Kira with his eyes, but once she was far enough she seemed to blur from his vision only to reappear somewhere he thought inconceivable. Either way, with the dead lizard monster bleeding out into the water of the wetlands and Kira happily hacking away at the beast's tail, Piran took the cue to approach.
"Should mostly be Lizalfos around here, but watch out for a Hinox," Piran warned as he shifted close to Kira in a crouch. He was right at eye-level with the Sheikah now, and totally out of his element crouched down like this. "Supposedly there's one in these wetlands. Blasted things are usually sleeping 24/7, but who knows, we might find this one wandering around looking for a meal."
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Kira looked up as Piran approached. She shook the bit of tail she hacked off to get rid of most of the blood before stashing it away. He crouched near her, putting himself at eye level. Kira blinked a moment at him. It was almost adorable that he crouched like that. Like he was going to sneak around and slit throats. She couldn't help a small smile as she looked him in the eye. After a moment she reached over and patted his shoulder. "Between you and me, Piran, I don't think there is too much to worry about. We did fight a Lynel, remember? A Hinox shouldn't be too much of a problem after that." Her confidence was almost ridiculous.
Though with him so perfectly at eye level she smirked. In one quick motion she lowered her masked and kissed his cheek before moving back with a small laugh, pulling her mask back up. "And you don't have to crouch Piran. I know you aren't a Sheikah...sneaking around and attacking from the shadows is probably not your usual fighting style. Not with all those muscles," she said, her squinting eyes indicative of a sly smirk, a glint of appreciative desire in those ruby red eyes. She would not soon forget those muscles enveloping her, both for sleep and in the bath. A little, joyful shiver raced through her at the still fresh memory. No, had to focus. The wetlands weren't overly dangerous but they needed to be on guard.
Onward through the wetlands. Kira walked along side of Piran, her hand resting idly on the hilt of her sword. While she seemed somewhat at ease she never stopped glancing around. Watching, waiting for any sign of attack. It wasn't just monsters to fear either. Though they were certainly more prevalent. Kira had a very strict 'kill on sight' policy when it came to monsters. Occasionally she even forgot to warn Piran before suddenly slinking off to go after Lizafo. Quick and sudden, there was little chance for them to fight back. Kira always took the tail too. They fetched a decent price at markets for the use in potion making.
Another kill, this time it was two lizafo at once. It was a short fight. The first killed with her usual ruthless efficiency. The second was noisier. As it tried to rush Kira she dodged to the side and sliced its arm clean off. Screeching and howling in pain she was quick to silence it with a cut to its throat. Though the sounds had drawn another. Kira was busily cutting off tails as she did and didn't notice the small hill that had began to grow behind her. A slow, lumbering giant had woken from the shrieks of dying lizafo. The Hinox was not happy at being woken from its nap.
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While many Zora enforced the same policy Kira liked when it came to monsters, killing on sight, there were several crafty fishermen and scavengers who chose to observe from afar- Lizalfos, Bokoblins and Moblins were stupid monsters, but they were clever in their own way. By being patient and tracking their habits, one could swoop in just as a monster or a group of them had resources within their grasp and take them for themselves. Few fishermen liked shadowing Lizalfos as they themselves scoured the rivers for fish. It was dangerous work, but profitable. On dry ground, however, even if Zora were out of their element they weren't ones to back down from a fight, and Piran was no exception.
He took Kira's 'advice'. How could Piran not give her words merit after that cute kiss on the cheek? So soft, so plush, so sweet- Piran could see himself stooping to Kira's level often so long as she kept giving him some sugar, but yet, he had his pride to worry about. He stood tall and placed his hands on his hips, abs on full display and biceps to spare, and guffawed.
"I suppose you're right. Besides, subtlety isn't my forte," Piran commented with an arrogant flair to his tone. "I wager it's about time you realized just howpopularI am with monsters."
A smart Zora would have avoided getting into too many fights or attracting unnecessary attention, but seeing Kira dispatch three Lizalfos made Piran hungry for a fight. He felt as if he needed to prove his strength to her by dispatching simple mooks and gathering up the spoils. Sure, he had proved himself well enough with the Lynel, but Piran wasn't about to let Kira have all the fun. He came upon a couple Lizalfos minding their business- roasting fish from the looks of things- and slinked off to dispatch them with the aid of his trusty, wicked dagger and martial arts. The lizard monsters heard the Zora approach and moved to intercept him, but their flailing, pathetic attacks only offered Piran windows of opportunity that he seized.
After dodging a tongue attack, Piran reached out and grabbed the assaulting Lizalfos by the horn, twisted its head to the side and jabbed a sharp elbow right into its neck. Another strike forced the damn thing to the ground where it twitched in agony before dying. The Lizalfos' comrade, armed with a spear, rushed in to try and impale Piran, but the Zora was quicker and had better reach. He slid his foot into the Lizalfos' ribs and knocked the creature aside before finishing it off with his dagger. He didn't try to scavenge any supplies or cut off any resources- Piran wasn't too resourceful, not like Kira.
When the Hinox- that great blue, one-eyed abomination- waddled over to the two of them and licked its lips in desire, so too did Piran. Though a Hinox was a mere kitten compared to a Lynel, it was still a large and tempting target. Plus, there looked to be two Knight's Broadswords affixed to the giant's necklace, and Piran wanted them. They were powerful, sturdy tools that were only bested by Royal Gear! Seeing as the Hinox was focused more on him, what with Piran being so tall and such a tempting meal, the Zora approached the Giant with his bow drawn.
"Oh Kira!" Piran called out as he aimed right for the Hinox's only eye. "We have an admirer!"
He loosed his arrow and watched as it missed the Hinox's eye and instead thudded right into its flared nostril and all the disgusting mucus held within. The giant recoiled with a pained grunt, though it also seemed surprised that anyone would try and pick its nose with a sharp, feathered stick. Sheepish at his accuracy, Piran drew another arrow and flung it into the giant's eye- straight and true. At that the giant lurched back in agony and fell right on its ass with its hands covering its wounded eye. With the window of opportunity now forced open, Piran holstered his bow, drew out that Sheikah greatsword/nodachi and went to hack away at its side!