Disclaimer: most of this belongs to Nintendo… except the stuff that belongs to me of course.
(xXx) denotes a shift in perspective.
The Desert stretches on endlessly before me. Or at least it certainly seems endless, somewhere I know… no I remember that it isn't. Not that the knowledge made the vast expanse of arid sand before me seem any smaller.
I tear my gaze from the horizon and turn to my horse, Epona. I stop for a moment to admire the well muscled cinnamon before I walk over and give her nose an affectionate rub.
I smile as she pushes her nose into my hand with a good-natured whicker. I reach over and pat her muscular neck, she has been my closest companion through many adventures.
My throat feels like an overused piece of sandpaper in the sweltering heat (how the Gerudo deal with it I'll never know) so I give her nose another pat then I reach down and grab the canteen hanging on my belt. I raise the container to my lips and gulp thirstily at the blessedly cool liquid.
My nose wrinkles at the oddly medicinal taste produced by the small amount of Red Potion that I mixed in with the water. An old woman recommended the trick to me before I set out into the desert. It worked well too, the potion kept the relentless sun from cooking my skin and kept the worst of the dehydration at bay.
I turn and gather Epona's reigns then I lead her carefully down the dune we are on, the rust colored sand shifts underfoot making every step more of a trial than it should be. As the heat of the day increases I can't help but be thankful of the changes I'd made to my clothing before I set out into the desert.
My green tunic opens farther in the front than it normally does and it is sleeveless (I need to be careful when I finally come across the Gerudo, the all female society tends to get touchy-feely around exposed man-skin… now that I think about it though, maybe I shouldn't be careful) I had forgone my usual white undershirt and my tan pants were made of a much lighter material. I still wore the knee high brown boots as well as a pair of fingerless gauntlets.
Despite the heat I wear a small amount of armor (hot or not considering the sheer amount of unfortunate events that my very existence seems to generate I'm a firm believer in readiness). A pair of steel vanbraces covers the forearms of my gauntlets and I have steel greaves strapped on over my boots.
The sword and shield on my back sit easily. After years of carrying them I find their weight is more of a reassurance than a burden. The sword is a simple thing, three and a half feet of steel sturdily made and lightly enchanted so it won't break or lose its edge. My shield is quite possibly even less striking, a battered, scratched thing with small patches of red and blue paint that might at one time have been a symbol.
I take a moment to check my other gear. Or at least the stuff that isn't currently crammed into my grow-pouch. a marvelous thing ( and you would never know to look at it, the worn leather of the exterior is distinctly unremarkable) that allows me to keep a seemingly endless amount of gear and supplies on my person, all I have to do is touch an object to the mouth of the pouch and it disappears inside and I just reach inside to remove any object I desire.
I reach down and grip the handle of the dagger attached horizontally to the back of my belt to make sure it is readily available. An amulet bounces against my chest as I walk and I raise a hand to still it, unconsciously rubbing the white stone at its center before I let my hand drop.
xXx)Anora peered up over the top of the small dune she was hidden behind. Her sharp fire-gold eyes fixed on the figure that she had been following for the better part of the day. Now as she drew ever closer she could make out the details of the intruder.
He was tall and wore a deep green tunic; she narrowed her eyes and saw some kind of windsock hat on his head, so definitely not from one of the deep desert tribes. His horse drew her gaze and she had to admit it was a very fine animal.
Her gaze strayed next to his weaponry, he wore a simple long-sword and shield on his back and a recurve bow of impressive size hung in a sheath on his saddle.
Her eyes widened suddenly as she noticed his ears, they were pointed and marked him clearly as a Hylian. Anora ducked back down behind the dune and began to slink away. Her sisters needed to know of this intruder.
I took her several hours to reach the other members of her patrol. The tallest of the three Gerudo stood and walked over to her, the older woman smiled, her full lips curving upwards. Anora knelt swiftly and pressed a fist to her heart '' I bear tidings Aveil'' she said. The other woman nodded and replied ''speak sister, what have you seen?''
Anora said '' there is an intruder on the sands, he is well armed and he leads a horse as fine as our own.'' She paused and looked at Aveil '' he is also a Hylian.'' Aveil raised an eyebrow and stretched languorously.
Anora licked her suddenly dry lips as her eyes roved over the other woman's lush curves, she shook herself mentally to rid her mind of the thought's… and images that Aveil's provocative motion evoked.
Aveil finished then turned to Anora and said ''well lets track this Hylian and see what he is doing in our desert'' Anora nodded and turned away ''follow me, I'll lead you to him.
It was nightfall before the Gerudo patrol found his camp. The four women spread out into two groups and settled down to watch him. Anora lay on her belly next to Aveil under the small tent they had erected.
The piece of reddish cloth was cunningly designed to mimic a small sand drift. Anora watched the young man as he sat next to his fire. She noted the ease with which he set up his camp, he was obviously an experienced traveler.
Anora glanced over at Aveil ''should we move on him?'' she asked. Aveil shook her head ever so slightly ''no we don't know enough about him yet, the last thing we need is for rumors of the Gerudo murdering helpless travelers to reach Hyrule'' she paused '' we will watch him for a little longer, if need be we will strike''.
She scooted a little closer to Anora and said ''don't worry about it maharela even if he proves to be a threat what could he possibly do in the face of four Gerudo warriors?'' she smiled ''now go to sleep little sister I will continue to watch''
Anora obediently closed her eyes and pillowed her head on her arms, not that she would be sleeping anytime soon. Her heart fluttered wildly after what Aveil called her and her body tingled with arousal from the mere proximity of the older woman's lush body.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and regretted it almost immediately as Aveil's heady scent filled her nose. Oh yes, she thought it's going to be a long night
(xXx)I wake and shield my eyes from the intrusive scarlet light of the sunrise (almost instinctive after so many years of this) and stretch languorously. It's amazing how good a sleep you can get on the ground if you put your mind to it. I stand up and begin to pack up camp then I kick some sand over what's left of the fire.
I whistle and Epona trots behind me obediently as I begin to walk away. A smirk ghosts over my face, no doubt the Gerudo following me think themselves well hidden. They are sadly mistaken.
After so many years of fighting and adventuring and the like, I can practically smell them. Not that their not skilled it's just not enough to fool me, I've spent too many years avoiding too many stabs to the back not to notice it when people are following me.
As I wait for the Gerudo to make their move I can't help but think back to Termina and the events that transpired after I defeated the evil mask. After Majora fell I spent several days distributing the masks that I collected over the duration of my quest to defeat Majora.
The three transformation Masks I sent back to their respective peoples so they could access their greatest heroes in times of need. The other masks I gave to the people who would benefit most from them. I stop and touch my hat, to be honest I didn't give them all away, I kept two. The first was the Bunny Hood which I can honestly say I used more during my quest than any of the other masks.
My hand strays unconsciously to the pouch on my belt, the second I wore during my battle with Majora it's great power to dangerous and valuable to leave behind. I wrench my hand away from the pouch and the dark call emanating from it.
The Bunny Hood became a hassle as I grew older (mostly because of the endless inquiring as to why a young man would be wearing a pair of yellow bunny ears on his head) so I visited a wizard on my way through Holodrum.
The wizard somehow managed to combine the Bunny Hood and my hat, allowing me all of the benefits of the hoods increased speed and agility without the damnable yellow ears sticking up off of my head.
I sigh quietly as I look back on all of the time spent traversing the vast distance between Termina and Hyrule. It took longer than I ever expected. I left Termina at twelve and only now at eighteen was I reaching Hyrule's border. I began to walk faster my long legs carrying me ever closer to my home…and Her.
(xXx)Anora's hand gripped the hilt of one of her scimitars spasmodically as she watched the Hylian from the cover of a small dune. She turned to Aveil and spoke quietly ''we need to move on him now sister, he is headed directly toward the Fortress. We must stop this Hylian filth from reaching our home.'' Her eyes blazed with impassioned zeal as she finished.
Aveil sighed then turned to her and said ''your racism does you no credit maharela, however he is too suspicious to leave alone.'' She raised a hand ''Lets move,'' Anora started forward eagerly only to have her way blocked by Aveil's upraised hand. She looked, up apprehension clear on her features.
Aveil lowered her hand ''we will question him first'' she said sternly ''do not attack unless we are provoked.'' Anora nodded sullenly '' I understand Aveil'' she replied, she hoped her bland response could cover the seething frustration she felt.
(xXx)I stop abruptly mid stride and let go of Epona's reigns, the Gerudo are making their move, I'm not really sure how I know, I just do but when something has saved your life as many times as this has you learn not to question it. It's not long before they arrive.
The first three are exactly what I expected them to be. Lean, tanned women with long red hair pulled back into ponytails and large jewels in the center of their foreheads. They dress in typical Gerudo fashion with baggy pants that hug their full hips and midriff baring tops.
Their clothing is purple, denoting them as the lowest rank of Gerudo soldier. Normally I would take that as a good sign, but considering that their Gerudo it just means that their slightly less able to kill you.
The fourth is different, she is taller than the others and slightly older. She also wears green which means she far outranks the others. She seems familiar, her face and the red bangs that escape her ponytail spark memories inside me but I can't seem to get a grip on them.
Then she speaks and her voice is as dusky and exotic as the rest of her. ''Greetings Hylian, my name is Aveil, may I know yours?''
I smile ''Link'' I say simply. She nods and says ''what brings you this far into the desert?'' she looks me directly in the eye in a decidedly challenging manner and when I don't take the bait she continues ''most Hylians find the desert… unbearable''
I let my smile drop ''I'm just making my way back to Hyrule'' She nods and opens her mouth to speak but is abruptly cut off by one of the purples.
The far younger woman strides forward ''A likely story'' she snarls ''if it is true then why are you headed directly for our Fortress?'' There are moments in my life when I get the distinct feeling that something bad is going to happen, as I look into the furious eyes of the young woman in front of me I have that feeling in abundance.
Dreading the outcome I answer ''I hoped to speak with a Gerudo named Nabooru before I reach Hyrule.'' Her face twists with a curious mixture of contempt and rage. She whirls around and shouts to the other Gerudo ''He is an assassin sent to kill Nabooru! Join me and end his miserable life!''
They react instantly, no hesitation at all as they charge me down. The first charges me with her pole-arm extended. I turn the weapon aside with the armored back of my gauntlet then I grab the haft of the weapon and use it to yank her in close.
I punch her in the stomach savagely. (I've never liked hitting women but over the years I've had enough of them try to kill me that I realize the necessity) The next Gerudo jumps at me from behind slashing with her scimitars, I spin out of the way and throw the pole-arm in-between her legs. She trips and crashes into the first woman sending them both into the ground.
I roll instinctively, barely avoiding the slashing blades of brash woman that started all of this. I spring to my feet and dodge again. As she thrusts a blade at me I step aside and close the distance between us then I sweep her wrists aside with my right hand. With her blades thrown wide she rams her shoulder into my chest to create distance between us then she brings her blades back around in a vicious slash that just barely falls short of my throat.(I have to admit she's better than the other two.)
I sidestep her next blow and back flip away from her. She dashes forward with her blades slashing in a scissor motion. I duck underneath the blow and ram my shoulder into her midsection, knocking her to the ground. The weight of my body drives the breath from her lungs and she drops her swords.
I get off of the dazed young woman and turn to face Aveil. She looks me over with new (and well deserved I might add) respect then she draws her scimitars and drops into a ready stance. I snatch my latest opponent's swords up off of the ground and ready myself, I'm fully aware of the greater challenge she poses.
She begins to circle me, her full hips swaying with each slow step. I can't help the crooked smile that crosses my features, if there is one thing the Gerudo excel at its drawing a mans attention. Unfortunately for her I've faced my share of Gerudo and I am not so easily distracted.
She smiles slyly and attacks suddenly, leaping toward me while bringing both blades down. I block with my right hand blade angling it so her swords slide across it without transferring their full force then I slash at her slim stomach, which she avoids easily.
She looks at me in confusion, we both know that I could have skewered her if I had just stabbed straight out instead of taking the time to slash. I shrug innocently and pull my best who? me? look then I charge forward and begin to rain blows down on her.
The Gerudo woman parries and dodges with surpassing smoothness. She manages to slow my momentum then she skips a half-step backwards and swings viciously at me as I close the distance between us.
I see my chance as she readies her other sword for a stab. I drop my right hand blade and rush in just behind the arc of her swing. I parry across my body with as much force as I can muster and deflect her thrust then I reach out with my free hand and grab her wrist with my free hand.
I squeeze powerfully, crushing down on her slender wrist until she cries out and drops her sword. She tries to slash at me with her remaining weapon, only to have it knocked from her hand by my savage counterstroke. I pull her in and set the razor edge of my scimitar against her throat
I hold the Gerudo woman tightly and growl ''yield''. She glares at me defiantly, her large fire-gold eyes boring into my own. As I stare the woman down I become acutely aware of the feel of her lush body as it presses against my own. Finally she relents, looks away and says ''I yield''. I grin savagely and take a moment to enjoy the way her body fits against mine. Then I fling her away and throw the Gerudo sword against the ground.
I look at the four women as they recover from the fight and hold up my hands defensively ''I didn't come here to fight'' I say ''I'm sorry if I hurt any of you''.
(xXx)Anora picked herself up off of the ground and looked at the young Hylian man in disbelief. He didn't want to fight? After defeating an entire Gerudo patrol, he was barely breathing hard and he was apologizing to them?
She took a moment to look him over. She noted his lean, well muscled frame with approval. He was tall and handsome in an angular way, with golden blonde hair that contrasted curiously with his dark black eyebrows. There were two small scars on his face, one crossed the right edge of his lips the other slightly smaller one bisected his left eyebrow.
Her gaze found its way to his eyes, they were intense electric blue orbs that seemed to pierce her soul. She shivered and looked away refusing to contemplate any reason for the motion other than uneasiness.
She watched as Aveil picked up her swords and approached the Hylian… no his name was Link she reminded herself forcefully. Aveil put her hands on her hips and addressed him, ''if your not here to harm us then what can I do for you?'' He smiled, the small scar on his lips making the gesture slightly crooked, and said '' perhaps you could escort me to the Fortress?''
Anora made a negative sound at the thought of leading a Hylian to their home and gripped the hilts of her weapons only to find her way blocked by Aveil. The older woman leaned in and whispered '' trust me, if he is as trustworthy as he says he is then there's no harm in it.'' She smiled '' and if he isn't them we'll have brought him to our stronghold, he can't possibly stand against the entire fortress. Besides he's handsome and we could use some breeding stock.''
Anora looked at the other woman and nodded with obvious reluctance. Aveil smiled happily and turned to Link '' we will gladly escort you to the fortress'' she paused for a moment and added '' I am sorry for the rash actions of my subordinates. Perhaps when we reach the fortress I can apologize more… fully'' she licked her lips suggestively then she turned around and began to walk away '' this way'' she said as her patrol fell in behind her.
(xXx)I am quick to follow the retreating Gerudo and I cant help but shake my head at Aveil's wanton display, then again (I think as I admire her finely shaped ass) when have the Gerudo ever been any different.
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I'd like to say a few things, first there is going to be sex in this. More than a little in fact and a large part of it in these first few chapters is going to consist of either Link/Nabooru and Anora/Aveil. So fair warning there.
Second I have created a language for the Gerudo to use and I will occasionally insert little snippets, for anyone who's wondering, maharela is a term of endearment that means ''beautiful'' and is used most often by casual lovers, hence Anora's secret thrill when she hears it. At this point she and Aveil are not sexually involved although that will change.
I know that OoT and MM link has blonde eyebrows but I've always liked them better black, which is totally possible by the way. A lot of people have dark eyebrows and fair hair.
Yes Link has scars, realistically how could he not? I mean seriously the guy gets roughed up on a pretty frequent basis some of that has to stick. The scar on his lips is a thought I've had for awhile but it is illustrated the best by Mudora on deviantart check her gallery out and look for a piece entitled ''stare from time'' and you'll see what I mean.
Review damn you! I know your out there! (points finger imperiously) …..pretty please