Greetings. I am PenWraith. Longtime fan. 9 years. First Zelda fic. Yo.
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It was cold.
Freezing, in fact.
It could barely see in the stinging blizzard, couldn't feel its limbs as it scaled the massive mountain peak.
This was no place for it.
It roared in anger and frustration as it slipped and almost fell down the mountain, instead sending a torrent of snow avalanching down to the mountain base.
It had crossed a barren wasteland, trundled up rocky hills, and travelled through two seas to get to this land.
It was not going to give up now.
Even half frozen it could feel the insistent call, the call of instinct that led it here. It had been hearing that call for almost four years, the whole time it had crossed the lands to get here. Almost no food. Some water, but sick water, bad water.
It would not give up now.
But why? Why had it been called here? Why!?
It ululated in exhaustion, a small mumble echoing from the back of its throat.
It turned into a growl. Then formed into a roar. It would not give up!
With a sudden burst of strength and animallike savageness, it grasped the mountainside, and pulled up with all of its strength. It was propelled upwards with lethal force, its long, sinewy arms having enough strength to break a boulder in two.
It flew through the air, and reached out with long talons, and dug them into the mountainside.
It growled with exertion, and started sinking down the mountain, its talons leaving jagged rents on the mountain face.
It stopped sinking, and panted wearily.
Why?
Its animal mind questioned itself. It did not understand.
It was too weak to go on, too drained of strength.
But it was so close.
With a last, mighty effort, it screamed as loudly as it could, and hurled itself up the mountain one last time.
Its hands reached out, and grasped the top of the mountain.
It clung on with all of its remaining strength, and attempted to pull itself over the top.
It did it.
It made it to the land of eternal feeding.
Its chest expanded and dilated, exposed ribs seen over bald patches in the fur.
It took its first breaths of the land.
And caught a peculiar scent.
It perked up, and waved its head from side to side, deciding which way the scent was strongest.
It jerked to the left, and its eyes registered a barely audible shadow in the blizzards. It pulled itself over the mountain, and began to climb downwards, down to the peculiar shape, still sniffing, still cold.
As it neared it sensed warmth. Warmth meant food.
It sprang forwards with ferocity.
The shape turned round, revealling two small, dark eyes, barely visible through a coat of fur. It stood on two legs, and had strange, shiny feet.
Even though it was too small to make for a meal, the creature did not care. Even if its mouth was big enough to hold three of the things, it was starving, and any sustenance would help. There were bound to be more of the things ahead.
The thing's eyes widened, and it made a strange sound, similar to its roar, but higher and with a strange... quality to it.
It had fear of the creature.
It turned round, and hurled itself down the mountainface as fast as it could.
The creature roared in delight and frustration.
It loved to chase. It hated to wait.
It reached out with its mouth, and caught the thing in its mouth, and it screamed louder. The thing bit down, and tasted a metallic liquid, tangy and sweet, run down its throat. The thing's screams grew louder, but fell still as the creature shook its head back and forth, tearing its meal apart.
It swallowed with relish, and the gnawing pain in its stomach lessened a bit.
It caught the scent in its nostrils again, and growled with pleasure, and whined with relief.
Soon its hunger could be sated.
And then it could rest.
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