Eyyyyy, you all know me. WHAT IS UP WITH YOU PEOPLE!? (lookin at you sunrider). Whenever I try to make a fic interesting you guys criticize me! Isscool, im not mad, but its just a tinnnnnny bit frustrating now. Maybe I should put more info in, yea, but what I do is for the sake of storytelling! It sets the atmosphere! I like making things interesting! By NOT putting in descriptions, it would add more to the story, letting the reader's imagination paint the picture, rather than my words. It would also make you guys look forward to my story more (which seems to be working), and besides, if I put a descriptions in too early, then it'll screw up the story! I'll give it away!(oops, maybe I just did by saying that...) Besides, I only felt like describing them later on, maybe in this chapter... oh, and has anyone died yet by my curse? If you haven't reviewed, then you will! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

Disclaimer: The Zelda games are the copyright of nintendo, but the characters I make up are, obviously, my own creations. Except for a select few that'll appear later...

READIN' TIME!!

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Eiria stumbled over a stone, hidden by the curtain of snow.

She cursed. It had happened about twice before, as well. The stupid snow made it hard to see anything. It covered the ground so that she had sunk waist-deep into the snow. And growing higher every minute in the blizzard.

And she was pretty tall for a 14-year-old girl. And pretty pretty.

As she struggled to rise up from the snowbed, the wind blew her brown, wavy hair into her green eyes. She brushed it away.

Despite its non-practicalness, she liked it long.

She huffed in frustration, and resumed her trundling. Where the hell was that stupid Nayria, anyways? Probably off with her beloved Andron somewhere in a secluded cave, exploring each other intently.

She growled as another stone sent her off-balance. She flailed around, and in the confusion, she dropped the harpoon. It disappeared in a patch of snow a few feet away from her.

She stood up, spitting snow out of her mouth as she jumped up, and stomped off in the direction she thought the harpoon went.

And smashed right into a cliff on the mountainface, and fell backwards and tumbled a small way down the mountain, before being stopped by another rock, indistinguishable from anything else on the mountain. She was then in a compromising position, back on the rock, head on the ground, giving her a good view of her butt raised up to the sky, giving any of the furry mountainbirds flying up in the sky a good view..

She burst out of the snow, screaming as she came, and winced as the pain in her lower back That was the last straw!

She savaged her way through the snow, and picked up the harpoon lying on the ground.

She wheeled, and began mowing through the snow, following the cliff face, barely visible through the blizzard.

If she found Nayria before the snow could cool her hot head, she would teach her an invaluable lesson to always be obeyed while on the mountain. Never piss off Eirya the hunter.

After spending a few more minutes in the chilling blizzard, however, she managed to cool down.

She began to get worried. Where was that stupid girl, already?

Girl, hardly. Nayria was 17 by now, pretty much a woman.

But still. Was she a hunter? Did she bring back mountain goats every few days so that they could eat? No, she didn't.

She couldn't wait to get to Tirallo's, however. She needed someone to talk and interact to. Maybe she could get Cable to get over, too, and maybe even Jinna or Fiera. She could picture it now, Tigrallo's beautiful living room. With a fireplace.

"Ho yeah," she mumbled absentmindedly, as if the fire in her mind could actually warm her body, even if it was imaginary...

When she expected heat and recieved cold, she was brought back to reality. Her gaze hardened, and her face steeled with hard resolve, and then she pushed on, driven with the expectation of a warm fire and friends to talk to... and then she turned the corner.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped down.

There, in the snow, lay the bloody carcass of a mountain goat. Its lifeblood stained the snow red... for a few meters away from itself in almost every direction. It was relatively fresh.

Eiria gaped at the corpse in shock, eyes wide, mouth open. She then rushed to it before it could be taken by the blizzard.

She examined it warily. It was beginning to freeze over, but that didn't stop the smell from reaching her nostrils. She prodded at it warily with her harpoon, checking to see if anything moved.

It was still.

She looked around it. There were huge, ragged tears covering its side, with enormous holes and indentations covered its exposed and broken ribs.

This, she thought, was the work of a predator.

But there was nothing this big living on, in or around the mountain!

Apparently not, according to her observations.

Her head snapped up at the noise. An animal scream, a wailing, savage howl of victory, ululated through the gusty, lonely mountain, and wound its way through the body, shaking bones, causing eyes to look away.

"Bbbrrrrooooooooaaaaaaaaaaghr!"

The girl, thoroughly frightened, slowly rose up from the carcass, and slowly trundled forward through the blizzard that still obscured whatever lay ahead.

Her harpoon was held, point forward, and shook with her hands. She trembled, despite herself. Her face showing defiance, her body betraying otherwise, she followed the wailing wind towards the savage, fear-inducing noise that made her bones tremble.

Some huge shadow was seen through the misty blizzard, and the girl gasped at its size.

As she neared, still inching forwards, not backwards (at her surprise) she heard a crunching, smacking noise. It sounded like something very

very,

big.

Whatever it was seemed to be crouched down over something tiny in comparison to its massive bulk.

It raised its head over its meal, and stood up straight, ridiculously in comparison, like a hylian hare. As it looked about, an eye, the only discernible feature that could be seen in the shadowy form, glowed slightly orange as its head looked back and forth along the mountain face. Misty breath poured from its elongated muzzle, and the fur along the back of its head parted to reveal something that seemed to be a pair of horns protuding from its head.

Recognizing the behavior, the girl quickly stiffened and threw herself to the side, behind a stone. It smelled her.

She needed to get away.

The girl still shivered, but far more ferociously than before. Her green eyes were wide open now, and full of fear.

She needed to get away.

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Whatever it was, it was not as scrumptious as the creature that came before.

But it was still satisfying.

It was like one of the first creatures it had devoured, and looked almost alike. But the tastes were different, different like a lakefish and an oceanfish.

It ate with relish. It felt stronger than it was before.

It caught a whiff of something on the wind.

It looked up, and stood up straight. It still smell the peculiar, but by now familiar scent. It scanned the mountainside, but the wind then changed direction, and it lost the scent.

It didn't matter. It still had warm, steaming food to content its stomach with.

And so it resumed feeding.

Now, just review. Tell me how I did. PLEASE! REVIEW! I need to know! I can't stand it! Tell me how I did! What I should improve! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!crackehissCRASH AAAG-CRASH...

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