Thread: Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

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. A Hylian 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!