Thread: Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

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.