Thread: Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

Kira dropped her hand as the Zora stood up by himself. She shrugged it off as he stood to his full height. Her head tilted back to look up at him. He easily dwarfed her, she barely came up to his chest. Somehow she didn't think Zora were as tall this. Learn something new every day. She had learned many somethings that day actually. Kira was good on learning new somethings for a while. Her purple eyes wandered all the way to the Zora's feet then back up to his face. A fascinating creature....person. Most drawings of Zora showed them as sleeker creatures, with a large fin coming off their crown. This one was different. He was nearly as burley as a Goron, less round of course, and had strange tendrils falling from his head rather than the normal fin. A little gruff, possibly even rude but there was something interesting about the man...creature...person...standing in-front of her. When he spoke it startled her out of her mental wanderings. Even more so his almost compliment took her by surprise. Thanks...you too...? She responded awkwardly. Kira was used to comments about her skills. Most folk assumed she was Hylian at first glance. As a blanket statement Hylians weren't very strong warriors. The ones that could be considered strong fighters had died out almost 100 years ago when the Calamity struck. Somehow, coming from the large Zora, the compliment struck harder. As he turned along the sandy, grassy shore she followed to a tiny encampment with an equally tiny tent. Barely a tent, more like a makeshift overhang. If it decided to rain it would barely keep her dry let alone Piran. Fish is good and I don't seem to be in a position to be picky, she said as she stared at the small camp with her hands on her hips. The only thing I'd turn down is rocks and durian...can't eat rocks and durian smells like Bokoblin shit. With a short, snorting laugh she looked around. There was a tree nearby but it didn't look like there was much in the way of fallen branches to make a fire. Fresh wood made a fire too smokey and was hard to light. The vines would be useful though. Kira set to work getting vines down from the tree, leaving Piran to his own tasks. Despite an aching body she managed to gather up a good few feet of strong vine. Up on the rocks she noted a grove of trees not too far. Smaller trees with plenty of debris below them. Perfect. She wasn't gone too long, collecting as much wood as she could possibly find. One of the trees had apples too! With those sharp teeth she wondered if Zora were primarily meat eaters. Well if she ate some apples then that would be more fish for him. With a good bundle of branches and an armful of apple she headed back to camp. There she was able to get a cheerful little fire going and straightened up the little makeshift shelter. It still wasn't much. If it rained they were going to get soaked. Though she supposed a Zora wouldn't mind that so much. On that train of thought she needed to get her clothes dry. Not a blanket between them though to cover up with. Still, spending a night in wet clothes would certainly mean catching cold. Kira took a minute to weigh her options before huffing a sigh. She still had under clothes and it wasn't like the Zora wore clothes. Using the vine and some branches she set up a drying rack near the fire and removed her wet clothing. Cloth wrapped around her chest, mostly to arrest their usual movement but it served for some modesty given the situation. The cloth compressed them somewhat though even with the compression it was clear she had been well graced by the Goddess. Under the tights she wore a small pair of shorts that were tight on her backside and legs. It too was damp from their long swim but she had at least a small sense of modesty. Kira was lean and fit, her flat stomach neatly indented at the sides. Toned with decent muscle definition with pale skin. Mostly pale at the moment, especially her right shoulder which was blossomed with a morbidly beautiful bloom of bruising. On her front, however, a viscous scar ran from above her left breast, presumably between her clevage and all the way down to her right hip. Not fresh by any means but still a deep, vibrant, almost wet looking red. At least it was warm near the fire and she started the apples baking while waiting for Piran to finish his own tasks for their campsite