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And now, We get snippage from the greatest Zelda fan fic ever.

“This is being the pale one!” Says a happy voice to my other side. I shift my gaze to the little simian who is perched beside me. “I gots her. She knows bandages.” The person with the cataracts smiles a bit sheepishly.

“Well,” she says, “I had to use your coat and your tunic, I hope you don’t mind. Medical supplies are hard to come by here.”

Actually, come to think of it, I’m not sure she’s a she. I squint up at her. Which isn’t to say I’m sure she’s a he either …

“If you stopped the bleeding, I’m not about to complain about how you did it,” I manage. Something – three guesses what – pulls on my sleeve and I bite back my irritation. “What, Kiki? What?” Kiki shrinks a bit, but presses on nonetheless.

“Ki, you is having Hyrule monies now?” He asks timidly. “You is sharing with Kiki? Please? Ki, ki, prettily please?”

“retty please,” the pale one corrects.

“retty please?” Kiki amends. “I loves them so! I do!” I narrow my eyes at it.

“If I pay you, will you be quiet and let me speak to the not-a-monkey-person?” I demand.

“Oh yes!” Says Kiki, eyes shining with anticipation. “I promises!”

“Fine,” I mutter. “Where’s my pouch?” Kiki immediately scampers a few steps over to the wall where I can now see all my things. I do a quick inventory of what I can see and am satisfied that none of it has gone missing.

Whatever these people are, they’re not thieves.

Kiki runs back over with my pouch and drops it unceremoniously on my stomach. I reach into with my good hand and fish around until I catch hold of a red rupee. I have no idea what passes for a tip here in the Dark World, but he’ll complain if it’s not enough, I’m sure. I pull the money out and hold it out to him. He snatches it greedily as I turn back to squint at the pale one.

If nothing else, she’s aptly named. Her skin is almost deathly pale, but I don’t think she’s suppose to look that way. Maybe deathly is an appropriate word after all. She’s obviously not from Hyrule. First off, there’s the androgyny. Don’t get me wrong, there are androgynous people in Hyrule, and plenty of them, but this woman – and I’m using the term as merely a point of reference – is perfectly androgynous. I really haven’t got a clue as to her gender. Secondly, she doesn’t move like a normal person. She’s about ten times as graceful as anyone I know, Zelda included, and this I can tell just from the way she sits and moves her head. Thirdly, there’s the wings. Nobody in Hyrule has wings, but lo and behold, folded neatly behind her back are a large pair of feathered wings that must once have been beautiful. The feathers are limp and listless, now, though, and despite their size, they don’t look nearly strong enough to hold her if she were to try and fly with them.

She’s dressed in a simple blue tunic with relatively little embellishment (unless you count the fact that it’s pretty tattered and worn embellishment) and matching leggings, but nothing on her feet, which, given the little claws on her toes, are decidedly not Hylian feet. Or any other kind of feet I’ve ever seen.

I frown in an attempt to drive off the headache I can feel coming on.

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This is the "pale one" Anduriel. A character from Rose's The Legend of Zelda Reconciliation Fanfic. You know the one I'm talking about. XD

He/She didn't turn out as pale as I wanted, and I was attempting to change the pic with the hue and saturation tool, but I spent so fricken long on this, that I just didn't bother. I'm tired, so sue me.

Done in Photoshop CS2 in about... 6 hours.

Wabcom Bamboo Fun tablet.

I AM A NEEEEERD!

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And now, We get snippage from the greatest Zelda fan fic ever.

“This is being the pale one!” Says a happy voice to my other side. I shift my gaze to the little simian who is perched beside me. “I gots her. She knows bandages.” The person with the cataracts smiles a bit sheepishly.

“Well,” she says, “I had to use your coat and your tunic, I hope you don’t mind. Medical supplies are hard to come by here.”

Actually, come to think of it, I’m not sure she’s a she. I squint up at her. Which isn’t to say I’m sure she’s a he either …

“If you stopped the bleeding, I’m not about to complain about how you did it,” I manage. Something – three guesses what – pulls on my sleeve and I bite back my irritation. “What, Kiki? What?” Kiki shrinks a bit, but presses on nonetheless.

“Ki, you is having Hyrule monies now?” He asks timidly. “You is sharing with Kiki? Please? Ki, ki, prettily please?”

“retty please,” the pale one corrects.

“retty please?” Kiki amends. “I loves them so! I do!” I narrow my eyes at it.

“If I pay you, will you be quiet and let me speak to the not-a-monkey-person?” I demand.

“Oh yes!” Says Kiki, eyes shining with anticipation. “I promises!”

“Fine,” I mutter. “Where’s my pouch?” Kiki immediately scampers a few steps over to the wall where I can now see all my things. I do a quick inventory of what I can see and am satisfied that none of it has gone missing.

Whatever these people are, they’re not thieves.

Kiki runs back over with my pouch and drops it unceremoniously on my stomach. I reach into with my good hand and fish around until I catch hold of a red rupee. I have no idea what passes for a tip here in the Dark World, but he’ll complain if it’s not enough, I’m sure. I pull the money out and hold it out to him. He snatches it greedily as I turn back to squint at the pale one.

If nothing else, she’s aptly named. Her skin is almost deathly pale, but I don’t think she’s suppose to look that way. Maybe deathly is an appropriate word after all. She’s obviously not from Hyrule. First off, there’s the androgyny. Don’t get me wrong, there are androgynous people in Hyrule, and plenty of them, but this woman – and I’m using the term as merely a point of reference – is perfectly androgynous. I really haven’t got a clue as to her gender. Secondly, she doesn’t move like a normal person. She’s about ten times as graceful as anyone I know, Zelda included, and this I can tell just from the way she sits and moves her head. Thirdly, there’s the wings. Nobody in Hyrule has wings, but lo and behold, folded neatly behind her back are a large pair of feathered wings that must once have been beautiful. The feathers are limp and listless, now, though, and despite their size, they don’t look nearly strong enough to hold her if she were to try and fly with them.

She’s dressed in a simple blue tunic with relatively little embellishment (unless you count the fact that it’s pretty tattered and worn embellishment) and matching leggings, but nothing on her feet, which, given the little claws on her toes, are decidedly not Hylian feet. Or any other kind of feet I’ve ever seen.

I frown in an attempt to drive off the headache I can feel coming on.

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This is the "pale one" Anduriel. A character from Rose's The Legend of Zelda Reconciliation Fanfic. You know the one I'm talking about. XD

He/She didn't turn out as pale as I wanted, and I was attempting to change the pic with the hue and saturation tool, but I spent so fricken long on this, that I just didn't bother. I'm tired, so sue me.

Done in Photoshop CS2 in about... 6 hours.

Wabcom Bamboo Fun tablet.

I AM A NEEEEERD!