Post by hibbe on Jan 20, 2007 4:56:11 GMT -5
Deep in the recesses of one of the scurviest taverns within the limits of Ordon the party was just getting started in the wee hours of the morning. Rowdy toughs, well satisfied with their night's bullying guffawed and pounded each other on the back with open hands chucking their friends forward with the force of their blows.
"An' you should have seen the old guy's face! I juss smacked 'im up agin' the wall and shoved m'stick in his gut. Once he was down th' shack were easy pickin's. Got this pritty necklace out o' the place an a bit o' coin to boot!" A musclebound Ordonian gloated. Too look at him one would be forced to consider that at some point some member of his family must have had some intimacy with a Moblin for their pig-ish features were plainly stamped across the Ordonian's face though none would dare say such to his face.
As he ordered another round of beer the door to the tavern crashed open and a young woman stood outlined in the doorway her breasts heaving as she drew in breath. It seemed she'd run the entire way to the bar from where ever she'd been. Several of the tough's whistled lewdly slamming down their mugs to stare at her appreciatively. Most of the patrons were used to the strung out look of bar-flies, those who would give a night's service for a few rupees or several rounds of potent alcohol. But this girl had the clean-limbed physicality of a simple hard-working girl just barely fallen over the cusp into womanhood. She was hardly above sixteen, not that such a fact would have mattered to any in the tavern.
Any save one who sprawled in the blackest corner of the tavern still pulling from his mug though sharp red eyes watched with interest at the scene the girl's entrance had created.
"That's my Grandma's!" She roared pointing to the trinket dangling from the pig-faced mugger's hand. Blinking slowly he took his time thinking over what the girl had said then a stupidly cruel grin crept over his features.
"Well lookie here! Seems this necklace weren't the only purty thing in that shack!" He rumbled to the appreciative hoots of the other low-lifes. "Why'ncha come over 'ere an' let us get a better look at yer." Piggy ordered gesturing the girl closer.
As if suddenly realising just what a nasty den of scum she had burst into the girl looked about herself uncertainly. All that greeted her were vile sneers and open lust for her body of a type she'd never before experienced. "I...I just want the necklace." She stammered backing away from a hand that had appeared from no-where to rip at her skirt.
"May'haps we twae can work out some kin'a deal." The braggart and old-person-beater-upper cackled striding purposely towards the girl who backed away from him nearly tripping over her own feet.
The two ended up on the street and for a moment all was silent as each patron watched the black doorway eager for whatever happened next. A scream and the sound of woven cloth ripping filled the air just before the young girl was thrust back through the door. She fell to her knees sobbing and clutching at the remainders of her top struggling to hide her breasts from the gleaming eyes around her. Pig-face walked in after her bearing shreds of her shirt high above his head in a clenched fist as though it were some trophy. "Yah! Now lets us all get a look at yer!" He roared kicking the girl forward dropping the shreds of cloth in favor of snatching his plaything up off the ground. Catching her in a great bearhug he wrapped his massive hands around her slim wrists and easily pulled her arm apart. Ample breasts spilled from her arms to bounce with her every struggle. The audience of villanous fiends were spellbound watching her breasts appreciatively caring little what effect the cruel revealing of her body had on the poor child.
All the villainous fiends save one. The stranger in the back corner's eyes creased in annoyance and he stood slipping his mug down on the rough hewn surface of his table. With a drunken stumble he began worming his way through the crowd of eager horny men heading for the massive pig-faced tough and his horrified victim.
Loud shouts and laughs filled the air as an Ordonian from the crowd rushed up to the girl and grasped her breast in a vicious grip smashing his lips against it even running his teeth across her nipple. She screamed and tried to kick him away but with a sneer the lewd man took the hits to his torso and in revenge ripped her skirt away revealing her panties and legs. Just as he reached for the last vestiges of cloth protecting her modesty an arm wrapped around his neck and with a simple clenching of muscles tightened instantly cutting him off from the air so necissary for his continued survival.
Shocked the girl looked down into his face that was quickly turning red then to the calm features behind him. The man currently choking the Ordonian had sharply fine features terribly marred by a series of scars tracing across the bridge of his nose, the corner of his lips, and over his burning red eye. She could just spy a long ear twitching irritably as he increased the pressure on the fellow's windpipe before wrenching him away from pig-face and his captive. With another lightning swift motion he threw the Ordonian into the crowd sending people scattering.
Pig-face looked down stupidly surprised by the turn of events. What had started as a great time was now something strange. And infuriating! Dropping the girl the massive Ordonian kicked her to the side and flexed his big hands getting his first really good look at his opponent. A man of small stature garbed in an alien suit of blue and crimson. He wore a mantle of pure white and emblazoned on the left shoulder...The Sheikah Eye.
Several petty crooks gasped. Who would have thought one of the mysterious and reviered Sheikah would be in their bar so far from Hyrule and the Royal Family? Then they noticed more details, the sallow skin, dark smudges under his eyes, and the general disheveled appearance. Pig-face seemed less impressed than most and he pulled down the neck of his shirt to reveal a brand, a death mark in fact. "Think you scare me little elf-man? I got the Death Mark in 'Yrule an' I killed your kind before." He rumbled sneering at the still silent Sheikah. "What's one more too me?"
Those were his last words, with silent efficiency the Sheikah snapped his wrist flicking blood from the straight edge of his blade and returning it to the oddly hung sheath on his back. Slowly he unclasped the Mantle from his neck and draped it over the girl before crouching next to the massive man's corpse and pulling the necklace from his stiffening fingers.
Helping the girl to her feet the Sheikah shoved the necklace in her hand and walked with her out the door already alert to the rumble of the patrons of the inn. Pig-face, for all his stupid greed had been well liked among the cut-throats for exactly the antics he'd tried to pull that very night. Despite the fearsome reputation of the Sheikah people as a whole their beer-sodden minds began to think that they could take the single one. Certainly such a dirty and unkept man had no allies hidden away in the shadows...
Gently pushing the girl in the direction of the real Ordon village the Sheikah said one word. "Go." Dazed and stumbling she went clutching the mantle around her shoulders. With a fluid movement the Sheikah turned to face the ruffians and strong-arms that swarmed from the seedy inn all bearing some manner of weapon which was unanymously poked in the Sheikah's direction.
Drawing his ninjato once more the Sheikah centered himself on the blade assuming a ready stance.
A brief pause as all prepared then the ruffians charged the lone Sheikah storming towards him like a tidal wave of violence.
"An' you should have seen the old guy's face! I juss smacked 'im up agin' the wall and shoved m'stick in his gut. Once he was down th' shack were easy pickin's. Got this pritty necklace out o' the place an a bit o' coin to boot!" A musclebound Ordonian gloated. Too look at him one would be forced to consider that at some point some member of his family must have had some intimacy with a Moblin for their pig-ish features were plainly stamped across the Ordonian's face though none would dare say such to his face.
As he ordered another round of beer the door to the tavern crashed open and a young woman stood outlined in the doorway her breasts heaving as she drew in breath. It seemed she'd run the entire way to the bar from where ever she'd been. Several of the tough's whistled lewdly slamming down their mugs to stare at her appreciatively. Most of the patrons were used to the strung out look of bar-flies, those who would give a night's service for a few rupees or several rounds of potent alcohol. But this girl had the clean-limbed physicality of a simple hard-working girl just barely fallen over the cusp into womanhood. She was hardly above sixteen, not that such a fact would have mattered to any in the tavern.
Any save one who sprawled in the blackest corner of the tavern still pulling from his mug though sharp red eyes watched with interest at the scene the girl's entrance had created.
"That's my Grandma's!" She roared pointing to the trinket dangling from the pig-faced mugger's hand. Blinking slowly he took his time thinking over what the girl had said then a stupidly cruel grin crept over his features.
"Well lookie here! Seems this necklace weren't the only purty thing in that shack!" He rumbled to the appreciative hoots of the other low-lifes. "Why'ncha come over 'ere an' let us get a better look at yer." Piggy ordered gesturing the girl closer.
As if suddenly realising just what a nasty den of scum she had burst into the girl looked about herself uncertainly. All that greeted her were vile sneers and open lust for her body of a type she'd never before experienced. "I...I just want the necklace." She stammered backing away from a hand that had appeared from no-where to rip at her skirt.
"May'haps we twae can work out some kin'a deal." The braggart and old-person-beater-upper cackled striding purposely towards the girl who backed away from him nearly tripping over her own feet.
The two ended up on the street and for a moment all was silent as each patron watched the black doorway eager for whatever happened next. A scream and the sound of woven cloth ripping filled the air just before the young girl was thrust back through the door. She fell to her knees sobbing and clutching at the remainders of her top struggling to hide her breasts from the gleaming eyes around her. Pig-face walked in after her bearing shreds of her shirt high above his head in a clenched fist as though it were some trophy. "Yah! Now lets us all get a look at yer!" He roared kicking the girl forward dropping the shreds of cloth in favor of snatching his plaything up off the ground. Catching her in a great bearhug he wrapped his massive hands around her slim wrists and easily pulled her arm apart. Ample breasts spilled from her arms to bounce with her every struggle. The audience of villanous fiends were spellbound watching her breasts appreciatively caring little what effect the cruel revealing of her body had on the poor child.
All the villainous fiends save one. The stranger in the back corner's eyes creased in annoyance and he stood slipping his mug down on the rough hewn surface of his table. With a drunken stumble he began worming his way through the crowd of eager horny men heading for the massive pig-faced tough and his horrified victim.
Loud shouts and laughs filled the air as an Ordonian from the crowd rushed up to the girl and grasped her breast in a vicious grip smashing his lips against it even running his teeth across her nipple. She screamed and tried to kick him away but with a sneer the lewd man took the hits to his torso and in revenge ripped her skirt away revealing her panties and legs. Just as he reached for the last vestiges of cloth protecting her modesty an arm wrapped around his neck and with a simple clenching of muscles tightened instantly cutting him off from the air so necissary for his continued survival.
Shocked the girl looked down into his face that was quickly turning red then to the calm features behind him. The man currently choking the Ordonian had sharply fine features terribly marred by a series of scars tracing across the bridge of his nose, the corner of his lips, and over his burning red eye. She could just spy a long ear twitching irritably as he increased the pressure on the fellow's windpipe before wrenching him away from pig-face and his captive. With another lightning swift motion he threw the Ordonian into the crowd sending people scattering.
Pig-face looked down stupidly surprised by the turn of events. What had started as a great time was now something strange. And infuriating! Dropping the girl the massive Ordonian kicked her to the side and flexed his big hands getting his first really good look at his opponent. A man of small stature garbed in an alien suit of blue and crimson. He wore a mantle of pure white and emblazoned on the left shoulder...The Sheikah Eye.
Several petty crooks gasped. Who would have thought one of the mysterious and reviered Sheikah would be in their bar so far from Hyrule and the Royal Family? Then they noticed more details, the sallow skin, dark smudges under his eyes, and the general disheveled appearance. Pig-face seemed less impressed than most and he pulled down the neck of his shirt to reveal a brand, a death mark in fact. "Think you scare me little elf-man? I got the Death Mark in 'Yrule an' I killed your kind before." He rumbled sneering at the still silent Sheikah. "What's one more too me?"
Those were his last words, with silent efficiency the Sheikah snapped his wrist flicking blood from the straight edge of his blade and returning it to the oddly hung sheath on his back. Slowly he unclasped the Mantle from his neck and draped it over the girl before crouching next to the massive man's corpse and pulling the necklace from his stiffening fingers.
Helping the girl to her feet the Sheikah shoved the necklace in her hand and walked with her out the door already alert to the rumble of the patrons of the inn. Pig-face, for all his stupid greed had been well liked among the cut-throats for exactly the antics he'd tried to pull that very night. Despite the fearsome reputation of the Sheikah people as a whole their beer-sodden minds began to think that they could take the single one. Certainly such a dirty and unkept man had no allies hidden away in the shadows...
Gently pushing the girl in the direction of the real Ordon village the Sheikah said one word. "Go." Dazed and stumbling she went clutching the mantle around her shoulders. With a fluid movement the Sheikah turned to face the ruffians and strong-arms that swarmed from the seedy inn all bearing some manner of weapon which was unanymously poked in the Sheikah's direction.
Drawing his ninjato once more the Sheikah centered himself on the blade assuming a ready stance.
A brief pause as all prepared then the ruffians charged the lone Sheikah storming towards him like a tidal wave of violence.