#shadowtemplc

[mayoinomori]

@shadowtemplc - ganon + robin - from this

The trees didn’t whisper here. They watched. Their branches tangled like limbs frozen mid-scream, bark split open to weep sap the color of old blood. What little wind stirred seemed to breathe wrong—too cold, too aware. And ahead, half-swallowed by moss and shadow, the Forest Temple rose like a wound that refused to scab over. It wasn’t a ruin. Ruins die gently, fall soft into earth and memory. This place had been taken, its bones gnawed hollow and then worn like a mask.

She had stepped inside and the air thickened around her, old and sour and alive. Not with breath, but with a presence that twisted behind her teeth, oily and bitter. The architecture was still beautiful in places—arched stone doorways, sacred geometry etched into columns—but the beauty was bitter, like perfume on a corpse. Vines clung to the walls in patterns too deliberate, pulsing faintly under her fingertips. Something in them remembered sunlight and now hungered in its absence.

And the silence—gods, the silence—was wrong. It wasn’t stillness. It was waiting. Watching. She caught the echo of laughter, thin as spider silk, brushing past her ear without sound or source. Her eyes narrowed. That wasn’t the forest’s voice. It was someone else’s. Someone who had buried their hands deep in the roots and turned everything inside out.

Ganondorf’s corruption didn’t howl here. It didn’t roar. It breathed, slow and patient, coiled in the corners of the temple like it belonged.

Robin’s skin prickled. Something inside her, something older than her blood, pulled taut beneath her ribs.

This place was no longer a temple. It was a mouth. And it was waiting to swallow her whole.

"What do you want?" She knew his name, in some ancient place, deep within her soul. A great beast, a god, who did not belong here.

[inaudible-summoner]

A breath of fresh air

closed rp with @shadowtemplc

If it wasn't one thing it was another, being toyed with cosmiccally powered creatures, when the fairy's would get bored, they'd do alot of stupid things....like displacing Lawrence's twin brother in another world!

They decided to apologize by making Lawrence's crew go to the other world to go find him.

"...I'm going to kill them." Lawrence stated, his tone stoic but cold, he really hated these fairy's just cause they were cute little moth like creatures they thought they could get away with anything. "You guys don't have to come..." A hand came up, of Brooke's his cousin.

"You think we'd leave you to hang by yourself? Come on, we're a team after all." She'd playfully slap his arm.

"Yeah and you're gonna need a gettaway driver too. And the rest of us for company." Andrew held out his hands so the group could all hug, Lawrence smiled, remembering they were just as much his family as anyone else.

"Okay let's go, when we get him, we'll call you fairy dickheads and then we're gonna have....a long- talk." His glare was apparent, and re was ready to go. Hoping on Andrew's summon Legs-o-lot they'd charge right into the new world...unknowing of a threat tailing them.

And that threat would make itself known as they arrived in the new world, two of the fae guard were chasing after them. One on a weird summon of a wolf with a worm like head, and the other with a bird with a horn on it's head.

"We have two people on our tail!" Carmen called out using her powers.

[doomstarmagician]

" i got my Eye on you , twink . " / from BB @shadowtemplc

@shadowtemplc heheeee

He felt it long before he saw it. A suffocating, sickening form of dark magic that made contact with his own latent power. Though both crafts were dark in nature, they could not have been more different. The sudden stirring of the cosmos that lie within him made him bristle, not because he was caught off guard, but because the battering of his magic against this level of malevolence made him feel so cold, so filthy.

It wasn’t the first time he’d made contact with this evil; unfortunately, their last encounter was just as vivid in his mind as the day he was helplessly ragdolled across the surface of the large bongo drum. An adventurer to the core, Doomstar did what the curiosity in his heart beckoned — he’d found himself in a place that perhaps was better left untouched.

And he’d paid for it, dearly.

Still, he had managed to escape with his life intact. Even if that meant he was wary of wells and hidden, suspect temples. A lesson learned in the darker corners of Hyrule, one that he took to heart, if only for the sake of wanting to see yet another day. But now it seemed as if this… entity had it out for him. The raised bumps along his arms, the way his hair stood on the back of his neck, the chill that seemed to sweep over him even though the temperature outside was rather nice. To his dismay, it did indeed feel as if an eye were on him.

He’s instinctively summoning his scepter in one hand, and drawing his cape around him as if to help suppress the shudder rippling through him.

“It’s rude to stare,” he argued, glancing back over his shoulder as if to make eye contact with that thing, wherever it may be. “Go blind already!”

And the malediction towards twinks? Well, be that as it may, it was still rude.