Totoka River The Pig God

she stood over merrick’s thin form, the simmer of her rueful gaze raking past the orange man as he fled. he may run, but he was mortal — and mortal things left trails easily tracked.

merrick’s gasp beneath her stole astara’s attention; stepping back, astara shifted her shoulder towards her grim faced companion, knowing well the meaning of that cool flicker in his sunburnt gaze. together, they limped behind ganondorf; two hateful souls with cruel purpose.