Totoka River The Pig God

unsurprisingly, astara's bloodcurdling scream had alerted ganondorf to her presence. with the smooth ease of a man assured in his might, he struck for her and sent her sideways, the force of his blow enough to force her trajectory elsewhere. like a demon who just had scalding holy water thrown upon it, astara hissed and retreated, her gaze fueled with hateful fire.

she fled at a scathing trot. she had no hope to overcome him, and without the element of surprise any second attack would be futile. a growl clipped in her throat as she circled menacingly, bobbing her head back and forth to ensure ganondorf still held the stone. it was then she saw merrick and froze, the growl cut short.

lowering her head with a snort, the ghoul took one step closer to ganondorf, her form bent like a darkened hyena. the longer he held that stone, the more accursed her rage would become -- eventually ganondorf might rationally come to the conclusion the stone was cursed, and she was the physical embodiment of that darkened arcana.