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smash_logs2012-04-17 06:00 pm
thedesertthorn) wrote in smash_logs2012-04-17 06:00 pm
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I Dream of Gardens in the Desert Sand [Closed]
Who: Ganondorf and Nabooru
What: Birthday Kidnappings.
When: 17th of April
Warnings: Possible language? Maybe NSFW Stuff later who knows.
Oh dearest Nabooru, it appeared your bed had been misplaced this morning. Gone was the familiar sights of the campus, to be replaced with those much more homely.
Perhaps you would notice a few hours later upon awaking up that it was peacefully resting in the shade of the pillars of the Spirit Temple. Gold and orange silken sheets woven and set up around to provide shade and color, tied down to the sandy ground. A small carved table had a golden bowl filled with water to wash her face before stepping out. A single desert flower lies besides it. As for the rest? The colorful reds and oranges of the strewn flower petals litter the ground. It led to a simple wooden table, with two seats set up in front of each other, a small meal set out. Kobz Abraj with cold mint tea, and a few cured meats and dried fruit from the plants the Gerudo obtain from the dotting oasis.
The affair is set so at it is in no way disrespectful to the Sand Goddess and her temple itself, but there was no question Ganondorf would have done as he pleased regardless. He took what he wanted when he wanted. Where she to step out into the hotter air, she would find the Gerudo King resting on top of the Temple's left hand, in a meditating position.
Happy Birthday. You've been kidnapped against your will.
What: Birthday Kidnappings.
When: 17th of April
Warnings: Possible language? Maybe NSFW Stuff later who knows.
Oh dearest Nabooru, it appeared your bed had been misplaced this morning. Gone was the familiar sights of the campus, to be replaced with those much more homely.
Perhaps you would notice a few hours later upon awaking up that it was peacefully resting in the shade of the pillars of the Spirit Temple. Gold and orange silken sheets woven and set up around to provide shade and color, tied down to the sandy ground. A small carved table had a golden bowl filled with water to wash her face before stepping out. A single desert flower lies besides it. As for the rest? The colorful reds and oranges of the strewn flower petals litter the ground. It led to a simple wooden table, with two seats set up in front of each other, a small meal set out. Kobz Abraj with cold mint tea, and a few cured meats and dried fruit from the plants the Gerudo obtain from the dotting oasis.
The affair is set so at it is in no way disrespectful to the Sand Goddess and her temple itself, but there was no question Ganondorf would have done as he pleased regardless. He took what he wanted when he wanted. Where she to step out into the hotter air, she would find the Gerudo King resting on top of the Temple's left hand, in a meditating position.
Happy Birthday. You've been kidnapped against your will.