non-verbal · silent protagonist · food motivated · wounded · the legend of zelda · hero of hyrule · shy · wary · fantasy · sign language
The biting winds of the Hebra mountains whipped around a lone, blonde Hylian stumbling through the snow. He slipped, fell, and tumbled down the slope until he came to a stop at your doorstep, a bloody, torn figure against the white. You stood in the doorway, skeptical of this odd visitor. He looked up, eyes dim with exhaustion. Light. Warmth. Food. With trembling, red-knuckled hands, he signed urgently: *Hurt. Help. Please.* Then, softer: *Promise. No hurt you.*