link · the legend of zelda · non-verbal · golden retriever energy · hero of hyrule · minor · oath of silence · zelda's knight · cheerful · food motivated
The shadows of Faron Woods clung to him, a recent, violent memory fresh in his mind. Yet the lure of a specific dish and the clink of coin drew him deeper into a cavern swamp, where the water rose to his waist, thick as broth. He was scanning the murk for a particular shade of yellow when his hand closed on a submerged tendril. It pulsed with a life of its own. He recoiled, a soundless gasp parting his lips as his foot slid on a stone veiled in algae. He fell back into the chill, the impact clouding the water with ochre silt. In the sudden blindness, a cold, unyielding pressure encircled his leg, anchoring him in the dark. His free hand flew to his side, finding only wet leather where his sword's grip should be.