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This is an independent RP and Ask blog for the Helmaroc King from The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. OC and Multi-fandom friendly. Don't be afraid to talk- show some respect, and Helm will usually respect you right back. Usually. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current M!A: None
Lair of the King
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Because that’s what friends are for.

A Siren’s Song

twilaofthenight:

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The men were moving closer to Helm’s boat. It was clear they thought something was wrong. Whether they thought Twilight was the cause of this trouble was anyone’s guess. 

In a split second, when Twilight darts forward and grabs his wrist, the fear that had been previously gone came flooding back. For a second, he thinks she was going to pull him over again, and it takes all his self control not to shout out for help. But when she speaks, her voice quiet and hurried, Helm was brought back to his senses. She wasn’t going to hurt him- she just wanted to see him again.

"Yes, I’ll come back. Now go." 

With the men getting closer, Helm hadn’t really had time to think over his words. Was he really going to come back? Was he really going to interact with a siren- someone who had killed countless other fishermen?

Yes. He was.

The siren wasn’t prepared for how relieved the boy’s answer made her. She breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his wrist, giving one last glance towards the boat coming near before splashing down into the water, flicking her tail. She was gone in an instant, down down down to the depths below the surface where nothing could hurt her. 

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The next day, during the twilight hours when the sky was a deep red and it was too early for any fishermen to be out hunting for her, the siren sat upon the rocks and combed her hair with her fingers, singing quietly to herself. It was a meaningless melody, in a language long forgotten, that made the sounds ring out across the waves eerily. She was facing open water, watching the waves crash and the occasional bird fly overhead. She wasn’t expecting the fisherman to be there for another few hours, after all, she didn’t give him a time. So she sat back, relaxed, and sang to calm herself down… also to distract from the throbbing of her tail, still caught in a net drifting in the water. 

Although the other fishermen had thought the boy had been in trouble, their interest in him soon dwindled when they saw he was fine. One of them had noticed the splash left by Twilight, and made a point to ask Helm what had happened. It was surprisingly easy to lie to their faces, and say a large fish had gotten hooked in his net. He then turned it around on the fishermen, by explaining that if they hadn’t interrupted him, the fish would be his. At hearing this, the other men had fallen silent. They knew this boy’s story, of how he lost his family and had to rely on his own wits. No doubt losing a net would be a devastating loss.

Even though Helm had plenty of nets still in his boat, He uses that as an excuse to row back to land. The other fishermen leave him be- though he didn’t like the look one of them gave him as he rows for shore. It was the look of someone who knows more than they should.

The next day passed in a hazy blur- one filled with more than a little hesitation. Helm tried to act normal as he went about his business. But in the back of his mind, he was worried. What if she wouldn’t be there? What if he didn’t go? What if she’d been caught?

Despite his worries, that evening, Helm sets out on his little rowboat once more. The thought crosses his mind that perhaps his outings hadn’t gone unnoticed. After all, this would be his third time going out to look for Twilight. Many others had died doing this same task… what if someone noticed his luck? What if they thought his luck wasn’t just a coincidence?

But Helm pushes past his worries and focuses on rowing. The sun had just set below the horizon, and the sky was still light enough to see by. But the light was fading fast. Just as it was starting to become too dark, Helm hears her voice.

At first, he freezes, a cold sweat overtaking his body. So far, every time he’d heard that beautiful singing voice, he’d been unable to control his actions. But after a few moments, Helm slowly comes to realize that he was still in full control over his body. Her singing, though it was beautiful, was not the song that had caused him to nearly die.

Swallowing down his cold fear, Helm keeps rowing. By this point, it was difficult to see. Only the light of the moon and stars guided his voyage. And yet, Helm spotted a beacon guiding his way. Twilight. Her bright, pale skin reflected the soft glow of the moonlight, making her stand out in the darkness between sea and sky.

Slipping silently through the water, Helm sneaks up on the siren. Her back was to him, though her voice rang out clear and loud across the waves. Being careful to maneuver his little boat around any stray rocks, Helm makes it to the rock Twilight was sitting on. She still hadn’t noticed him. Moving quickly, Helm ties an expertly tied knot on a piece of the rock that was jutting out from the sea, securing his boat and preventing it from slipping away.

After silently observing the siren for a few more moments, Helm decides to make his presence known. Sitting back in his boat, he waits for a lull between the words of her song. Once her song began to soften, Helm allows a quiet “Hi,” to escape into the dark night.

((On one hand, Helm wants to rip Majora apart. even though he’d probably end up dying a horrible, painful death. again.

On the other hand, he likes how the God wants to kill Link. 

So he’s feeling a little conflicted.))

tootricky:

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Dine and dash.

pineappleheadpoe:

the-helmaroc-king1:

 
The growl doesn’t lower in volume when Joelle runs her hands through the feathers on his neck, fluffing them up as much as she could. A chill runs down Helm’s spine- he hated the feeling of having her touching him. She was dead. She shouldn’t have been able to do anything.
"You know," Helm’s voice was dark "I’ve heard rumors that you’ve started to grow fond of a hero. It would be a shame if I were to not-so-accidentally kill him, wouldn’t it?"

"… And what if I was?" she said carefully, evaluating Helm’s words, trying to figure out how serious he was. He probably wouldn’t actually do it, but just to make sure…
"It really would be a shame.” She emphasized the last word, pulling out a feather along with it. “A big shame.” She pulled out another feather. “I’ll pull your gizzard out through your throat, you big turkey.” One last feather was pulled, and she threw them all in his face.

Each plucked feather was met with a visible flinch. But Helm was in no mood for games. His growl, which had been steadily growling louder, stops completely after Joelle flings his own feathers in his face. For some reason, the silence was even more threatening than his growl.
"And would that really stop me?" Now that his growl wasn’t garbling his words, each syllable came out with dangerous clarity. "I’ve died before. Who’s to say that by killing me, you’d be protecting your little hero? If you haven’t noticed, it’s my job to end the lives of every hero I meet. You would only be delaying the inevitable, Joelle. Whether you like him or not, I’m going to kill him eventually."

pineappleheadpoe:

the-helmaroc-king1:

 

The growl doesn’t lower in volume when Joelle runs her hands through the feathers on his neck, fluffing them up as much as she could. A chill runs down Helm’s spine- he hated the feeling of having her touching him. She was dead. She shouldn’t have been able to do anything.

"You know," Helm’s voice was dark "I’ve heard rumors that you’ve started to grow fond of a hero. It would be a shame if I were to not-so-accidentally kill him, wouldn’t it?"

"… And what if I was?" she said carefully, evaluating Helm’s words, trying to figure out how serious he was. He probably wouldn’t actually do it, but just to make sure…

"It really would be a shame.” She emphasized the last word, pulling out a feather along with it. “A big shame.” She pulled out another feather. “I’ll pull your gizzard out through your throat, you big turkey.” One last feather was pulled, and she threw them all in his face.

Each plucked feather was met with a visible flinch. But Helm was in no mood for games. His growl, which had been steadily growling louder, stops completely after Joelle flings his own feathers in his face. For some reason, the silence was even more threatening than his growl.

"And would that really stop me?" Now that his growl wasn’t garbling his words, each syllable came out with dangerous clarity. "I’ve died before. Who’s to say that by killing me, you’d be protecting your little hero? If you haven’t noticed, it’s my job to end the lives of every hero I meet. You would only be delaying the inevitable, Joelle. Whether you like him or not, I’m going to kill him eventually."

foxinu:

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A Siren’s Song

twilaofthenight:

the-helmaroc-king1:

Helm chuckles, seeing the bubbles rise to the surface. He supposed it probably wasn’t a good idea to get this siren riled up. But Twilight had her own way of getting revenge- and it consisted of spitting a stream of cold water into his face. Helm stumbles back into his boat, sputtering a bit. When he looks back over the side of the boat, he was greeted with the sight of the siren laughing. Helm was stunned into silence for a moment, before laughing himself. A few days ago, this creature was trying to kill him, and he’d been trying to capture her. Now they were laughing with each other like friends. Helm couldn’t quite make sense of it. But for some reason, he was okay with this. 

Twilight smiles up at him, showing her sharpened teeth. The last time he’d seen those teeth, he’d been under the waves, struggling to break free of her hold. Back then, the glowing spots along her body had spoken of death, a sort of ‘last light you’ll ever see’ kind of feeling. Now? Helm would have dared to say they looked almost beautiful. “You know, for a siren, you’re actually really-“

"Anybody out there?" A voice cuts through the night. Helm turns his head, only to be greeted with the sight of another boat- this one with three fishermen on it. Their boat had a bright lantern on the bow, and though they were close enough to see Helm’s boat, he didn’t think they’d seen Twilight, as his boat was between her and the other men. Still, the sight of them causes a cold chill to run down his spine. Turning back to Twilight, and without thinking of his words, he says "You need to leave. Now, before they catch you."

The siren got just within arm’s length of Helm’s boat, almost all of her former fear gone. She listened closely to the noises he made, deciding that she liked it. His laugh. It was strange and foreign to her, but also friendly and had a sort of charm to it. She concentrated hard to make out the words’ meanings he said afterwards, looking carefully at the way his mouth moved so one day she could repeat it back to him. He was interrupted by another man’s voice, and her face fell instantly into one of fear, looking back in a panic. She couldn’t sing with the boy so close, nor would she kill in front of him. Plus with her tail wrapped up, she could get stuck and… no, this was bad, very very bad.

Before she knew it, the boy had turned back to her, and was telling her to leave. She didn’t want to leave him. She didn’t want to go, but she knew if she stayed she would be caught and killed or trapped or worse. So in a split second, she darted forward and grabbed onto his wrist, staring into his eyes. “Tomorrow. Rocks.” She managed to frantically get out, looking over his shoulder at the other boat. “Please!” 

The men were moving closer to Helm’s boat. It was clear they thought something was wrong. Whether they thought Twilight was the cause of this trouble was anyone’s guess. 

In a split second, when Twilight darts forward and grabs his wrist, the fear that had been previously gone came flooding back. For a second, he thinks she was going to pull him over again, and it takes all his self control not to shout out for help. But when she speaks, her voice quiet and hurried, Helm was brought back to his senses. She wasn’t going to hurt him- she just wanted to see him again.

"Yes, I’ll come back. Now go." 

With the men getting closer, Helm hadn’t really had time to think over his words. Was he really going to come back? Was he really going to interact with a siren- someone who had killed countless other fishermen?

Yes. He was.

The 9th gif in your folder is your muse’s reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.

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longforgottenpriest:

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She found a cave and she’s not leaving.

((My pet bird is literally making a nest underneath the pillows on my bed. She hisses at me whenever I so much as look at it.))

mawk-innocence:

the-helmaroc-king1:

"I’m well aware of that." But even though Helm was aware of his own comfort, he still doesn’t lower his wing. "I’m just in no mood to be someone’s blanket right now."

"…How about a pillow then?"

"My answer is still no. I don’t want to be someone’s pillow, blanket, or bed."

A Siren’s Song

twilaofthenight:

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Although Helm doesn’t really lean over the side of the boat, he folds his arms over the side and rests his chin on his arms. It gave him a better view of the siren, while giving him the relative safety of being in the boat.  Now that he wasn’t so worried about her trying to drag him down again, he had some time to actually take in her details. Like the way her pale skin contrasted against her dark, flowing hair. Or how she was wearing a ripped top- where had she gotten that? Did she make it? Or found it floating on the waves?

Helm leans over just a bit when Twilight dips her head under the water. For the second time that night, Twilight managed to make him smile. She didn’t look threatening or intimidating. No, she looked rather funny like that. With her cheeks puffed out and her ear fins wiggling, Helm couldn’t help but think she looked like a pufferfish- and had no qualms about keeping that thought to himself. “You know, when you do that, you look like an angry pufferfish.”

Even though she was under water, it wasn’t very difficult to hear what the boy was saying, and the siren was not pleased. She blew a few bubbles in protest, before taking a breath of water and popping her head back up… only to spit cold saltwater into his face. Once she ran out, she tipped over backwards, giggling violently and holding her stomach. Her tail splashed about in the water, her bioluminescent spots lighting up in pulses like twinkling stars. She was laughing so hard that she could hardly feel her discomfort at having the net tied around it, too.

With one final giggle she did a little backwards flip and swam closer to the boat, grinning and showing her sharp teeth. It wasn’t a threatening gesture, it actually resembled the fisherman’s own smile mere moments ago. 

Helm chuckles, seeing the bubbles rise to the surface. He supposed it probably wasn’t a good idea to get this siren riled up. But Twilight had her own way of getting revenge- and it consisted of spitting a stream of cold water into his face. Helm stumbles back into his boat, sputtering a bit. When he looks back over the side of the boat, he was greeted with the sight of the siren laughing. Helm was stunned into silence for a moment, before laughing himself. A few days ago, this creature was trying to kill him, and he’d been trying to capture her. Now they were laughing with each other like friends. Helm couldn’t quite make sense of it. But for some reason, he was okay with this. 

Twilight smiles up at him, showing her sharpened teeth. The last time he’d seen those teeth, he’d been under the waves, struggling to break free of her hold. Back then, the glowing spots along her body had spoken of death, a sort of ‘last light you’ll ever see’ kind of feeling. Now? Helm would have dared to say they looked almost beautiful. “You know, for a siren, you’re actually really-“

"Anybody out there?" A voice cuts through the night. Helm turns his head, only to be greeted with the sight of another boat- this one with three fishermen on it. Their boat had a bright lantern on the bow, and though they were close enough to see Helm’s boat, he didn’t think they’d seen Twilight, as his boat was between her and the other men. Still, the sight of them causes a cold chill to run down his spine. Turning back to Twilight, and without thinking of his words, he says "You need to leave. Now, before they catch you."

“((Out of M!A)) Percival was excited. The locals told him to stay as far away from the Forsaken Fortress as possible. There was a monster there unlike any other that ate anyone and everyone that trespassed his lair. Naturally, he asked where he should avoid and sailed straight there. When he arrived, he weighed anchor and practically pranced ashore. He maintained this swagger as he wandered aimlessly around the island. Monster? He was going to find out just what it was and put it in his bestiary.”

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((Off M!A))

The Helmaroc King was a fan of the foolhardy.

He loved it when creatures did not pay heed to the whispered warnings of the residents of the Great Sea. He enjoyed watching boats arrive at the Forsaken Fortress, spotting them long before they could see the massive bird.

The reason he loved these kind of people, you see, was because he loved to torment them.

Perched atop the highest tower of the Forsaken Fortress, the massive bird stares down at the newcomer. It was clear that they were not a resident of the Great Sea- if they were, they wouldn’t have tried to intrude upon his home so boldly.

With a single flap of his powerful wings, the helmaroc King takes off into the air. But his wings were soon folded against his sides as he dives down at the intruder.

He lands atop them, pinning the creature underneath his massive talons. Dark feathers glistened, absorbing the sunlight, while the steel mask upon his head shone brightly. The bird looks down at the creature trapped underneath him and hisses loudly at the intruder.

The large bird simply shrugs at the question. “I don’t really keep track of my age. Neither did my Master. But if I had to guess, I suppose I would place my age at around… Twenty two? Twenty three years of age? Somewhere in that range.”

"Oh. You’re younger than I expected. The way you spoke I thought you had more years on you. I don’t expect that kind of eloquence until… About half way through the average life span."

The Helmaroc King shakes his head at Percival. “Certain things will age you faster than the average person.” Looking away, he adds “Besides- Helmaroc mature at a different rate than most other creatures do. We’re still considered chicks after two years. It isn’t until we’re about ten years old that we’re considered adults.”