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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
Forsaken King
onyourgoat said,
“School was out and the girl was bored. So Branwen decided to bother her hunting partner. She climbed around until she was just near enough to see him. "Wooow whit did ye do this time?"”

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

The bird turns his head at the sound of the voice, wincing slightly as his skin stung as he moved. Huffing, the Helmaroc King replies, “I was in a fight. Unfortunately, I was a human at the time, so it didn’t turn out so well.” Turning away, he mutters, “Even after the little idiot managed to kill me, he still had to set me on fire…”

"A cin fix it if ye want." Branwen walked over to the limb, arms out to grab it as if it was a run away rabbit.

Helm refrains from stepping away from the girl. He was still wary of the power she possessed… but if she could fix his wing, then trusting her might just be worth it. Hesitantly, Helm nods. “Very well.”

The child wriggled her fingers, put her hands on his damaged wing, and screwed up her face. Nothing happened for a while then the great bird’s wing began to pop and crackle.

At the sounds his wings was making, the bird tenses up, his claws digging into the ground as he tries his best not to cry out or start panicking. He just had to hold still. Hold still, and hope this would be over soon.

onyourgoat said,
“School was out and the girl was bored. So Branwen decided to bother her hunting partner. She climbed around until she was just near enough to see him. "Wooow whit did ye do this time?"”

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

The bird turns his head at the sound of the voice, wincing slightly as his skin stung as he moved. Huffing, the Helmaroc King replies, “I was in a fight. Unfortunately, I was a human at the time, so it didn’t turn out so well.” Turning away, he mutters, “Even after the little idiot managed to kill me, he still had to set me on fire…”

"Yer a silly cooked birdie!" She said again, flapping her arms as she ran around him once. "Yer wing looks like paw’s leg. hehe."

Helm didn’t really appreciate the cooked bird comment, and was about to make a witty retort- but his words halt in his throat as she brings up his wing. Helm turns his head to look at it. “Yes… though the rest of me is doing better, my wing still can’t move.”

"A cin fix it if ye want." Branwen walked over to the limb, arms out to grab it as if it was a run away rabbit.

Helm refrains from stepping away from the girl. He was still wary of the power she possessed… but if she could fix his wing, then trusting her might just be worth it. Hesitantly, Helm nods. “Very well.”

onyourgoat said,
“School was out and the girl was bored. So Branwen decided to bother her hunting partner. She climbed around until she was just near enough to see him. "Wooow whit did ye do this time?"”

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

the-helmaroc-king1:

The bird turns his head at the sound of the voice, wincing slightly as his skin stung as he moved. Huffing, the Helmaroc King replies, “I was in a fight. Unfortunately, I was a human at the time, so it didn’t turn out so well.” Turning away, he mutters, “Even after the little idiot managed to kill me, he still had to set me on fire…”

The bird flinches when the girl pokes him- but his mild panic soon turns to curiosity. Her touch hadn’t hurt him. In fact, it had seemed to soothe some of the pain. He tilts his head at Branwen, but his voice was far from confused when he says, “I am not silly. I’m a perfectly reasonable predator.”

"Yer a silly cooked birdie!" She said again, flapping her arms as she ran around him once. "Yer wing looks like paw’s leg. hehe."

Helm didn’t really appreciate the cooked bird comment, and was about to make a witty retort- but his words halt in his throat as she brings up his wing. Helm turns his head to look at it. “Yes… though the rest of me is doing better, my wing still can’t move.”

onyourgoat said,
“School was out and the girl was bored. So Branwen decided to bother her hunting partner. She climbed around until she was just near enough to see him. "Wooow whit did ye do this time?"”

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

The bird turns his head at the sound of the voice, wincing slightly as his skin stung as he moved. Huffing, the Helmaroc King replies, “I was in a fight. Unfortunately, I was a human at the time, so it didn’t turn out so well.” Turning away, he mutters, “Even after the little idiot managed to kill me, he still had to set me on fire…”

"Oooohhh." Branwen hopped over on one leg and poked his skin. Oddly it didn’t hurt, and even soothed a little. "Yer a silly."

The bird flinches when the girl pokes him- but his mild panic soon turns to curiosity. Her touch hadn’t hurt him. In fact, it had seemed to soothe some of the pain. He tilts his head at Branwen, but his voice was far from confused when he says, “I am not silly. I’m a perfectly reasonable predator.”

onyourgoat said,
“School was out and the girl was bored. So Branwen decided to bother her hunting partner. She climbed around until she was just near enough to see him. "Wooow whit did ye do this time?"”

The bird turns his head at the sound of the voice, wincing slightly as his skin stung as he moved. Huffing, the Helmaroc King replies, “I was in a fight. Unfortunately, I was a human at the time, so it didn’t turn out so well.” Turning away, he mutters, “Even after the little idiot managed to kill me, he still had to set me on fire…”

The Helmaroc King was doing much better today. It had been several days since he’d been killed and burned up, and he was recovering at a steady pace. Under his feathers, burns still littered his skin. But the burns weren’t quite as severe as they once had been, and were slowly healing. It didn’t hurt quite as much to move anymore.

Although, he was still having trouble with his right wing. While Helm had been a human, and after he’d died, a Poe had come along and ripped off his arm. And now that he was a Helmaroc once again, he couldn’t feel anything in his wing. It dragged along the ground uselessly behind him.

But the bird had to hope it would heal. After all, the rest of him was healing- why wouldn’t his wing do the same?

Listen. 

Sometimes I don’t want to rp.

Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.

It’s not me being a bitch.

It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.

((Goodnight, everyone!))

((Probaby gonna sleep soon))

keisawindbat:

the-helmaroc-king1:

Normally, Helm would object to someone hanging off the feathers on his chest like that. Because, more often than not, the creature who was hanging off his feathers was considerably larger and hazier than little Keisa. but because she was so light, her small weight did not bother the large bird.

Smiling down at the little Wind Bat hanging off his chest, Helm tilts his head at his friend. “You’re a great friend, too, Keisa.” Just for his own amusement, he slightly shifts his weight to the side, watching as the little  Wind Bat swayed along with his feathers.

Keisa stayed quiet for now, purring quietly as she felt her body shift back and forth as Helm swayed. This was almost like being rocked back and forth, but instead of relaxing and easing away into sleep, the little Wind Bat had to focus on staying conscious and not letting go of Helm’s feathers. 

It’s strange seeing Helm from this angle… if Keisa didn’t know that this was Helm that she was clinging to, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell whom it was above her from this angle. How strange that a simple angle change can change how something looks. Mind. Blown. At least for Keisa that’s the case.

A soft laugh escapes the Helmaroc. Even though it was difficult to view the little Wind Bat from this angle, he could feel her still clinging on. It was interesting, he thought, how someone as large as him could have a friend who was so small. Even to hylians, she was small. And compared to him? She was downright tiny. But that was all right. Size didn’t determine whether friendships were possible or not. Being so much larger than just about everyone he met, the Helmaroc King knew this well.

Helm stops swaying and stands still, with his head still looking down at Keisa. He had to tilt his head to get a better view of her, one golden eye looking down at the little Wind Bat. “You hanging on all right?”

Anonymous said,
“I mean would you freak out or something, like try to kill someone because of it? Or would it make you feel sick if you tried to eat it...or something along those lines?”

"Of course I would not ‘freak out’. A chicken is just a piece of meat. As such, it wouldn’t offend me, nor would it make me ill."

Anonymous said,
“WWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! *comes flying in like a spear before falling in a pile of hay, causing some of it to rise up into the air.* OOF!! *Peers out from the hay before getting out and dusting myself off and walking towards the bird.* Hey Helmaroc king... how would you feel if someone tried to feed you chicken... this isn't saying you're a chicken...just how would you feel if someone tried to feed you bird meat?”

The bird barely blinks as the Anon comes flying in and lands on a pile of hay. Honestly? He’d seen Anons do much stranger things. This was relatively tame, in his opinion.

"I wouldn’t feel insulted, if that’s what you mean. I do not consider lesser birds, including chickens, to be anything close to a Helmaroc. They are merely food to me, not brethren, like you may have been thinking."

Okay to help my friend feel better reblog if…

lionheart-braeden:

you are okay with Roleplaying with male muns

  • no matter their sexuality 
  • no matter the gender of their muse
  • no matter what as long as they are nice like everyone else should be. 

keisawindbat:

the-helmaroc-king1:

With a loud hiss, the bird barely manages to dodge the incoming bucket. True, it probably wouldn’t have hurt if it had hit- but it was more of a matter of pride for the large predator. In his attempt to dodge the bucket, he’d whipped up another strong wind, making the boat tip precariously in the process.

But one word caught his attention as one of the people on the boat called out to him. The one holding the young child- she said her name was Keisa. At hearing this, the Helmaroc King slows his wing beats, momentarily stopping sending gusts of wind at the boat.

The bird tilts his head at the girl on the boat. She didn’t look like Keisa… except for her yellow eyes and dark skin. He supposed she looked like what Keisa might look like if she was a Hylian. But Keisa was a Wind Bat? How would this even be possible?

"…Keisa? What are you doing? Why do you look so different?"

"I came to see you…!" Keisa responded, speaking a bit louder so that she could be heard over the shifting waters. "I… I wanted you to meet my family…!" She inched closer to the edge of the boat, examining her large feathered friend. 

"Keisa, you’re talking to a large bird…." Emma hissed out quietly, glaring up at Helm. She was at his mercy right now… a strong gust of wind from those wings and this boat will tip right over… and that’s the LAST thing she wanted. 

"Emma, he’s my friend." Keisa whispered back before waving up at Helm. She then moved over to her taller mate and handed Maria to her. "Hold her a moment…." Emma took the little baby and frowned up at Helm. Keisa went back to the edge and motioned for him to come closer. "Come here Helm~… I want to see you up close~!" Even from this distance… she could see his beautiful feathers. Such amazing colors~…

Helm still wasn’t entirely rue why Keisa looked like a Hylian instead of a Wind Bat. And he wasn’t sure who the other person on board the boat was, or why a baby was being passed around. Perhaps they were one of Keisa’s friends? The bird makes sure to keep a wary eye on the other girl on the boat, incase she tried to toss another bucket at his head.

With his wings now beating at a steady, even pace, the bird moves closer to the boat. He was careful to not stir up any strong winds, though as he gets closer, he could see his wingbeats were still causing the boat to rock softly. He was so close to the water, the ends of his tail feathers fell into the great Sea. But Helm had more important things to think about right now that wet tail feathers.

Once he was close enough, Helm stops moving forward, and tilts his head down at the boat. “Keisa, why do you look so different? And who is this?” He looks over at the other person on the boat when he asks the question.

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