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HUSHSOUND ROUX — TYPHOON / WOLF

Home. It was what Hushsound had always considered The Typhoon to be, no matter how long he was away from it. He had other homes in the past, of course, over the countless lives he had lived before, but none of them were like here. None of the others had allowed him to meet someone like his sister, Goldenluxury – although he had certainly made some good friends in those past lives. Needless to say, Hush hadn't wanted to leave The Typhoon. Rather, he had needed to. He had been plagued by reoccurring dreams, filled with wise and soothing voices telling him that he needed to go. He had someone to protect, and he had a feeling he knew who it was. Someone who had gone through many names, through many lives... all alongside him. Whether her name was Zelda, Tetra, or even Hylia, Hush knew who she was, in his soul. And all he had been told was that she was in danger, and he needed to do something about it.

The instructions were far from clear, especially considering they didn't have the who or the where of Zelda. Still, he had been determined to make sure he did what was ultimately needed. He had told only Goldie of his leaving, knowing that she would understand. After all, she had experience with odd spirits and gods appearing in her dreams – or her nightmares, depending on the day. Hell, he had even considered that perhaps Goldie herself was the one he needed to protect, but he had ultimately decided against it. She had the same smarts and eloquence as Zelda, but there were many things, from the way she called down thunder at will, and the way that she fiercely protected her people, that reminded him very much of someone else. Someone he respected much the same, but someone he knew did not need his protection. And so, he had left, to go search, figuring that Goldie would be fine in his absence, and that he would return to find his sister alright.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though fate enjoyed a cruel sense of irony, because Hush had still been in the middle of his search when he heard news of the Coalition, and the takeover of the Typhoon. Immediately, he had changed his path, long legs carrying him back towards his home as quickly as he possibly could. It was a long journey, especially since he had been scouring every corner of the island, but eventually he had made it back. He seemed slightly tired and wobbly as he walked slowly along the tracks leading into Typhoon territory, a grim expression on his face. His sword bounced in its sheath against his hip, and he was extremely glad to find that the scent of the Coalition on the air seemed to be mercifully staling. Once he reached the bell, he heaved himself up onto his hind legs, shoving his front paws against it and listening as its call echoed out through the territory. He then sat back on his hind legs, using his claw to carve out words carefully in the ground, "WHERE IS GOLDIE?" No matter how far he traveled along throughout the beyond, his desire to talk aloud became no more prominent.

— welcome to the land of the permanent sun