[center]Mindless Song – Kass[/center] Pitter pattering rain pelting the stable roof as the moon shines faintly behind the clouds. Dueling Peaks Stable, a haven for travelers and vagabonds alike. Cozy, welcoming, warm, and importantly, dry. Petrichor wafts up from the land. Wind whistles and slaps against the leather walls of the tent structure. Creaking metal from the pinwheels spins with a shrill squeal on each rotation. Cricket violins in the surrounding grass, a choir of wolves far off, the stream softly battering the rocks a few meters south, a rare puff and whinny from a horse, and the additional accordion playing a simple tune. “Thank you muchly, bard.” Soft, gentle clinking. Overpowering the natural and produced music, one gem of deep violet is pulled from a stable hand’s wallet. Fifty rupees, from hand to feather. Slipping the jewel into his pockets, the Rito’s eyes flash and with a nod the music resumes. Steady, repetitive compressing and decompressing of the instrument rhythmically. Naught but a couple stable hands and a manager remain on site. Empty down beds with simple sheets and canopies, old wooden floorboards with worn rugs, banners strung up on the walls, old lanterns overhead rain soft orange light over the single room hostel. Clouds continue to carry cold, hard droplets to pound the parched soil. Shuffling to-and-fro, another stable hand sweeps the floor. Music. Serendipity. Wrapping all around. Soothing the spirit, silencing stray thoughts, the weariness of the day melting away. Calling to the softer segments of the soul, higher functions of the brain, and to the warmth inside each beating heart. Tranquility, happiness, and history. Greater purpose, carried in vibrations in the air. Minutes turn to hours. No longer does rain keep the audience inside, but the graceful melody from the accordion. Taking a deep breath, Kass slowly unleashes one last note. Sighing softly, the avian leans forward in a slight nod. Setting the instrument aside, it lays upright while the bird rolls underneath the canopy of the bed, laying on his back. “Thank you for the performance tonight!” “Great to hear some classical again.” “Brilliant music! Please stop by again!” Small audience, bigger applause. Clearing his throat, the Rito musician leans over the edge of the bed slightly. Booming blue feathers coat the majority of his body. Black, white, and mustard yellow feathers on the fringes of his wings sharply reflect the lanterns’ light. Yellow feathers run down his abdomen, covered by a white scarf and brown tunic. Talons and scales on his shins, black as coal, gleam sharply. Sleek, sharp, tall, strong, and with a soft gaze. Bouncing, the red and white feather plume adorning his head sways softly. Cracking open his large, jet-black beak a soft baritone fills the room. “Not a problem! I’ve always enjoyed a chance to practice what my teacher had taught me. It’s my mission to learn all I can compose about our ancient civilizations and the hero!” Sitting on the opposite side of the room, one of the shorter workers leans against the small, round, wooden table. “Bard and historian, eh?” Scratching his forehead, the Hylian returns a friendly smile. “Heard about the Singing Ruins out west?” “Oh?” Eyes widening, the Rito’s posture worsens as he leans forward. “No, I haven’t. Could you elaborate for me?” Grabbing and tugging at his hair, the young Hylian clears his throat. Taking a second to respond, his mouth opens and shuts repeatedly. Coughing twice, he finally lets his nervousness shine. “Well, um, they’re interesting. Got some stories of an odd, orange glow and an alluring voice revibrating off the bluffs of southern Tabantha.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Memories ring in the bird’s head for an entire week. Seven long days traversing the span of Hyrule Field, Hyrule Ridge, and settling down at Tabantha Stable. Roughing it on talon from dawn to twilight, just in time for night... completely empty. Wind winds around the quaint tent. Howling around the plateaus and surrounding cliffs. Cold drafts coming down from Tabantha Frontier and Gerudo Highlands stinging the eyes. Holding the ends of the accordion tightly, the Rito’s talons crunch the dry grass beneath him. Moving slowly, his head turns side-to-side as he wanders inside... ... ... ... “Hello?” Inquiry unanswered, the wooden floor of the stable groans underneath his talons. Lanterns unlit, beds unmade, the stools for the table knocked over... Cold, quiet, empty. “Anyone?” ... ... ... Only the wind outside speaks. Whispering nothing into the avian’s ears. Hollow howling hurtling up from the ravine nearby. Dusk darkens. Deepening violet spills from the formerly crimson skies. Crystaline breath fleeing from the Rito, Kass steps inside. No food, no artifacts belonging to another, and still no response. Not a note or direction to go on. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flint smashes matchbox. Tinder ignites fuel. Sparks fly, as the wood in the outdoor hearth ignites. Beneath a giant stone pot, the old firewood crackles. Fire and wind, the only sources of sound besides the bird. Warmth washes over the Rito as he shuts his eyes... a distant voice washes over him too. Amber eyes shooting open, Kass stands up. Clutching his prized accordion close, he tilts his head, walking tensely around the fire. Waves of heat roast his feathers... soothing waves of song slam his mind... Shaking his head, Kass yawns. Glancing around one last time, he sits back down beside the fire. “Clearly, just exhaustion. Just camp out here until dawn, take a look over west, and book it to Rito Village. There’s nothing to fear... Yeah. Nothing to fear...” Translucent, purple cylinders tinge the center of the bird’s sight. Patterns ply at the corners of his mind. Orange cubes spin and oscillate around the corners of his eyes, occupying all peripheral vision. Green pyramids pound on the top of his brain, pushing Kass’ psyche down... down... down... “AH!” Fierce gasping follows alongside ferocious flailing from the Rito. Slapping one wing against his head, Kass groans. Blinking and sighing for a minute, his weary eyes open sluggishly. “Ugh... Hylia save me. It’s time to rest.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]WOOSH!!![/b] Buffeting winds batter the bluffs... and the Rito searching them. Gray and brown rocks before, the usual birch trees rooted in the forest on the top of the cliffs, and one well-mapped shrine radiating blue light at the top. Flapping in the wind, both Kass’ feather accessory and scarf struggle to fly freely. Sun blazing high overhead, Kass leans against a birch. “Seems as though this rumor is a bust... Time to move on.” Closing his eyes, a couple notes sound from the accordion as he rights himself. Turning around, he begins to strut back to the road. Music... Not an echo, not a cheeky crow, nor another accordion. Percussion. Deep, distracting, percussion. Glancing around, a violet prism takes shape in Kass’ eyes. Violet flashes hovering over Tanagar Canyon. Concern rolls off the smooth hemispheres of the Rito’s brain. Sliding down the sides of a green pyramid. “Well, well. Small kingdom. Never imagined hearing a song out here...” Walking over to the edge, shaky step after shaky step carries Kass towards the melody. Purple irises gaze into the abyss. Two Lynels hazily sway at the bottom. Both their eyes radiate a violet light. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Aaaaaah. Finally, someone with some complexity.” Orange cubes block Kass’ vision from finding the source of the voice. As intended. ... “Took too long to find a brain worth picking. Musician, eh? Your talents are more than welcome.” ... Without thought, worry, or word, Kass drops to his knees. Right ear burning, a rough, hard rod presses against it. Mounting pressure in Kass’ ear becomes impossible to resist. [b]Plop![/b] In one ear, out the other. Both ears full, Kass can’t hear the off-key note he plays as he compresses the instrument. [b]Schlooop![/b] Pressure in his head abating, pressure on his instrument reducing. Relaxing his wings, the accordion unleashes a long, low, confused note. [b]Plop![/b] Another thrust, another note. [b]Schlooop![/b] Withdrawing again, another note. “Hmmmm... Hefty. Smooth hemispheres, even, but that just makes you more special~” [b]Squlish![/b] Funny expressions cross Kass’s face. Feeling his brain fading, the Rito’s eyes flutter. Squeezing another misshapen note from his accordion, a pink point pokes from his groin. [b]Squlish![/b] Thrust after thrust. Note after note. Each one becoming less coherent than the last. [b]Squlish![/b] Erection building, the supple, long avian cock slips further from Kass’ crotch. [b]POP!!![/b] Blinking unevenly, Kass gives a dumb, giddy laugh. “Mmmmmph! Fuck my balls are so full... That makes five. Hope you enjoy a creative mind to talk with, Hevrock~” [b]Schloooop!!![/b] Dollops of cum drip from Kass’ ears. Every motion of his head creates a sound... “Ocean...” “Hehe... Hearing the ocean, eh?” Bobbing his head up and down, Kass limply grips his instrument. Laughing all the question away, his vapid voice moans enthusiastically while a sloshing sound in his head echoes in his ears. “Aaaaaaah. Might have left a load in there. Enjoying it?” “Yeah.” “Say, you like music, right? Want to let others hear the ocean?” “Music?” “That good sound. You have the instrument you need~” “Make this good sound?” Lumbering Lynels limp their way in front of Kass. Kneeling, they sway. Dark violet emanates from the back of their eyes. “Here you go, Kass. Just got to cum in those holes on the side of their heads.” “Cum in head?” “Indeed! Plenty easy, wouldn’t you say? Of course, you’ll have to empty them first, but you’ll know you’ve done it when your balls get heavier.” Standing up, Kass’ talons scratch the stone beneath him. Unsteady steps, barely balancing him as he heaves himself off the ground. Eager to perform as ever, Kass primes his hips and begins to worm his cock inside the Lynel’s ear. “Good boy, Kass! Spread that music to every man and woman in Hyrule. Your hips have become your finest instrument now~”