earthsong9405:

earthnashes:

Hmmm…. actually, maybe it should be one Darknut? The original idea I was fiddling with had like, a small pack of Darknuts that become Ganondorf’s posse of mutant doggos, but perhaps only one singular Darknut would be far more interesting.

Like… let’s just say for the sake of brainstorming, in one of Ganondorf’s lifetimes he had a dog, perhaps the first life time before he was possessed by Demise. The day Ganondorf is stolen away is the start of this dog’s long, painstaking journey to find its master, and so it follows this impersonator around in hopes of it leading it to young master.

The dog is eventually twisted into a Darknut, but is one of the rare cases where it breaks through its corruption due to its loyalty and love for Ganondorf: impersonator has young master, have to find and protect young master, follow, follow, follow.

Along the way the Darknut gains intelligence its brothers and sisters do not: it learns words and speech (albeit limited speech), it learns how to build simple shelters and tools for its own use, how to hide away when its corrupted brethren blindly swing and fight at anything in their path. 

It learns the words “Demon”, “possessed”, and eventually comes to the rough understanding that Impersonator is master, but is not, so young master must still be a prisoner in his own body. And that’s when the Darknut begins to fight.

Not for the Impersonator, never the Impersonator, but young master is there and young master must not be hurt, and so it fights. It is bruised and broken and scarred every time, but it fights to protect what others cannot see. It doesn’t fight always: it doesn’t join the other Darknuts on their pillages and raids, it doesn’t strike at helpless opponents, never takes blind joy in its hurting of others. But still it follows.

The Calamity happens, and the Darknut is lost. Young master is still present, it can sense his spirit, but his body is…. gone? Twisted. Like its own, but worse. Young Master’s body is no longer his own, but the Darknut still remains, guarding the Calamity’s place of prison quietly. 

The Calamity is free, and Darknut does not follow. Young Master’s spirit is no where yet everywhere, it can’t pinpoint where he is, and so it waits like an obedient pet awaiting its master to come home.

The Calamity is dead, and the Darknut is alone. Young master’s spirit is gone, it can’t sense him anywhere. He is gone, and the Darknut has failed his master. It remains rooted in the spot it’s waited in, and there it stays.

….

The young master is alive. How long has it sat there? Many many moons and suns, it can’t tell time, but time doesn’t matter for a twisted soul. Young master is alive, his spirit can be sensed again, and the Darknut can feel there is a purity in it that hasn’t been for a long time. The Darknut shifts, moves, leaves and the overgrowth that have settled over its body breaking as it rises to stand. And it then it walks.

Young master’s aura is far away, it is getting farther now, is he moving? Must be. But that’s okay, because the Darknut will do what it has always done: follows.

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But yeah, kinda turned into a pseudo story of sorts there? I kinda like the idea though, but what do you all think? O:

Rough concept of the good doggo that got a little more rendering than it needed. I went with the floppy-eared Rottweiler headshape instead of the normal Doberman like one to better separate our good doggo from the other Darknuts without taking away their distinctive coloring and markings.

I have no idea if our fluffy friend here is a good boi or a good gorl though, nor a name for them, so suggestions are welcome uwu