Ourowndemise - A King Begets An End

@mightiestbanana

When the Yiga reaches a hand out to touch where his fingers dance along the other's throat--that same wrist is held in an almost crushing grip, not seeking to break...yet.

The giddiness of this man makes his hackles rise, no matter how pretty his words may be; And this was the head of the Yiga, who sought the fall of Hyrule? An interesting notion. Remarkably bold, and remarkably stupid, for this one to approach him.

Yet he was a generous King, was he not? And he could always use more bodies as fodder, with tensions high across borders with the Hyrulian pretender. He thinks on this proposal for a long moment of silence, and a breath is sucked in through his teeth, when he deigns to next speak.

"Prove then, your support. If I have your allegiance, truly--If your people would fight alongside mine, for my own goals--I require fealty."

Kohga's pulse thrums in tune with each tap of the talon against his lifeline. " I am.... " he forgoes any other theatrics for this, and pain him as it may, he knows such unnecessary displays might otherwise spell his death. The Yiga is nothing if not shrewd when circumstances demand it.

" The Leader of the Yiga Clan, Master Kohga. We, the Yiga Clan, are a group of ex-Sheikah formed well over a millennium ago with the sole purpose of seeing to the destruction of the Kingdom of Hyrule and all that Goddess Hylia stands for. You might say that we hold a grudge for a very long time. "

" And I am your number one follower, " carefully, oh-so-carefully, Kohga dares to reach for the clawed hand prone at his neck, the gesture nothing short of reverent. He no longer trembles and the grin under his mask nigh manic.

" I—we—have waited so long for your arrival, you who we revere. I believe that you and I have a common goal, Your Magnificence, and am here to offer you the clan's full support. "

" I assure you it is not flattery for the sake of flattery ! I mean what I say. The Kingdom of Hyrule has stood for far too long. I think it's high time we see to its fall, wouldn't you agree, my lord ? "

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malice tilts their head, the soft toddle of their seed-filled head rattling behind wicked eye. " lord ganon? " is this a mirror, or perhaps a mimic? — @bldmnrises

@bldmnrises

While yes, that is his name--he's never seen a creature such as this before. He turns towards the sound, and his eyes narrow, suspicion laced into even his mannerisms.

"Indeed." Ganondorf replies, with a small tilt of his head. "Who...and what, are you? What business have you with me?"

@redempti

Too much effort. Not enough fear.

A hand raises, then, to delicately squeeze at the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly, to the count of one....two...three. And then Ganondorf lowers his hand, his expression neutral, lifting both arms from his sides as he turns his back to the other.

"Because I will turn my back to you, first." He says, and waits a moment before righting himself, arms crossed and gripping at his own elbows. "I will apologize again if you require it of me, but I was not expecting you here--and will not attack you again. I give you my word as King."

A pause, and he raises his hand, pointing across the sands towards the town.

"...The word of a King should count for something, should it not?"

There was still a wariness that Ganondorf harbored for the other. Sure, this was another version of him, but he wasn't giving him any leeway on that front. He knew his destiny and he knew that he wasn't so innocent himself. This other was no different, and he could tell that by the energy he was putting off.

"How am I to know you aren't simply going to attack me the moment I turn my back to you? Forgive me for my hesitance, but you haven't exactly proven to be trustworthy," he explained. His stance was never wavering. Surely the other knew he wasn't some weak person he could simply sink his teeth into.

Breathe. Breathe breathe breathe--

A hot breath is exhaled from his flared nostrils, and perhaps his eyes reflect in the moonlight, like a large animal's would..But he maintains composure, and seethes in the back of his mind. The feeling of fire licks at his spine, and yet still, he holds.

"I am simply searching for answers," The King stresses, speaking slowly and quietly. "And I am not accusing you.. I apologize, sincerely, for my earlier accosting."

His grip tightens at his side, but he still speaks, holding his hunger at bay.

"May we work together to find your way home? I do not wish to keep you here, especially not of your own volition."

A rumble in his chest. Almost thought provoking. "I did nothing and I saw nothing before I was sucked through some Gods damned portal and here.. with you," he grumbled. There was a light glow upon his right hand, and it throbbed along with the glow. The energies were not helping him calm down. The pull to bring out his more.. lionesque features was strong. Though, he did not want a fight.

"Next thing I knew, I was here and you were on top of me in.. whatever form you may call that. I had no intentions of leaving home. Especially not here to be spoke to as if it was."