@redempti

@redempti

Alright. Progress was progress, as much as he wanted to sink his teeth into this man just to wipe the look from his face--

Ganondorf took a breath, straightened himself and his robes, and started a pace of walking to the palace in the city.

"We will have you stay at the palace, for now," His eyes trail to the other's face, and then he turns back to watch where he's walking, steps sure in the cool of the desert night.

"If that is agreeable to you. In the morning, one of my more magically inclined sisters will be asked her counsel. I ask that any issue you have with me does not touch my people--My Kingdom is my pride, and the people in it are precious. Treat them with respect."

"Hmmmn.." he uttered out, but did not take his eyes off of the other before he decided to look to where the other was pointing. His body turned before walking a bit further away from the other. He didn't want to be here. The energy was so damn.. strange. It was familiar and yet it was so very different.

Ganondorf turned his head to look at the other. "Lead the way oh precious King," he spoke in a condescending tone of voice. His face still harsh with wariness.

“ What I want is answers, so start talking. ”

The Gerudo makes a face at that--likely some combination of a frown and a sneer.

"You are not the first to attempt to get answers from me," He says, the fingers of one hand gripping tightly at the carved stone he rested upon. With a slight push, he stands, and both arms then cross over his chest, burning amber staring down into crystalline blue.

"You will not be the last."

@bldmnrises

"Irony is not a facet lost on me," He replies, meticulously slow as he sizes up the...creature, before him.

"And yet I find none in this situation. Only something bored, seeking to entertain itself with me on a whim."

The King crosses his arms firmly over his chest, and it's evident that he'll be standing firm no matter what is thrown his way.

"Whether or not you know me, of me, or some form of me--I do not know you. Therefore, my patience is thin."

@ourowndemise !

they snicker behind a hand, swallowed by the shadow's glimpse of a moon. lunar child mocks the way his nose wrinkles in his sneer with the scrunch of hair as they kick off to sit in the air.

" temper, temper! it's no fun jumping the gun in the questions game, sire. lest you intend to play unfair? "

hand flicks off their chin, a haphazard shrug of much smaller form.

" malice ; child of the blood moon, a humble servant of yours truly. though, perhaps. . . a different form of you. our tales are woven in separate cloths of legend's tapestry, yet bound together by eternal fate. ironic, isn't it? "

@topaz-adorned

There was blood spilled upon the sands, and for once, it was not his doing.

He had perhaps come upon the scene too late to see exactly what had happened--but the fact of the matter was that someone else was feasting in his territory, and that was unexcusable. A threat.

So he follows the intoxicating scent of iron to its source, eyes trailing along the form of...a traveller. Being devoured rather messily, by a...hm. Some form of creature, one he was unfamiliar with. Fair enough, he supposed; He wasn't in the mood for conversation tonight.

The demon sinks down into a crouch, just enough to give him more stable footing--and he leaps from the sands to fall upon the intruder, a clawed hand forcing its mouth up and away as he sets his teeth into its shoulder, pulling away with a bit in his mouth, growling low at the taste.

“You are Gerudo, as I am. And you have caused me no harm.” Save, maybe, for the tip of her nose just now.

“I see no reason to fear you. I am, however, inclined to ask questions— if you’d entertain the whims of a kihare.”

"You can ask," He says, reclining back, eyes drifting to the broken ceiling of the ruin they currently are visiting.

Historians.

"But I will only answer what I please."