𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐟

@powerseeking 
            
            "A Seer by the name of Astor. Obsessed with controlling the mighty Calamity Ganon. I don't recall how I got here. But to fight a dark version if the hero of old was all I remember. I don't expect you to understand this." He stated. He wondered why he wasn't making any progress through the desert. Now he got his answer. Magic. Damn magic. He hated it. Despised magic. He refused to remove his mask but beneath his mask one could picture his expression towards his questions and answer. He didn't answer him. His name or much of anything he spoke except for here he was. Lightly exhaling his shoulders went lax. Gripping at his side that appeared to have had a sword put through him. Looking at the Crimson liquid with such distain and disgust.
            
            "There is one thing I know. I despise magic." He spat. Though his tome and overall body movement showed his disgust towards it. It screwed him over. Separated him from that he knew. Not that ending up in places he didn't know was bad. Hell they lived in a time where travel was consistent. But desert times. The endless sand with not even an oasis to be seen. No food. It was tiring. He was tempted to remove his mask to look his fellow Gerudo in the eyes yet didn't even motion his hand towards it. The harsh movement alone was enough to damage the mask more. A piece of his face could be seen through it then. Only his mouth. A corner of it. Expressionless. 

@yigadisgrace 
            
            Seeing him hop up like that— so agile for someone who looked near-dead— made a smile creep against his features. It wasn’t pleasant and was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl. Once he had been one of the Gerudo, the first born male in centuries, but they cast him out when his power became too great. 
            
            The way he looked at the stranger was cursory, disinterested but somehow piercing. The mask was familiar, as was the outfit; the Yigi clan. When no one approved of his takeover, they helped to stall the hero of old. Link, who had thwarted him time and again. He would let that guide him, he would eventually get vengeance and learn from the mistakes he made not long ago. 
            
            “This desert was created with magic, there is no escape, unless you have the strength to warp yourself far away its clutches,” He answered enigmatically, needing to explain no more than that. “Who sent you here?” 
            
            The question was important, because whoever was responsible would also meet their end. This prison was temporary, his goals weren’t. And the man in front of him might just have a hand in that

@powerseeking 
            
            His eyes beneath the mask noticed that shadow casted over him. The full moon was out and he was in a open field of vast nothingness he knew that it must have been someone. Out of reflex he jumped back with a nimble leap into a backflip. Clenching his fist as his blood spread across the sand more at that point. Since he had no weapons he figured he had to have went fist to cuffs.  Till he noticed it. 
            
            Loosening his battle stance he slowly stood up. No doubt sooga stood evenly with this male. They were both incredibly large. Not to mention he looked that of the Gerudo. But his skin being a slight different shade to the usual deep tan his people had. But the facial features. The hair. It was no doubt he was of his people. He was quiet. His deep tone didn't show itself till after he studied him." You are of Gerudo?" He asked as he tilted his head. The white mask following with it as he took a deep breath." Where am I? State you're name by the Yiga clan." If anything Sooga could appear to be this man's brother for how big he was. But height wasn't the problem. It was the strange but familiar feeling he had when standing head to head with him. Though a piece of Calamity Ganon had embedded itself into this man. He wasn't hostile. Not that he wanted to be. He was lost and weak. Tired. Bleeding. But bore the cuts filled with sand with pride. Not that he minded scars. They littered his body like hell. From training to fights with the mighty hero, Link. Each scar told a story either way. 

@powerseeking yeS//

@yigadisgrace
            //no. 

@powerseeking 
            
            / / ; starter... introductive angst

/   uh   aggressive  -  ?

@powerseeking 
            
            [ oo- can I have an aggressive one on @bythetriforce ? If that's okay with you, at least! ]

@powerseeking 
            
            "In due time. Much things had went to plan. Many things. I need only get close to our 'beloved' Midna and I'll be able to easily finish the job within two days. Though considering you are still reasonably weak I can easily refrain from doing it too soon." Sometimes zant was the one to talk with his fingers. Finger tips pressed against one another as he spoke." Yes that's the thing that must be focused on mainly is the timing. Would be a shame to have everything fall into place for someone to come along and rid that from you."
            
            He tried to stifle back his laughter from behind Ganon as he looked out the window. One thing that was rather hard to hide was that madness behind that skin he wore. Sometimes it would try to slip through in less than accepted times during his time of acting. Biting his lip with his sharp tooth he swallowed that laughter down without drawing too much attention from Ganon. Which was good. A small sweat appeared on his forehead as he punched himself in the gut before straightening his stance when he noticed Ganon move. 
            
            He coughed for a moment as if he forgot something." Ah yes, might I welcome you to the realm of Twilight." 'Zant' could be forgetful at times. Being too caught up in the moment as he had to admit that so far his plan was coming along nicely. Luckily ganon couldnt see the plan he drew out in crayon, crudely drawn like a child was going at it. That would have been embarrassing as his cheeks flashed purple behind his orange shaggy hair. 

@NCTALLHERE 
            As the shackles fell to the ground with a loud crack, he flexed his wrists; now he was truly free. Ganondorf recognized the room, whether it was in perpetual twilight or not, he had seen it before. Smirking, he already began to form some strategy, which wouldn’t be too difficult, if Zant could do as he promised. That, he would have to see.
            
            “And there you will be, watching the product of your work.” While he didn’t believe it was only for fun, the reason didn’t much matter. Staring out of the small window into the darkened scene of Hyrule, his hands gripped the stone with an unsurprising amount of strength. 
            
            Soon, he would get what he needed. 
            
            “How long do you expect this to take?” He asked. He was impatient, but if it sounded reasonable, he wouldn’t question it. And, he needed time to regain his strength, which had been unceremoniously stripped from him. 

@powerseeking 
            
            "Now that's the damn spirit." One would lesst expect this to work. But since Cheshire was willing enough to do most of the work for him he knew he couldnt refuse this offer because all he had to do was stand at the sidelines and watch. It was undeniable that it would be cake to him. 
            
            "A little time and such for this to be done. Wouldn't hurt. Many things take time for something like this to be done. But I'm sure you could wait for it." Hus orange eyes flashed darkly as he placed his hand upon Ganondorf's arm. Eyeing the shackles that still wrapped around his wrists. With a wave of his hand a sharp slice showed as he sliced through them with no problem. Upon his hand diak swords. Persicely aimed for the joints." There. Fit for a ruler." He laughed as he placed his hand on Ganon. From one second to the next they were in a different plane of existence. The realm of twilight. Within a dark room far from others within the castle itself. Almost like a mirror image of hyrule put within a infinite twilight." Zelda, etc. All will be yours." 
            
            He was talking to him like he were a loyal servant to him. A good reason was because it made Zant seem almost submissive for his hunger for what most would call a 'good time'. Hunger for power also fixed Zant's need for that entertainment with a hint of bloodshed and maybe more. After he was done he'd give the wheel to ganon then sit back and watch someone put an end to his rule. Something he thirsted for.

//   completely acceptable for a very sexy anon .    bye 

[ wait .  that's illegal ! ]