06-11-2015, 05:27 AM
The black void in which Ganondorf found himself was both familiar and infuriating. The Demon King really DID hate dying. First Enel had killed him, and now the island. Only the knowledge that he had sent quite a few others into the great abyss gave his own death any peace. Still, Ganondorf thought as he reminisced over the events leading to his own death, the battle with Gilgamesh atop their respective dragons and the fall which had claimed his life, It would have been preferable to have killed those people and not have died myself.
As before, the dark atmosphere of death washed away from Ganondorf as he felt life return to him. The great King of the Dark’s yellow eyes opened slowly, his eyelids lethargic and heavy. His body felt as though he’d been sleeping for ages and Ganondorf sighed as he took in his surroundings from his prone position. Stark white walls, lined the large, open room, strewn with beeping and flashing devices, and sterile cots. Here and there, white-clad men and women moved about, checking on the few prone individuals still lying upon the tables.
With a groan, Ganondorf pulled himself into a seated position, his sun-darkened skin pimpled from lying on the cold metal cot. As he did so, the Gerudo King realized that, aside from the nearly translucent linen sheet that had fallen to his waist as he sat up, he was wearing nothing else. It was so uncannily similar to his dream on the island that Ganon nearly leapt to his feet. Before he could, however, a calm, male voice nearby stopped him short, its tone equal parts amusement and arousal.
“Well, it’s about time you woke up, sleepy head,” Karl Jak said from nearby, the man seated upon a steel chair at Ganondorf’s side. A wry grin tugged at the dark-haired gentleman’s lips, as he eyed the Gerudo’s semi-nude form. The Demon King’s brows lowered in irritation at Jak’s appraisal of him, and the man raised his hands in mock surrender and chuckled softly.
“Calm down, big guy! I’m just appreciating the goods. No harm in that, right?”
The Gerudo snorted in derision, though the slight reddening of his dark skin caused Karl’s chuckle to grow louder. At least, until Ganondorf shot the man one of his signature glares and asked, “Why am I naked? I’ve died before and when I revived I was clothed.”
“Well,” Karl replied, that smug grin still annoyingly plastered on his face, “it took you a bit longer than the others to come to after you died… and that armor looked mighty uncomfortable. So, I figured, why not let the beast go free, if you catch my drift.”
This time, Ganondorf’s blush was accompanied by a growl from deep within his throat. “I doubt very much you’d appreciate it if I truly ‘let the beast go free’, Mr. Jak. I assume you’ve seen my exploits on that island.”
And with that, all flirtatiousness left Karl Jak and though his smile never left, it was little more than a slightly playful, and professional, baring of the teeth. “Oh, you’re no fun. I guess maybe stripping you was going a bit far. Still, I just HAD to see Big Daddy G, at least once, before you left us. Your performance in my little game was far beyond my expectations. And that battle with Gilgamesh on the dragons? Our ratings were never higher!”
Ganondorf scowled, tossing aside the sheet in a grandiose manner and rising from the table. Around the room, the personnel gasped and covered their mouths or eyes, though he got a few appreciative looks as well, and another appraisal from his host. The look Karl was giving Ganondorf was like that of a man eying a choice slab of meat; an experience both foreign to the Dark Lord and infuriating. Through gritted teeth, he demanded his clothing and belongings, eliciting an expression of desire denied from his companion, and a shrug.
“Fine, fine. I’ll have your clothing returned to you shortly,” Karl said with a sigh. “I have to get to the VIP room anyway. During your rest, the final contestants and the winner were decided and it wouldn’t do for me to not be there to mingle with them. Still, it was a pleasure to meet you face to face, Daddy G.”
And with that, Karl Jak rose from his chair and left the room, though not without another look at the massive Gerudo and his… assets. Ganondorf sighed and sat upon his recently vacated cot to await the return of his things. Men! he thought as he watched Karl’s tail end pass through the doorway, a coy smile raising the corner of his lips. Perhaps one day, the Lord of Darkness would have time for the attentions of others. But, for now, he had work to do and a world to bring to order.
As before, the dark atmosphere of death washed away from Ganondorf as he felt life return to him. The great King of the Dark’s yellow eyes opened slowly, his eyelids lethargic and heavy. His body felt as though he’d been sleeping for ages and Ganondorf sighed as he took in his surroundings from his prone position. Stark white walls, lined the large, open room, strewn with beeping and flashing devices, and sterile cots. Here and there, white-clad men and women moved about, checking on the few prone individuals still lying upon the tables.
With a groan, Ganondorf pulled himself into a seated position, his sun-darkened skin pimpled from lying on the cold metal cot. As he did so, the Gerudo King realized that, aside from the nearly translucent linen sheet that had fallen to his waist as he sat up, he was wearing nothing else. It was so uncannily similar to his dream on the island that Ganon nearly leapt to his feet. Before he could, however, a calm, male voice nearby stopped him short, its tone equal parts amusement and arousal.
“Well, it’s about time you woke up, sleepy head,” Karl Jak said from nearby, the man seated upon a steel chair at Ganondorf’s side. A wry grin tugged at the dark-haired gentleman’s lips, as he eyed the Gerudo’s semi-nude form. The Demon King’s brows lowered in irritation at Jak’s appraisal of him, and the man raised his hands in mock surrender and chuckled softly.
“Calm down, big guy! I’m just appreciating the goods. No harm in that, right?”
The Gerudo snorted in derision, though the slight reddening of his dark skin caused Karl’s chuckle to grow louder. At least, until Ganondorf shot the man one of his signature glares and asked, “Why am I naked? I’ve died before and when I revived I was clothed.”
“Well,” Karl replied, that smug grin still annoyingly plastered on his face, “it took you a bit longer than the others to come to after you died… and that armor looked mighty uncomfortable. So, I figured, why not let the beast go free, if you catch my drift.”
This time, Ganondorf’s blush was accompanied by a growl from deep within his throat. “I doubt very much you’d appreciate it if I truly ‘let the beast go free’, Mr. Jak. I assume you’ve seen my exploits on that island.”
And with that, all flirtatiousness left Karl Jak and though his smile never left, it was little more than a slightly playful, and professional, baring of the teeth. “Oh, you’re no fun. I guess maybe stripping you was going a bit far. Still, I just HAD to see Big Daddy G, at least once, before you left us. Your performance in my little game was far beyond my expectations. And that battle with Gilgamesh on the dragons? Our ratings were never higher!”
Ganondorf scowled, tossing aside the sheet in a grandiose manner and rising from the table. Around the room, the personnel gasped and covered their mouths or eyes, though he got a few appreciative looks as well, and another appraisal from his host. The look Karl was giving Ganondorf was like that of a man eying a choice slab of meat; an experience both foreign to the Dark Lord and infuriating. Through gritted teeth, he demanded his clothing and belongings, eliciting an expression of desire denied from his companion, and a shrug.
“Fine, fine. I’ll have your clothing returned to you shortly,” Karl said with a sigh. “I have to get to the VIP room anyway. During your rest, the final contestants and the winner were decided and it wouldn’t do for me to not be there to mingle with them. Still, it was a pleasure to meet you face to face, Daddy G.”
And with that, Karl Jak rose from his chair and left the room, though not without another look at the massive Gerudo and his… assets. Ganondorf sighed and sat upon his recently vacated cot to await the return of his things. Men! he thought as he watched Karl’s tail end pass through the doorway, a coy smile raising the corner of his lips. Perhaps one day, the Lord of Darkness would have time for the attentions of others. But, for now, he had work to do and a world to bring to order.