03-11-2014, 01:38 AM
As the Gerudo and his companion approached their target, it seemed as though they had been noticed. Indeed, the figure had ceased its mad rush and, as Ganondorf got closer, the now visibly male person had faced their direction. Fortunately, the man merely seemed ready for an attack, rather than ready to attack. That meant he could be reasoned with. The Dark Lord couldn’t help but grin at the thought. If the strangely-clad man were willing to talk, Ganondorf would certainly have the upper hand. Years of experience in manipulation had brought that confidence.
Soon enough, the Rathalos touched down and Ganondorf dismounted. By this time, the bleeding had finally stopped, though the weakness it left behind had soaked into his bones. Still, Ganondorf put on his best smile and left his cloak hanging about him to hide the blood stains. Of course, the man’s own wound didn’t get past the Gerudo, but he made no sign of noticing it. Inclining his head in respect, the dark-skinned man introduced himself.
“Well met, stranger. I am Ganondorf. With me is my companion, Eighteen. Might I ask what has a man of your caliber rushing across this depressing landscape?”
Soon enough, the Rathalos touched down and Ganondorf dismounted. By this time, the bleeding had finally stopped, though the weakness it left behind had soaked into his bones. Still, Ganondorf put on his best smile and left his cloak hanging about him to hide the blood stains. Of course, the man’s own wound didn’t get past the Gerudo, but he made no sign of noticing it. Inclining his head in respect, the dark-skinned man introduced himself.
“Well met, stranger. I am Ganondorf. With me is my companion, Eighteen. Might I ask what has a man of your caliber rushing across this depressing landscape?”