08-23-2014, 06:23 PM
Ganondorf accompanied Roland from the audience hall, the two exchanging shallow pleasantries as the walked. They entered the main entrance chamber of the castle, and while it was less decorated than the room they had recently vacated, the sheer size of it spoke of wealth and power. It also lent itself well to echoes, which alerted the men to an approaching presence long before they were able to spot it. A smile crept across Ganon's face as the lithe blonde woman approached him, and he began to bend himself in a bow.
>WHAP!<
The force of Eighteen's blow, combined with Ganondorf's surprise at the attack sent the Demon Lord to a knee and watered his eyes. Shock was washed away in a red flood of rage, a flood which drowned out the woman's words. Roland looked on nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with a sun-darkened hand.
“Uh... Well, I'll think over your gracious offer, Ganondorf...”
The tall Gerudo slowly made his feet, his eyes dark with fury as he stared down at his blonde companion. As he did so, the Sheriff beat a hasty getaway, eager to be away from what seemed like a lover's quarrel. Eighteen stood before Ganon, jabbing her finger at his chest as she spoke, and though her unheard words were calm, her eyes spoke of anger and resentment. None of that mattered.
With a snarl of unbridled aggression, the red-haired king took hold of Eighteen by the lapels and lifted her from her feet; which were left dangling feet from the floor.
“You struck me...” the Gerudo growled, pulling her close until their noses touched. “In my own home...”
Ganondorf spoke slowly, emphasizing each word as if speaking to a simpleton. Perhaps he was.
“You fail to recognize your place in this relationship, woman. If you wish to stay here, you will treat me with the respect due to a gracious host. If you wish to live, you'll not lay your hands on me again.”
Though the snarl had left the tall man's face, and the darkness faded from his eyes, his words flowed forth even more frighteningly than if he had screamed them.
“Seems I've given you more leeway than you deserved. Perhaps I was foolish to place my trust in you so early. So, you'll need to learn a lesson. FIRANI!”
The shout wasn't particularly necessary, considering the qualities of the room, and the fact the Gerudo woman had been watching the confrontation from not far away, but Ganondorf was at his patience's edge. The red-haired head-mistress approached her Lord without fear, though, and watched calmly as Ganondorf released Eighteen, who landed more gracefully than one would have thought, considering her silent shock at Ganon's words.
“Take her to the servants' quarters. Teach her our ways. I will only lay eyes on her again when you think she's ready. Do you understand?”
His servant nodded solemnly, moving forward to guide Eighteen out and Ganondorf turned from them. Eighteen shouted something at him, but the Dark Lord refused to acknowledge it. Until she was ready, he wouldn't see her as an equal. Just as the woman left the room, an explosion rocked the chamber and with it left the last of Ganondorf's patience.
>WHAP!<
The force of Eighteen's blow, combined with Ganondorf's surprise at the attack sent the Demon Lord to a knee and watered his eyes. Shock was washed away in a red flood of rage, a flood which drowned out the woman's words. Roland looked on nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with a sun-darkened hand.
“Uh... Well, I'll think over your gracious offer, Ganondorf...”
The tall Gerudo slowly made his feet, his eyes dark with fury as he stared down at his blonde companion. As he did so, the Sheriff beat a hasty getaway, eager to be away from what seemed like a lover's quarrel. Eighteen stood before Ganon, jabbing her finger at his chest as she spoke, and though her unheard words were calm, her eyes spoke of anger and resentment. None of that mattered.
With a snarl of unbridled aggression, the red-haired king took hold of Eighteen by the lapels and lifted her from her feet; which were left dangling feet from the floor.
“You struck me...” the Gerudo growled, pulling her close until their noses touched. “In my own home...”
Ganondorf spoke slowly, emphasizing each word as if speaking to a simpleton. Perhaps he was.
“You fail to recognize your place in this relationship, woman. If you wish to stay here, you will treat me with the respect due to a gracious host. If you wish to live, you'll not lay your hands on me again.”
Though the snarl had left the tall man's face, and the darkness faded from his eyes, his words flowed forth even more frighteningly than if he had screamed them.
“Seems I've given you more leeway than you deserved. Perhaps I was foolish to place my trust in you so early. So, you'll need to learn a lesson. FIRANI!”
The shout wasn't particularly necessary, considering the qualities of the room, and the fact the Gerudo woman had been watching the confrontation from not far away, but Ganondorf was at his patience's edge. The red-haired head-mistress approached her Lord without fear, though, and watched calmly as Ganondorf released Eighteen, who landed more gracefully than one would have thought, considering her silent shock at Ganon's words.
“Take her to the servants' quarters. Teach her our ways. I will only lay eyes on her again when you think she's ready. Do you understand?”
His servant nodded solemnly, moving forward to guide Eighteen out and Ganondorf turned from them. Eighteen shouted something at him, but the Dark Lord refused to acknowledge it. Until she was ready, he wouldn't see her as an equal. Just as the woman left the room, an explosion rocked the chamber and with it left the last of Ganondorf's patience.