<div align="center">(http://pre15.deviantart.net/daa4/th/pre/f/2012/066/7/b/ganon__s_fist_by_leo_diamond_by_leodiamond-d4s0igt.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Ganondorf<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Execution - Skyrim Roads<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Laughing softly while remembering his previous execution<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Too Big for his Cage</div><hr/><hr/><br/>The large bulk of a man of 7'6 and 3/4 Quarters in height sat in his prison cell with a thick little laugh as he grinned towards one of the men that was walking by his block. His lips turned up to show the sharp corners of his canines, proving once more that he was in no way human. He was Gerudo! Ruthless, tough, and powerful. That was his people, and he was proud to be one of them. He knew he had gotten himself captured by doing something completely out of character for him. He joined a team in freeing another group of prisoners, not so unlike themselves at the moment. The break in had gone rather smoothly, they had yet to sound any alarms or come across a guard to alert the others. And that was where his gut had clenched in suspicion. He should of followed his instincts and had someone with the abilities to scout go do surveillance for them. But no, for once in his life he had ignored his instincts and pushed along. Walking right into the ambush within the chamber where the other prisoners were held. They had thought and had managed to crush the force waiting for them, not without the others in his team receiving injuries. But they were all alive, and the prisoners had been freed.<br/><br/>However, the situation was more dire. It had been a setup from the start. And trying to escape now would only result in them all being captured. So Ganondorf did what he did best...he<em>Destroyed!</em>Busting down wall after wall until they had a clear way outside. This allowed everyone to have a clear escape to flee, but it drew the attention of everyone in the building. Fast on their heels the soldiers and magic users alike charged at them. Forcing them all to continue ahead he stayed back to hold them off.<br/><br/>He kept them back a good while...relishing the battle and bloodshed. The hatred and fear glowing from his foes and the prisoners still captured within the walls of  prison feeding him. He was a monster, cutting and rending flesh. But no one can last against an unending onslaught of attacks forever. And he went down, awakening in this cramp cell without his weapons. And his magic sealed.<br/><br/>Ah, thinking on it...Hyrule was doing this to him<em>again.</em>This time it was just the Princess and not her dear old bastard of a father that delivered the order.<em>"Heh Hah Hah HAH!"</em>The dark glow of his yellow piercing eyes shimmer as he ignores the biting cold that cut into his skin and bones. He could easily deal with little food and water, his home lead to that constantly. But the biting cold was new, and quite the annoyance. "I guess the princess didn't fall far from the tree after all....oh? Wondering who I'm talking about are you?" He looks around at any guys that were looking at him from his loud laugh. His lips curled in a smirk as he decides to answer the looking eyes. "I speak of our dear old<em>Tyrant</em>Queen, always a princess. Never a queen. The Dominion attack must of been the best thing that ever happened to her." And now he was purposely mocking their queen, making it sound like she had only risen into power due to the ancient<em>war</em>and had no right as queen. He may respect her, but by no means did he respect these pathetic worms that believed they would be the death of him. He had been executed before, and survived it. He would survive it again.<br/><br/>He decides to test the wills of the barbarian ilk that are leading them to their place of execution. Leaning back against the rusted bars he looks at one of them, keeping his expression cruel and amused as he spoke. "I can't help but wonder. Were<em>any</em>of you actually told who you were transporting? Why this had to be lead to a secret location? It amuses me how high you place yourselves despite how easily any of us could kill you if you just got a<em>little</em>too close. " He looks over the men that were walking along the prison cells. "But none of you give a damn if another one of you got killed do you? Just<em>another</em>chance for you to gain power, to grow in strength...oh, don't worry. I'm not insulting you. Its survivral of the<em>Strong!</em>After all, you need that kind of mind if you ever want to lead these men." He didn't care if he made them angry, if he planted the seed of doubt into them. If one of them gained the idea of such a plot and decided to act on it. All he wanted to do was<em>feed</em>their darkness. And to<em>feed</em>on it in return. To gather his strength for the battle he knew was to come from every dark emotion he could around him. Even his fellow prisoners if he could.