Legend of Zelda: The Rise of Ganondorf [Peachie and TheVillain]
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				Title: <strong>Legend of Zelda: The Rise of Ganondorf [Peachie and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 01:40:34</strong>
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				The desert swallows fools, the goddess of sand isn't the kindest of deities but she believes in the Gerudo so the Gerudo believes in Her. That is how it has always been and how it will always be. Among the deserts, the Gerudo have lived for centuries. A race of survivors and devotees to the Sand Goddess, these women call one of the harshest climates in Hyrule home. Said to be a race of warriors and thieves, they are usually considered too small to really be of consequence to any politics of Hyrule. After all, even though the Gerudo live long - sometimes getting as old as 400 years - only the first baby born every century is male. The Gerudo believe that this one male is destined to be their King, chosen by the Goddess of the Sands for the role.<br><br>The desert swallows fools, but the young man riding toward the fortress was determined to not be a fool. He would approach at night to keep the sentries off guard for a little longer and so that he can be established by the time his presence is found. The night right was cold, as desert nights always were. He moves with a steady pace with his beast as he keeps the cloak high.<br><br>The young man was clearly a Gerudo male. Darkly tanned and faintly green skin with red hair, his golden eyes hide behind the cloak for now, just keeping moving forward among the trail. Thinly marked with ribbons he knows how to follow the way from his surrogate mothers, the witches at the edge of civilization. Oh yes, he would be there before dawn and that would be enough for him.<br><br>The young man, called Ganondorf for a destiny unfairly burdened on him by the Legend of Demise, moves toward his fortress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Zelda: The Rise of Ganondorf [Peachie and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 02:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry for the delay! :)</div></div><br>...<br><br>The desert was her home, and though a harsh environment, her body had eventually become accustomed to such a place. Nighttime brought darkness, and with the lack of sunshine, the sand quickly lost its heat, the acrid air becoming cooler. She stood on her balcony, overlooking the tribe, her eyes flickering, never stopping. Though still young, Nabooru had passed all her trials, making her second in command only to the King himself. Of course, she was constantly learning, striving to be the very best leader, the strongest Gerudo she could be. Not only for herself, but for her people, and even for Hyrule. <br><br>Her fingers curled around the granite of the balcony, her hair rustling slightly in the breeze that brushed her bare shoulders. There was something <em>off</em> about the night air, though Nabooru could not put her finger on it. Taking a deep breath, she searched the grounds below her intently, her eyes squinting to adjust to the darkness that enveloped the city. The sentries were just barely visible in their deep plum attire, their dark red hair disappearing into the darkness of the night. But everything seemed alright. At least, for now. Heaving a deep sigh of frustration, she turned on her bare heel and marched back into the room. <br><br>It would do nothing for her to wander the city this late at night. Instead, she undressed, completely nude, her dark skin illuminated by the moonlight momentarily before slipping underneath the covers of her lavish, plush sheets. She slowed her heart beat until sleep finally came to her, overtaking her completely and utterly until she drifted into a deep sleep.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/4839601fdd413239132adb4d276d5069/tumblr_mqwmy7ZW6n1qdnysyo1_1280.jpg)</div></div><br><br>...<br><br>Dawn was approaching fast, though Imelda and Ingrid were wide awake. Sisters, twins, they were a deadly pair, and just like all Gerudo women, expertly trained in their weapon of choice. Their feet padded the dusty ground, goosebumps a constant growth on their dark skin. As the sun began to rise, slowly, they knew it would grow hot. They removed their protective layer of warmth and opted for their typical Gerudo attire, covering their mouths with their cloths. Both women were towards the edge of the town, near the trail that led into the city. Their eyes were ever searching, ever looking for a threat that would come. No point in being stealthy when they knew their backs were covered by the sentries on the walls, their bow and arrows poised and ready.<br><br>"Thank the gods for dawn," Imelda, the smaller of the two whispered in exasperation, "I'm exhausted." Ingrid nodded her approval, though kept her lips pushed tightly together. She was the stronger of the two, though neither would admit it out loud, not to mention the eldest. "Almost time to switch shifts and then we shall rest." Imelda smiled but continued to walk back and forth, dragging the heavy sword in the dirt lazily. It was rare to ever have any <em>real</em> threats, and Imelda was tired from the long hours. Though anytime Ingrid glanced at her younger sister, Imelda would quickly lift the sword and push her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out and appearing alert to appease her older sibling.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/d49bbae394dbb89ef19e56df2beaa08d/tumblr_n7kztj0jQX1tsjkpvo1_1280.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of Zelda: The Rise of Ganondorf [Peachie and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 17:15:32</strong>
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				As dawn approached, so did he. From the sands came a stranger cloaked completely and not entirely because of the cold of the desert at night. He knows he could of approached this place hours ago and smiles under the hood at this particular thought he had. He should get to the gates just before dawn, when the guards are at their weakest at least mentally speaking.<br><br>Imelda and Ingrid would see him first approaching but the cloak is still on. It's right before the shift change anyway, perfect timing. He approaches the women and comes to a stop as he considers how he'll do this and decides that trying to pass as a woman by himself will just be insulting.<br><br>"<strong>I have come to take the trails of adulthood as is my right.</strong>" he gruffly and firmly states, only with a hint of an order. He doesn't have the power to really enforce that yet but power perceived is power achieved. He removes his hood then, showing that he is something other then the normal Gerudo.<br><br>"<strong>Is there going to be a problem?</strong>"
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