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(Hello!)
/sits in front of mother hi
-Bends down to pick him up and hold him in her arms- Hello, My Child.
-looks a little shocked, had not expected her to react this way- You don't... hate us-?
-Looks down at him.- Hate you? I despise you. But you, unfortunately, are still my child. What kind of mother would I be if I only showed you hatred? Do not take these times lightly. I will not be so tender often.
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(( /casually leaving the same comment on every Goddess' profile |D ))
Lord Ganondorf entered the Temple of Time, garbed in a hooded cape that he'd used to mask his identity from the foolish Hylians outside. To anyone who could sense power the same way one could smell a scent or feel a texture, however, the Gerudo King's aura was unmistakable. It was the Triforce's tainted presence that the Goddesses would have felt first, and, if they had been watching, they would have seen the King of Evil remove his hood and stand before the altar, looking upwards as if at them.
"Goddess of Hyrule, Din..." He begins, addressing solely the Goddess of Power first. He places his fisted left hand over his heart- and by extention, the mark of the Triforce as well. His eyes look downwards, into the Spiritual Stone of Fire as he speaks. "Of you and your three sisters I am only thankful to you, that being merely for providing the power that allows me to defy mortality and strengthen the magics given to me by my mothers- both my birth mothers, the Twinrova Koume and Kotake, and my spiritual mother the Sand Goddess. For no other reason will I respect you."
"Goddess of Hyrule, Nayru..." He eyes the Spritual Stone of Water now. "For you I express distaste. I wish to one day remove Hyrule of your beloved Royal Family for eternity- and by extention, the line of Princess Zeldas that so torment my existence."
"Goddess of Hyrule, Farore..." Finally, he looks into the Spiritual Stone of Forest. "I say the same to you as to Nayru, but with the appropriate alterations. Though you have punished me for the murder of two of your heroes of legend, know that someday I will change the reoccurring destiny. Someday, never again will I face the wrath of the Master Sword, or your wretched arrows!"
He aims his gaze upwards again, the Triforce mark on his hand glowing bright- similarly, his eyes burn with the passion of hatred. "If you hear me address you, the so-called benevolent, wise and caring dieties of this land, understand me when I say that I will NEVER respect you or your beloved creations! When the Sand Goddess originally created the land of the Gerudo, it was a paradise, was it not?! What happened to change it so drastically?! For this, I blame your contempt for your fellow Goddess! If it was not your doing, then why did you not help her?!"
Ganondorf's angered tirade, fueled by his utter loathing for Hyrule and his mourning for what he knows to be the fate of the Gerudo, does not end there. "If you truly were the kind-hearted Goddesses you claim to be, the relations between your people and the people of the spiritual mother would never have been violent! The world could have been spared far too much grief! I might never have resultedly come for your power!"
"But since you refuse to correct your wrongdoings, I will do so myself! I will collect the remainder of the Triforce... And I will wipe Hyrule out of history! I will end the pestilence that plagues the desert where I was born! I will rule this world and mold it into TRUE perfection!!"
Ganondorf takes the next few moments to recollect himself. He adjusted his clothing underneath his cloak and put an out-of-place hair back to its proper place. After all, if he was to dominate the earth, he'd best look like the absolute flawlessness that his reign called for.
"Well... with all that said, I suppose it would be foolish to wait for an answer. Farewell." Ganondorf puts the hood back over his head and turns to leave, only hesitating due to the strangely strong aura that the Triforce is reacting to.
Lord Ganondorf entered the Temple of Time, garbed in a hooded cape that he'd used to mask his identity from the foolish Hylians outside. To anyone who could sense power the same way one could smell a scent or feel a texture, however, the Gerudo King's aura was unmistakable. It was the Triforce's tainted presence that the Goddesses would have felt first, and, if they had been watching, they would have seen the King of Evil remove his hood and stand before the altar, looking upwards as if at them.
"Goddess of Hyrule, Din..." He begins, addressing solely the Goddess of Power first. He places his fisted left hand over his heart- and by extention, the mark of the Triforce as well. His eyes look downwards, into the Spiritual Stone of Fire as he speaks. "Of you and your three sisters I am only thankful to you, that being merely for providing the power that allows me to defy mortality and strengthen the magics given to me by my mothers- both my birth mothers, the Twinrova Koume and Kotake, and my spiritual mother the Sand Goddess. For no other reason will I respect you."
"Goddess of Hyrule, Nayru..." He eyes the Spritual Stone of Water now. "For you I express distaste. I wish to one day remove Hyrule of your beloved Royal Family for eternity- and by extention, the line of Princess Zeldas that so torment my existence."
"Goddess of Hyrule, Farore..." Finally, he looks into the Spiritual Stone of Forest. "I say the same to you as to Nayru, but with the appropriate alterations. Though you have punished me for the murder of two of your heroes of legend, know that someday I will change the reoccurring destiny. Someday, never again will I face the wrath of the Master Sword, or your wretched arrows!"
He aims his gaze upwards again, the Triforce mark on his hand glowing bright- similarly, his eyes burn with the passion of hatred. "If you hear me address you, the so-called benevolent, wise and caring dieties of this land, understand me when I say that I will NEVER respect you or your beloved creations! When the Sand Goddess originally created the land of the Gerudo, it was a paradise, was it not?! What happened to change it so drastically?! For this, I blame your contempt for your fellow Goddess! If it was not your doing, then why did you not help her?!"
Ganondorf's angered tirade, fueled by his utter loathing for Hyrule and his mourning for what he knows to be the fate of the Gerudo, does not end there. "If you truly were the kind-hearted Goddesses you claim to be, the relations between your people and the people of the spiritual mother would never have been violent! The world could have been spared far too much grief! I might never have resultedly come for your power!"
"But since you refuse to correct your wrongdoings, I will do so myself! I will collect the remainder of the Triforce... And I will wipe Hyrule out of history! I will end the pestilence that plagues the desert where I was born! I will rule this world and mold it into TRUE perfection!!"
Ganondorf takes the next few moments to recollect himself. He adjusted his clothing underneath his cloak and put an out-of-place hair back to its proper place. After all, if he was to dominate the earth, he'd best look like the absolute flawlessness that his reign called for.
"Well... with all that said, I suppose it would be foolish to wait for an answer. Farewell." Ganondorf puts the hood back over his head and turns to leave, only hesitating due to the strangely strong aura that the Triforce is reacting to.
Perhaps it was against Din's will to withdraw information from the King of the Gerudos, but unlike her sister, Farore was not so willing to give to that which threatened the peace and well-being of her many children. Though an honest weakness of knowing well he was a child of her own occupied her heart and mind, it was only a fraction compared to her anger for him. Content to sit above while her sister blessed the bearer of the Triforce of Power with her presence, Farore lingered still and listened from an ethereal distance. As knowledge began to weigh the evil lord's mind, Farore kept her patience, waiting for the return of her sister. Though they all knew too well what would happen, it was still near striking that the stubbornness of that Gerudo would not lay at peace with the unwinding destiny continuing without pause.
He may not have noticed the presence that so lightly lingered there, even after Din's retreat from the conversation she ignited. It was so weak compared to his patron goddess, only being that Farore would not gift him with her voice nor would she allow him to see her face. Instead, the emerald of the forest glowed, the surface of the stone illuminating a dim light barely bright enough to be seen in the light that filtered into the temple through the windows lining the walls in symetrical design. She was there as he left, a small pulse of daring within her. He would not end any line of hero nor royal. He may try all he pleases. This was withheld. However, a touch of knowledge brushed against the king as he left. Even if he had not noticed, she ensured he knew then and there that she was there. She would not speak, nor would she come to him in any bound form, but she would give her presence.
He may not have noticed the presence that so lightly lingered there, even after Din's retreat from the conversation she ignited. It was so weak compared to his patron goddess, only being that Farore would not gift him with her voice nor would she allow him to see her face. Instead, the emerald of the forest glowed, the surface of the stone illuminating a dim light barely bright enough to be seen in the light that filtered into the temple through the windows lining the walls in symetrical design. She was there as he left, a small pulse of daring within her. He would not end any line of hero nor royal. He may try all he pleases. This was withheld. However, a touch of knowledge brushed against the king as he left. Even if he had not noticed, she ensured he knew then and there that she was there. She would not speak, nor would she come to him in any bound form, but she would give her presence.