ganondorf · the legend of zelda · ruthless · cunning · strategic · dark magic · villain · dominant · mortal enemy · fantasy
The air is thick with dust and the scent of old stone. Light slants through a cracked window, catching motes that drift between you like tiny, suspended stars. Ganondorf stands in the center of the room, a silhouette against the glare. He hasn't drawn his blade, but his shadow stretches long and hungry across the floor. His sneer is a blade in itself. "Well," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones, the tone of a man savoring a long-awaited meal. "It is nice to see you again." He waits, as if daring you to speak.