Re: Clash of the Elite
The heavy, and somewhat brutal footsteps echoed through out the coliseum, almost as if they came from all directions, into a single point of existence. An existence of total corruption that few dared speak his name. Many wouldn't even look, and those that did retched.
A figure, looming over the empty, casting an eternal darkness even over the shaded floor. A shadow at first, the man, or was it a man? The outline was humanoid, if not somewhat tall and bulked. What was it then, that caused a sense of fear to drift through the breath, and exhumed into the mind?
A cape was visible, and the thudding steps rattled the stadium with power, viciousness. The crop of crimson hair with a single jewel on the forehead. The eyes, soaked in the evil of bloodshed, destruction, manic. A black-plated amour on the chest, filled with yellow gems on the edge.
It was coming closer, as the breath being held by the nothingness would soon creep in, inexpertly, and certainly snuff out any who came and was not ready. That would be the awful fate.
...And just when the doom was about to arrive, it stopped. Suddenly, still went the air as it floated mockingly.
The sound of hooves, something, a horse was coming, yet it was not seen. Like the figure had so recently come, the sound came from everywhere, and resounded into a single point. Then, with a grunt, the figure jumped and the speeding black stallion flew at high speed. The black coat of the horse so deep that even the shadows would make lighting on the valiant animal.
Who could be seen riding on top?
Who could be seen smiling, smirking in triumph as though he had already won?
Who could be seen hanging a fist into the air as the crowd soon arrived?
Who, with a dream of conquest, could be seen with the brilliant triangle of the gods on his hand?
It...
Was...
...Ganondorf.
Ooc-Yep, that's my character.
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