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Meeting Grounds
Nov 14, 2016 14:31:27 GMT -5
edited on Nov 14, 2016 14:33:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 14:31:27 GMT -5
The humidity, the oceans of orange sand, the strokes of wind which were both very strong, but far and limited in between; and the hot, yet everyday sun... A mass of fire which peaked at the king from beyond the atmosphere every morning, and kissed him a goodbye at the come of dusk... They were all key pieces of the Gerudo culture, their way of life, so such things couldn't be removed really, but-- as often as he can remember, the children would ask about the sweat which beaded at their mother's brow. The sweat which poured from the warrioress' back, and the sweat which they too, would soon bear within years to come. The Young King huffed, almost in aggression towards this, no wonder they'd all lived lives of thievery. It was the only escape from their solemn early hell. It was either steal, or feed from what little the land had to offer, after all.
Sanguine wished he could make it more mild temperatures here for them, maybe even let them see snow for the first time. Such a thing would delight his daughters, sisters, cousins, and lovers. It would let them a taste of true excitement-- something Hyrule basked in constantly. 'Lest not forget though, some enjoyed this harsh climate. They were prideful and had a birth-given right to be. No other warrior; man nor woman, was as absolutely hardened as the Gerudo tribe. Years beyond the other races in terms of adaptation. They were a truly intriguing group of women. Never harboring weakness in their souls, they weren't cowardly, they weren't easily decieted, and they were all hungry for their own chance to make history. For that the King was glad, but he himself couldn't agree with their suffrage from the world. He wanted them to grow economically. To become wealthy without having to rob others, even if this made him a hypocrite-- it was still his resolve. He would someday make it a reality.
The orange-haired boy laid sprawled on his throne, biting on a stick. A toothpick to be exact, the room itself was decorated with colors and silks of varying regions, as smoky, min-altering, aroma polluted the air. On the floors, women wearing tight outfits passed around a strangely shaped bong, and some giggled-- as if for no reasons at all apparent. They all had a happy, exhausted look about them. Two would kiss each other's necks, and their moans broke the silence of the air, in the background a faint tune was heard from outside. Yet the king's eyes were trained forward, above the entryway of the room. A giant map, approximately fifteen feet wide, and fifteen feet tall was plastered up overtop it. It depicted the world's countries, their income value, and their military strength. Unlike the young women nourishing their bodies with herbs at his feet; the king was deeply in thought. Shooting darts from one side of the map to other, trying to make sense of how these countries would come in handy to him in the coming future.
As if on que, with two of the girls rolling on top of each other, the other two began laughing and whispering to themselves. This broke the heavy focus The Male Gerudo had, but his exhausted eyes still stared off in a direction not particular to anyone among his presence currently. He moved upwards in his chair, kneeling forward with his hands now clasped together over his lap. His voice invoked charisma-- the Gerudo spoke up finally, "I reckon." He started. But then, a small kitten hopped over top the girls on the floor, surely it's innocent mind mistook their sin for a game. Sanguine Montoya cracked a smile. The little guy had recently been adopted by him, and he felt an inner bond with the feline. But kitten was not the right word for him, this little hunter was a lion cub. A mighty beast, and king just the same as he. "I reckon we should begin exploring outside of the mountains to the east, where the sand turns to rocky gravel, and trees larger than my ego stand ready to accept the thieves' of the desert. And then, we'll move our exploits from there." Upon speaking up again; the cub bounced it's way up few step and rubbed around the King's legs, purring. A hand with more than a few large, sapphire, rings petted the beast's body, and then he picked the cub up by the neck skin and allowed it's tiny paws to play with the cloth of his headband.
The cub made a deliberate attempt to roar, unknown-st to itself that it lacked a monstrous tone just yet. The site made San remember his childhood, the attention he resented. But a message within spoke loud and clear to him; so-- as if he were talking to his son. He emitted it to the lion. "One day you'll be big and strong. Little Nemean, and you'll be here when I'm long gone, understand?" Then upon realizing his company were all staring up at him, he sighed. Clasping a shard from the table at his side, it glowed in his hand. "Today marks the first day of our ascension ladies, I have big plans in store for you. Ready the horses for my departure and aware the tribe. I want to take some soldiers with me in case of an attack along the way. Thank you." The women stayed quiet, not answering him, they bowed and exited. It was their habit, to be quiet around him, but he wished they speak to him more often. Then again, when they did talk it was just unnending compliments... Sanguine would rather not hear those.
"Time to erase the past, Ganondorf. My name will shroud your's like new ink on an old parchment. Let the games commence, aye? Hunter." The cub hopped onto his head, as the king returned to his lazy, slouched state. Closing both eyes, with a snarky toothed grin on his face. This would be a fun upbringing. He'd ride this rollercoaster all the way up, and the trip down would be the most exciting. Let's see how this all turns out.~
Sanguine wished he could make it more mild temperatures here for them, maybe even let them see snow for the first time. Such a thing would delight his daughters, sisters, cousins, and lovers. It would let them a taste of true excitement-- something Hyrule basked in constantly. 'Lest not forget though, some enjoyed this harsh climate. They were prideful and had a birth-given right to be. No other warrior; man nor woman, was as absolutely hardened as the Gerudo tribe. Years beyond the other races in terms of adaptation. They were a truly intriguing group of women. Never harboring weakness in their souls, they weren't cowardly, they weren't easily decieted, and they were all hungry for their own chance to make history. For that the King was glad, but he himself couldn't agree with their suffrage from the world. He wanted them to grow economically. To become wealthy without having to rob others, even if this made him a hypocrite-- it was still his resolve. He would someday make it a reality.
The orange-haired boy laid sprawled on his throne, biting on a stick. A toothpick to be exact, the room itself was decorated with colors and silks of varying regions, as smoky, min-altering, aroma polluted the air. On the floors, women wearing tight outfits passed around a strangely shaped bong, and some giggled-- as if for no reasons at all apparent. They all had a happy, exhausted look about them. Two would kiss each other's necks, and their moans broke the silence of the air, in the background a faint tune was heard from outside. Yet the king's eyes were trained forward, above the entryway of the room. A giant map, approximately fifteen feet wide, and fifteen feet tall was plastered up overtop it. It depicted the world's countries, their income value, and their military strength. Unlike the young women nourishing their bodies with herbs at his feet; the king was deeply in thought. Shooting darts from one side of the map to other, trying to make sense of how these countries would come in handy to him in the coming future.
As if on que, with two of the girls rolling on top of each other, the other two began laughing and whispering to themselves. This broke the heavy focus The Male Gerudo had, but his exhausted eyes still stared off in a direction not particular to anyone among his presence currently. He moved upwards in his chair, kneeling forward with his hands now clasped together over his lap. His voice invoked charisma-- the Gerudo spoke up finally, "I reckon." He started. But then, a small kitten hopped over top the girls on the floor, surely it's innocent mind mistook their sin for a game. Sanguine Montoya cracked a smile. The little guy had recently been adopted by him, and he felt an inner bond with the feline. But kitten was not the right word for him, this little hunter was a lion cub. A mighty beast, and king just the same as he. "I reckon we should begin exploring outside of the mountains to the east, where the sand turns to rocky gravel, and trees larger than my ego stand ready to accept the thieves' of the desert. And then, we'll move our exploits from there." Upon speaking up again; the cub bounced it's way up few step and rubbed around the King's legs, purring. A hand with more than a few large, sapphire, rings petted the beast's body, and then he picked the cub up by the neck skin and allowed it's tiny paws to play with the cloth of his headband.
The cub made a deliberate attempt to roar, unknown-st to itself that it lacked a monstrous tone just yet. The site made San remember his childhood, the attention he resented. But a message within spoke loud and clear to him; so-- as if he were talking to his son. He emitted it to the lion. "One day you'll be big and strong. Little Nemean, and you'll be here when I'm long gone, understand?" Then upon realizing his company were all staring up at him, he sighed. Clasping a shard from the table at his side, it glowed in his hand. "Today marks the first day of our ascension ladies, I have big plans in store for you. Ready the horses for my departure and aware the tribe. I want to take some soldiers with me in case of an attack along the way. Thank you." The women stayed quiet, not answering him, they bowed and exited. It was their habit, to be quiet around him, but he wished they speak to him more often. Then again, when they did talk it was just unnending compliments... Sanguine would rather not hear those.
"Time to erase the past, Ganondorf. My name will shroud your's like new ink on an old parchment. Let the games commence, aye? Hunter." The cub hopped onto his head, as the king returned to his lazy, slouched state. Closing both eyes, with a snarky toothed grin on his face. This would be a fun upbringing. He'd ride this rollercoaster all the way up, and the trip down would be the most exciting. Let's see how this all turns out.~