#ghiragan

[unironicallycringe]

Evil King of Head-Scritches ...

I was the Secret Santa for @genetteneg in one of my servers! I drew her some fluffy Ganon/Ghira.

Ganondorf's the only one who can mess with this sword spirit's hair and have him turn into a purring kitten instead of a raging murder-machine, I'm sure

[susiceri]

A sword surrounded by his master's creepy hands

He heard it. He felt it. That rumble of the earth... Oh, he knew it very well. He could feel the evil reverberating on the floor, on the walls, in the air... He could feel it perfectly.

And he also felt something else. An extension of that evil spreading everywhere... Without a doubt, it was the work of his master, who longed to spread his power throughout the kingdom. His need to meet with him increased considerably with that oppresive atmosphere that was beginning to form everywhere... Until something distracted him. A black and reddish puddle formed next to him. Was it him?!  Had his master come to him as soon as he regained his power?!  Ooohh, finally, after millennia of waiting, his beloved master had...

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by an ominous sensation followed by horrible screams. What was that? His master did not make those sounds... And despite feeling his essence, that presence was not the powerful king that wielded him in battle. What was... ?

AH!

A strange sensation ran through him. It seemed as if his energy was being absorbed... His energy!  How was he going to present himself to his master if they drained him of his vigor? He wouldn't want a useless sword incapable of inflicting the slightest damage!

However, that anger dissipated when he noticed that the drainage left a horrible pain in his core... A... Terrible and pleasurable pain. Oh, so it was indeed his master. Or a part of him. Therefore, he didn't put up any resistance. If his master wanted to rip his strength from him, it would be for some good reason.  Yes... One that was compensated with that delicious suffering.

"Oh, master... How I long for you to come in person to claim me from this abandoned and sealed place" a metallic moan escaped from him. "I will be waiting for you... Your faithful servant has waited for this return for so long... I do not mind waiting a bit more, and while I do so, I will continue to give you my valuable energy"

The days passed and the spirit that inhabited that sword regularly felt that sensation of pain... He was curious to see what exactly was causing it. But as long as he was inside his blade, he couldn't achieve it. So on one occasion, before that began again, he regained enough consciousness to peer into the world through the edge of his blade... And then that overwhelming sensation returned, the pain returned... The black and reddish puddle was there again.  Oohh, its colours matched the weapons he summoned. It even matched himself.

And at that moment, something appeared that he hadn't seen until then.  Long, dark appendages emerged from the puddle. It was strange... They looked like hands. Creepy hands. Hands that, when they saw him, began to approach with their palms open in his direction.  Showing that eye full of fury that they carried inside.

And what was his magnificent surprise when he noticed how one of them closed around his hilt... And how that wonderful pain ran through him once again, this time even more intense.

A thousand lewd sounds mixed with the hands' screams in that sinister scene that gave the impression of being a macabre ritual between master and servant. A ritual that pleased both equally as they felt the effects it had on each of them...