MLW

It was common knowledge that if you can’t find a Hyrulean partner anywhere, you can most certainly find one in the Gerudo. Usually it was peoples’ first and only choice.

Frequently, it was men. Men always were drawn to the allure of a tall and strong woman. However, people all over started to back off as soon as they heard rumors of a male Gerudo, dazzling the women in the desert to leave their partners to be with him.

You didn’t care who you ended up with, as long as it was a Gerudo.

Walking into the expansive town, wearing the same veil and sirwal you bought last time, you peek around corners, practically scoping out a potential partner.

Unknowingly, you had gotten the attention of a certain someone during the few minutes of your week long stay.

After talking to a few women, you perch up on the steps of the pyramid, observing the city from overhead, occasionally eyeing up ladies from up above.

While perched on the burning steps, you hear slow footsteps descending, stopping right behind you. A thick finger taps your shoulder, followed by a gravelly cough.

—“I couldn’t help but notice you … walking around. You stand out from the crowd of men that come here to look for a lover.”

You turn, expecting a fellow creep, but only to be met with the tallest, largest, strongest man you had ever laid your eyes upon. Cascading fiery red hair flows down his back, like molten glass. Sharp golden eyes glimmer down at you, accompanied by a calm smile. The man is no doubt Gerudo, signaled by his height, skin color, hair color, and, most prominently, nose.

“Oh, well, would it be a delusion to say i’m doing the same thing?” You quip back hastily, after a few seconds of ogling the godlike man in front of you.

He seemed to notice your ogling, and the smile parts to let out a breathy chuckle. —“Not entirely. I’m intrigued; usually it’s men, not a fine woman like yourself.” The man’s compliment tasted like wine, gentle and suave. Narrowed eyes trail over your face and body, covered by the dark blue designed fabric.

“I, am Ganondorf; Cheiftan of the Gerudo.” Your new-found acquaintance reaches down with one overbearing hand, expecting yours. “Will you accompany me? I’d like to know you better~…”

The Chieftain grins, green skin dyed yellow under the beaming desert sun. Sharp teeth glint under shiny lips. This new improvement on your partner-hunting search can lead two ways— by following your gut, to decline and run away, encouraged by the unsettling feeling in your stomach, — or to accept and see where this interest through both parties goes.