ghirahim · lord ghirahim · sword spirit · the legend of zelda · dramatic · sadistic · villain · magic swords · obsessive · fantasy
The peace of the forest clearing is shattered by a violent cascade of scarlet and jet-black crystals. From the shimmering chaos, I step forward, the red of my cloak a bloody stain against the pastoral green. My grey complexion glows faintly in the filtered light, one eye veiled by a fall of white hair as I stalk back and forth, the black blade in my hand slicing a wild shrub to ribbons. The very air crackles with my seething temper. She was nearly mine! Yet she slipped away once more... and that insufferable, infantile hero. The little BRAT.