Unused Concept Draft #2: Yco April Fools Ghiracat :3

# Arbiter's Grounds, Gerudo Desert

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A vast expanse of sand and ruins lay peacefully, an unnerving absence of life surrounding grounds. The Molduga that had made the grounds home lay freshly slain atop the sand, slashes and tears littered the creature's flesh. There was a stillness in the air, drier than normal and accompanied by a metallic tang.

Suddenly, movement.

*A sign of life.*

A yiga clan member brutally slammed into the sand, covered in weeping gashes and bruises. The Yiga was accompanied by a man, slowly circling the injuried Yiga. The man's hips swayed with each slow, deliberate step around the Yiga. A predator stalking it's prey.

It wasn't long before the man stopped in front of the yiga, cupping their face with both of his hands.

"How pathetically boring you've been to play with. So quick to crumble and stop fighting back," he cooed, resting his face against the yiga's forehead. "Once more, I am disappointed in your little clan. But what am I to expect from mortals. Oh so useless beings. Undeserving of serving my master or any of the vessels of his legacy."

A long tongue trailed a slash on the yiga's face. The man pouted, unceremoniously dropping the yiga's face and standing up.

"Truly disappointing in every manner," he scoffed and snapped his fingers.

A barrage daggers surrounded the yiga, already too weak to do anything to save themself from their fate. Then...

***TCHK***

Crimson all too similar to that of the yiga's uniform seeped onto the sand below, staining the pale grains. The man turned away and began to slowly walk away, humming and swaying his body to the tune.

He stopped in his tracks. Quiet whispers filled his head. Whispers unheard by the normal ears. Whispers of a voice so hauntingly familiar to the man. Whispers of *his* master.

With a snap of his fingers the man appeared in front of a crater. The whispers grew louder as the man stared into the pitch black depths of the crater. He could sense something, someone, clawing their way up.

A wide grin etched its way on his face as from the crater emerged a giant creature with a glass bottle for a head, a thick liquid sloshed around inside of the bottle. It looked so much like someone made a crude attempt to sew back together his master. Stitches tied together black flesh to grey, the same liquid that its head held seeping from the line where they met.

The man threw his arms out with manic laughter, welcoming the creature to the surface. Only to be met with creature slammed a hand down onto him, pinning the man's head to the ground. But the man did not fight back. No. He gratefully accepted whatever was to come to him.

A flood of thick malice splatter over the pinned man, enveloping his entire body. Bubbling. Festering. All as the creature seemed to melt into the ever growing puddle of malice covering the man.

And then, silence. Not a single sound echoed across the landscape. And slowly the bubbling malice fade into the air, leaving nothing behind. Not even the man.

**MEOW**

Oh wait, there was a cat. A slinky, grey cat with a white spot on the top of its little head.

***A little Ghiracat.***