Ganondorf's Truth: The Origin of Wolfos

I remember the beating I received when I returned to the Gerudo Valley. I deserved it of course, as servants are not permitted to leave the fortress without their Masters at their side, and I was serving the King. Ganondorf had looked relieved, or perhaps even pleased at my return, but being the King, he had to show the fortress what happens to a disobedient servant.

            "Xenri, you've been a bad dog. You are not worthy of the title you carry as my bodyguard. Had somebody broken in here while you were off sulking, they might have killed me, and you would be fully responsible for it. I know you cannot speak, but if you try to bite me, I will make sure your punishment is a thousand times worse." Ganondorf hisses at me as he takes a large tanned leather whip from the wall. I notice the metal tips at each end, and I know I will be bleeding from the punishment. I brace myself as the shackles are clasped around my four legs and with a feral shriek, the whip begins to sting me. Every lash, I feel my fur and skin cleave away. Every lash, I feel a new sense of loyalty to my Master and King. Every lash, more of my humanity is beaten out of me, and I honestly enjoy every second. Ganondorf growls and grunts with every stroke of his wrist sending the metal tips of the lashes into my flesh, his voice somehow calls to me like a beacon and I no longer want anything but to serve and protect him. By the time he's done, I learn that my hide has taken over eighty lashes, and most of my fur has been slashed away. My back end aches, and I cannot stand, nor can I walk. My own mother is charged with carrying me into Ganondorf's chamber, laying my body on the floor so I can recover. It is the first time I have ever been in this room.

            Looking back, I wonder if maybe something was wrong with me. I can't say I agreed with the beating I got, but I wasn't complaining and even actively enjoying it. Ganondorf never truly mistreated me, and he was right about the reason. I was charged as his bodyguard. I took that task seriously for the rest of my time with him, in fact, when he went to face the hero, I was locked in a tower so I wouldn't interfere. I only knew something was wrong when the walls began to crumble around me. As I recall this image, for some reason I don't understand, my eyes are filling with tears, and the urge to howl is overpowering now.