Hoshor Plains arabella

He listens, his tail swishing silently as his brother rants, throwing carefully worded insults in his face with very little restraint. But it is apparent that no such words could come on a whim, this is the words of a man scorned to the deepest degree. His brother feels cheated, that he is not as grand as Vaati, never to be as big or impressive as his brother that came before him, never to be blessed by the Gods and never destined to be more than the runt of the litter. Vaati shakes his head. "Oh dear brother, you've thought quite a bit about this, haven't you?" His words came with a mocking, tsk tsk, of a tone, knowing full well the mere suggestion was bound to rustle a few metaphorical feathers. "You hunger and thirst for my attention, don't you?" It is a question that does not need an answer, Ganondorf's preferences are well enough known to him. It does not bother him to the degree he outwardly suggests, but would rather use such indications and accusations to how own advantage, like he does now. Perhaps he is asking for a fight, perhaps he is simply interested in seeing how far his brother would go to protect his ego; his most simplistic reputation. Eyeing up the other, silent challenge arises within his optics, unafraid of the physical consequences it may bring.