I'm not what you may call, "cuddly" by any sense of the word. Cruel, heartless, bloodthirsty; yeah that sounds more like me. Not something even a mother could love right? Well, that's what I thought myself, until she came along…
The sun shined brightly, birds fluttered about and bees fastidiously buzzed about the spring flowers sprawling across a great meadow like a carpet encrusted with multicolored jewels. But the serenity came to a halt as an ominous shadow cast itself upon the flowing grassland. Panic-stricken, the local denizens fled from the approaching monster gliding through the sky.
With a single beat of its great leathery dull yellow wings, a big purple creature not unlike the pterosaurs of old dived toward the soft ground. With deadly clawed hands and feet, long pointed tail, and menacing jaws that put a crocodile to shame, Ridley, the great leader of the Space Pirates, touched down after a long flight. "So, this must be the place…" He arrived at a humongous abode, the place where legends from across the universe gather to participate in the most prestigious and intense of tournament battles: Smash Mansion.
"Huh, wonder if I'll be stuck as a lousy boss again. One would think someone like me would get more respect." Ridley thought to himself angrily while making his way to the double oak doors.
Standing before the entryway Ridley stood still, for he was too tall to fit inside the ten foot tall doors. A few seconds later a sensor sounded off and sent a small red beam at the waiting mansion guest, causing the commander's body to shrink until he was just able to squeeze through.
Grumbling in discomfort, Ridley twisted and turned beforestumbling inside, straightening a wing that had gotten slightly crumpled. "I hate that part."
With cold, piercing golden eyes, the space pirate scanned the expansive lobby which bustled with participants. Two stocky mustached brothers in overalls, one in red, the other in green, jumped about helping a young blonde woman in a bright pink dress, a fair looking swordsman checked over his shiny blade before brushing a lock of sapphire hair away from his face, a muscle-bound ape flexed his arms beside the fountain situated at the center of the room, and others that Ridley had quickly lost interest in.
Not wanting to garner unwanted attention, the dragon crept quietly towards a distant shady corner of the lobby where a couple large palm tree pots were placed to lie down on the white marble floor for a rest and regain his depleted strength.
Just before he could shut his eyes, a deep echoing voice reached the pirate's ear. "Ah, Mr. Ridley glad to see you've arrived." Ridley raised his head with a slight snarl as a large floating white glove floated towards him.
"I told you, just call me Ridley."
The floating entity, known as Master Hand, swayed up and down as a way of nodding. "Ah yes, my apologies."
With another snarl, the pirate leader sat up slowly, baring his many sharp teeth as he did so. "The Hunter isn't here yet is she?"
Tilting slightly, Master Hand responded nervously, "Actually Samus arrived early, but she's currently in her room."
"Good enough. Now leave me be so I can get some shut eye, or else."
With another nod, the glove did as asked. "Very well Mr.-er Ridley."
Once again the space dragon started to drift off into slumber, only to pick up the sound of an opening door with his acute ears. Letting one eye open a slit, Ridley spied another blonde woman walk through the entry doors.
She looked similar to the female in the pink dress; only she was taller and her hair was longer, covering half her face. Atop her head rested a glittering silver crown laden with precious red and blue stones. The dress she wore wasn't pink, but a pale blue with faint celestial patterns ringed around the bottom. In one hand she carried a thin rod with a star ornament at the end, and it cast a tiny cloud of sparkles with every step.
Alongside the woman, a small yellow sentient star with a pair of black eyes bounced happily in midair all around her while emitting soft squeaks of joy.
Arching his open eyelid to the slightest degree, Ridley snickered, "Must be one of the new ones; ah whatever, just another face for someone to trash." With another grumble, the dragon curled up beneath the greenery using his wings as a blanket, inconspicuous to all.
The overall-clad brothers rushed to greet the celestial denizen, with their princess not far behind.
"Oh Rosalina, you-a made it!" The shorter of the two brothers shouted excitedly.
"Thank you Mario. It's an honor to be here." Rosalina replied in a quiet yet dignified voice.
Others in the lobby gathered to welcome the newcomer, except for Ridley, who had since fallen soundly asleep.
A little while later, after everyone had gone their separate ways into the mansion, Rosalina happened to pass by where Ridley was still snoozing. Despite his large size, the palm fronds had concealed him well, as nobody had noticed his presence since his initial arrival. She sensed tiny movements disturbing the trees, and then saw the unusual scaly purple lump in-between them.
Curious, she lightly tapped the side of the leathery wings with one of her delicate fingers. "Hello?" she prodded politely. The touched appendage slowly lifted, revealing the owner's content face as it slowly rose and fell from every breath.
The star accompanying Rosalina, called a Luma, floated down and hovered right in front of the space pirate's closed eye, wondering what to do next.
The very next moment, Ridley awakened, staring at the Luma mere inches away from his head. Clearly annoyed, he rose slightly and growled with great menace, causing the poor celestial child to dash behind its protector, cowering in fear.
Growing angrier, Ridley lifted his toothy maw at the perceived intruders. "If you know what's good for ya, you'll go away and never dare touch me again. Got it?!"
Rosalina, despite the threat, wasn't intimidated in the slightest. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see who it was under those beautiful wings of yours."
"Flattery ain't gonna get you anywhere with me, now beat it before I bite your head off!" Ridley was now standing at full height towering over Rosalina, who still stood her ground.
The galactic woman merely smiled in amusement. "I'll leave, but first, will you tell me your name? I'm Rosalina by the way."
Ridley huffed and flapped his wings several times in frustration. Eyes ablaze, his anger was reaching the boiling point. "Why won't she just leave me alone?! If it weren't for the stupid mansion rules, she'd been dead by now. Argh!"
Taking a breath to cool down, he folded his wings in front of him so Rosalina couldn't see his face. Uttering what was barely above a whisper, he answered, "Its Ridley…" He heard light laughter beyond his cover, to which he growled in response.
"Ridley? That's a very nice name. Well Ridley, maybe I'll see you again some time."
After a few seconds, Ridley withdrew a tiny bit of his wings to catch a glimpse of Rosalina walking away, the Luma trailing behind her. "The nerve of that woman, trying to make small talk; though, I've never seen someone act so…nice like that towards me… Maybe she even… Bah! That's stupid, there's no way she could…like me… Could she?"