Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 11:41:22 GMT -6
A small black flame with purple edges wafted down the silent hallways, as if riding the breeze of a lazy summer afternoon. A melodic voice drifted from it, singing in sultry tones of seductive sweetness. The flame winked and from it sprang the form of the Unseelie. She wandered through the halls of the Coven hidden by the shadows which swallowed up her slender form and then spit her back out on the other side. Shushed by the cloak she wore were the footfalls of her feet against the floor, hooded from head to toe from peeping eyes was she; the only hint at what lay in the shadow, in wait; were the gold flashes of her eyes whenever the head was turned or tilted. Through the looking glass of one hallway and into that of another chamber without the opening of a door, Maleficent stood in the darkened room a fox-fire springing to life in the air from the flames that licked her flesh. It set the chamber aglow in soft tones of lavender and shadow. The four poster bed immediately drew her attention, and pale fingers reached out to stroke the linens to covet that which they lacked. A solitary figure amongst the shadows was she, were it not for the company of Diablo; twisted and mottled, like a blood clot would be the Unseelie's heart.
Forgetting the bed or lush carpeting of the floor, and towards the window strode our silent wraith; pushing open the thick black-out curtains to allow moonlight to stream into the room. Face upturned, the cold gleam touching her face through the rays of the mother and threading through ebony silk tresses, their fingers of silver and cold. The latch undone and the window pushed open to allow the morning breeze, the metal should have scalded her fingers were it not for a certain charm concealed within her person that protected her from such foolish child's play. A wisp lingers at the edge of the grounds, floating and whispering in its ghostly voice which is quite beautiful to the Fey. A darker shadow looms over the Wisp and Maleficent smiles, her voice springing from parted lips to call home that which she had sent out on an errand. "Come Diablo, we've found us a nest."
As of now she has yet to pull the hood down and reveal herself, though perhaps the mystery woman hopes that this commotion in an unoccupied room will call forth those that reside here. The window is left open for Diablo's return, and wraith moves, cloaked in self-deceit towards the door were fingers turn and twist the knob, pulling the entrance open just as the other hand flicks digits to the switch where the overhead light comes on with an annoying glare, thought paying it no mind Maleficent turns and takes a seat in a chair near the window; looking out into the night and as always humming that soft tune she appears to be riddled with.
Forgetting the bed or lush carpeting of the floor, and towards the window strode our silent wraith; pushing open the thick black-out curtains to allow moonlight to stream into the room. Face upturned, the cold gleam touching her face through the rays of the mother and threading through ebony silk tresses, their fingers of silver and cold. The latch undone and the window pushed open to allow the morning breeze, the metal should have scalded her fingers were it not for a certain charm concealed within her person that protected her from such foolish child's play. A wisp lingers at the edge of the grounds, floating and whispering in its ghostly voice which is quite beautiful to the Fey. A darker shadow looms over the Wisp and Maleficent smiles, her voice springing from parted lips to call home that which she had sent out on an errand. "Come Diablo, we've found us a nest."
As of now she has yet to pull the hood down and reveal herself, though perhaps the mystery woman hopes that this commotion in an unoccupied room will call forth those that reside here. The window is left open for Diablo's return, and wraith moves, cloaked in self-deceit towards the door were fingers turn and twist the knob, pulling the entrance open just as the other hand flicks digits to the switch where the overhead light comes on with an annoying glare, thought paying it no mind Maleficent turns and takes a seat in a chair near the window; looking out into the night and as always humming that soft tune she appears to be riddled with.
I am so happy to see that