Post by Maleficent on Jun 8, 2019 20:17:12 GMT
(January 18th, Maleficent's study chamber. Closed for Eris Nolybab and Bellwether Plague )
Darkness crept at the corners of the sizable room, only warded off by the healthy flicker of candles. Shadows writhed with each sway of the flames, it almost appeared as though they danced in tandem for their queen. Pale green-yellow gaze remained tamed atop parchment, folds of displeasure marred her brows and she grimaced at such numbers. The Cursed Thorns's ranks weren't flourishing as she had hoped. Suppose it was hard to rally those to fight for her, perhaps respect wasn't something she could command, maybe fear was the best tactic. The queen gazed long and hard at the scrawled smears of ink atop the grain and ultimately slapped the paper down.
Annoyance radiated from her in a cold vapor, she was stewing and her vengeance wished to be quenched. Humans, animals, aliens, did they even matter to her? That question would have to be answered another time, she could care very little for the mortals who pledged. Everyone had an ulterior motive, everyone did and Maleficent knew not to be fooled by the greed and selfishness of those who dared to play on the same status as her.
Nails clicked absently before the mistress ascended her palm to reach for her glass only to be greeted by an empty container. Squinting, she offered her attention towards the onyx avian perched comfortably in the corner of writhing darkness.
"Diaval," she prompted, voice clear and resonating which caused the bird's eyes to crease open and his silent wings to aloft over. "Fetch me my secretary and request the tea... The one for calming oneself," she sighed as the raven parted by, escaping the window to scour for the bi-pedal sheep. These whims where so interesting, a sheep on legs as her secretary? She didn't despair at it, no the sheep served her quite well and made some delicious brews. Lifting from her chair, her gaze narrowed considerable as malachite eyes drifted towards her window once more. She sensed a presence, a familiar one at that.
Darkness crept at the corners of the sizable room, only warded off by the healthy flicker of candles. Shadows writhed with each sway of the flames, it almost appeared as though they danced in tandem for their queen. Pale green-yellow gaze remained tamed atop parchment, folds of displeasure marred her brows and she grimaced at such numbers. The Cursed Thorns's ranks weren't flourishing as she had hoped. Suppose it was hard to rally those to fight for her, perhaps respect wasn't something she could command, maybe fear was the best tactic. The queen gazed long and hard at the scrawled smears of ink atop the grain and ultimately slapped the paper down.
Annoyance radiated from her in a cold vapor, she was stewing and her vengeance wished to be quenched. Humans, animals, aliens, did they even matter to her? That question would have to be answered another time, she could care very little for the mortals who pledged. Everyone had an ulterior motive, everyone did and Maleficent knew not to be fooled by the greed and selfishness of those who dared to play on the same status as her.
Nails clicked absently before the mistress ascended her palm to reach for her glass only to be greeted by an empty container. Squinting, she offered her attention towards the onyx avian perched comfortably in the corner of writhing darkness.
"Diaval," she prompted, voice clear and resonating which caused the bird's eyes to crease open and his silent wings to aloft over. "Fetch me my secretary and request the tea... The one for calming oneself," she sighed as the raven parted by, escaping the window to scour for the bi-pedal sheep. These whims where so interesting, a sheep on legs as her secretary? She didn't despair at it, no the sheep served her quite well and made some delicious brews. Lifting from her chair, her gaze narrowed considerable as malachite eyes drifted towards her window once more. She sensed a presence, a familiar one at that.