thread the needle; open/fallen Aug 13, 2014 22:30:19 GMT -6
Post by Δ Beauty With The Booty on Aug 13, 2014 22:30:19 GMT -6
'The Mistress of All Evil'
'The Mistress of All Evil'
Darkness surrounded the equus that stood at the edge of the pit, sea green orbs staring into the blackness, unseeing. The mistress could not see anything in the dark room, the room reserved for prisoners, and yet here she stood, looking down into the pit. Any that may come across her and actually notice her bodice there, would think she was contemplating suicide. But no, the seventeen point three hand mare was not one to kill herself, oh no. What ran through her mind was a mystery to all that lived and breathed around her. To her, the pure blackness only reminded her of her Mother. The Queen of Cocytus. A smile spread across the duo toned kissers at the thought of the brindled mare. The tobiano mare wondered just how it would sound if she pushed the brindled bitch off into the pit; would she hit bottom or go on forever? It never hurt to know..but she was getting no where closer to killing her Mother by standing here, looking into nothing.
Maleficent snorted and whipped her long tail against the floor, the sound cracked and echoed through the caverns as the powerful blades on the end of her tail cracked stone. She walked daintily through the darkness, finding her way marvelously. When she had first been taken here by her Little Beastie, she had made it mandatory that she know every inch of this land, she could walk the whole land with her eyes closed and never bump into anything. Soon she was in the lighted areas of the caves and she blinked a few times as her eyes got used to the change in lighting. Maleficent scented the air around her, Selven's scent was everywhere and the scent alone made her warm and brought a devilish grin to her facade; one to rival that of her mother's. Her horns glistened as the sun hit them in various intervals as she walked through the corridors. In reality her new home was not much different than the one she grew up in; minus the temperature and weather. She huffed slightly as the heat was absolutely aggravating. She must have looked unattractive when she had made this place her home at first, with all the shedding she did. But now, she was clean of hair and her pelt shimmered beautifully.
She rounded the bend, coming across the one thing she was not allowed to touch. Tortured Memory's bones. She glanced around, knowing Selven could very well be hiding within the shadows. While she very much enjoyed his attentions, he could be very..intimidating at times. She would never let him know that though, and her natural born ability of putting on a convincing facade was a great aid to her when she was in his presence. Her orbs fell back on the pile of bones and she drew closer, her long whipcord swaying lazily behind her as she lowered her skull to get a better look at the old bones. She wondered what this mare had been to Selven and how special one had to be to him for their bones to be kept. Something within her whispered that she wanted to be that special but the ambitious bit of her squashed it; she had more things to do, important things, than be obsessed over. She rose her skull and narrowed her eyes slightly, and snorting before she turned away to find her way back to the surface.