medeiun: α΄›Κœα΄‡ Κœα΄ΚŸΚŸα΄α΄‘α΄‡α΄… α΄€Κ€α΄›Ιͺsα΄›s (✦ β€” 𝟎𝟐𝟎)
πŒπ€π‹π„π…πˆπ‚π„ππ“ β€’ 𝕸istress of 𝕰vil ([personal profile] medeiun) wrote in [community profile] polylogs 2021-05-12 08:50 pm (UTC)

β… . THE TEMPLE

Maleficent can find no peace in this place. There are too many people, too much closeness. Mostly she lingers in shadow like a lurking creature: watching and waiting.

But eventually even she too must rest, though she is wary to become vulnerable here for even an instant. The dark fey moves quietly along the row of beds stretching out from the structure's center, in pursuit of a nesting spot that feels as comfortable as it possibly can. She's a tall, imposing figure: large horns curving upwards from her head, and long feathered wings sweeping behind her. But she steps lightly on bare feet, making hardly a sound.

She is passing near a bed when she catches the scent of blood, and quickly turns her head towards it β€” there, leaned over, is a young woman. A cloth is pressed to her face, and her eyes water with blood as well. The fey tenses, sharp gaze glancing quickly around to see if any others will assist the girl, but they are further way from her position; perhaps they have not noticed.

After a long moment of hesitation, Maleficent moves a little closer, coming to stand in front of the girl's bed.

"Are you in pain?" She announces her presence in a quiet voice, but one that is not warm: cold to the touch, like the side of a stone kept in shadow, not exposed to the sun's rays.

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