[ She had evaded the skull's pull fairly easily β stepping away from the arrangement, turning her nose from its aroma of something ancient and its sparkling jewels. A stubbornness compels her, or perhaps a fear of what those empty sockets might see in her. Both, intermingled.
Regardless, Maleficent is well away from the thing, out on the sands (alone, she thinks, but not for long). When the fog starts rolling in, it brings Others with it. She can smell the stench of them, the rot. The dark fey tenses, wings unfolding outwards, preparing herself to take flight β though she hesitates, her vision as obscured as it is. She doesn't like this, having one of her senses stolen from her, and her own eyes flash an angry, acerbic green for a moment as she whips her head around, awaiting what fetid things are ambling ever closer.
But there's someone else β a person, whole and human. A man. Maleficent hears him, and moves his way, sweeping closer on foot for now: she's perhaps as frightening of a sight as what's stumbling up from the sea. Tall and imposing, she is a creature with large wings attached to her back and long horns curling upwards from her head; a dark red mouth reveals fangs as her lip curls upwards in disgust of the rotting things. Devil, she has been called for her appearance. Yet when she speaks, she sounds of a woman, and despite the harrowing circumstance she and her sudden companion are in, there is a sort of sardonic amusement to her words. ]
Do you so commonly find yourself in the company of corpses?
iii. lost carcosa.
Regardless, Maleficent is well away from the thing, out on the sands (alone, she thinks, but not for long). When the fog starts rolling in, it brings Others with it. She can smell the stench of them, the rot. The dark fey tenses, wings unfolding outwards, preparing herself to take flight β though she hesitates, her vision as obscured as it is. She doesn't like this, having one of her senses stolen from her, and her own eyes flash an angry, acerbic green for a moment as she whips her head around, awaiting what fetid things are ambling ever closer.
But there's someone else β a person, whole and human. A man. Maleficent hears him, and moves his way, sweeping closer on foot for now: she's perhaps as frightening of a sight as what's stumbling up from the sea. Tall and imposing, she is a creature with large wings attached to her back and long horns curling upwards from her head; a dark red mouth reveals fangs as her lip curls upwards in disgust of the rotting things. Devil, she has been called for her appearance. Yet when she speaks, she sounds of a woman, and despite the harrowing circumstance she and her sudden companion are in, there is a sort of sardonic amusement to her words. ]
Do you so commonly find yourself in the company of corpses?