Post by Mab Morgause on Apr 3, 2010 4:24:55 GMT
Mab’s heels pressed into the dirt as she walked with purpose through the dark gloomy wood; a scowl fixated on her face as she walked. How dare this…this man say she must start as a feeble recruit. Did he not know who she was? Queen Mab! Dark queen, in control of the dark forces that made little children and men squeal alike…. So far it seemed to her that this alliance would be a mistake. But she had to remember the larger picture… destroying that pompus brat Uther.
As she reached that dark clearing in the forest where she was instructed to meet the dark knight her coal like eyes focused on the man covered in armour, sword clutched tightly in his hand waiting.
Mab smirked the devilish smirk she always had pierced on her dark lips, she curtsied courteously as her dress puffed around; her raven shadowed hair fell elegantly on her bony cheeks. The black knight did not move, but a look of regret appeared on his face almost like he seemed this was a waste of time. “It would seem your reputation exceeds you Mab, showing up in fine lady clothes for training! (the knight chuckled as he spit in her direction) no you’re just a mere wench portraying a Mageâ€
“You do not give me enough credit sir, for your eyes deceive you.†With those words Mab arose from her elegant curtsy, as her dress disintegrated into puffs of black groggy smoke revealing a sleek tinted purple armour suit from which the dress once draped along her body. Smugly she rested her arms behind her back. The black knight scowled, as he drew his sword from his sheave. “Tricks cannot help you in sheer combat Mab, draw your sword wench-“but Mab began to run toward the knight catching him off guard as she pulled her hidden sword from behind her back. “I already have...fool.†Mab leaped into the air above the knight plunging her light long sword through the knight’s chest as she landed elegantly on 2 feet in the soft muddy ground. But what was this? Instead of cries of pain only laughter could be heard, but it was echoing around her with no concrete place of where it could be coming from.
Mab turned on her heels as her eyes bulged in shock, for when she gazed where the knight once stood their stood an old tree slowly dying at the fate of her previously poisoned long sword plunged through its trunk. Mab scowled as she circled on the spot searching for that man, the man she underestimated. Pulling her sword from the tree, her eyes did not give it a second glance as the leaves wilted and fell to the ground around her. Mab’s eyes burned furiously as the echoes voice began to talk to her.
“I must correct myself Dear Mab, your powers are very strong, and your a wise cocky rat! but even you must remember that what is power when the enemy has the upper hand, even the eye can be a traitor in the end.†Mab lips pierced unimaginably tight together fuming as she tightened her grip on her sword; her knuckles turning white. Her raspy voice filled the air in waves like tiny daggers flying in all directions.
Make no Mistake boy, I am not someone you want to toy with… next time you will see darkness! And you will tremble. Because I AM QUEEN!
With those last words Mab lost control of her emotions, as the tree that once was the knight cracked and broke to pieces. Get out of my sight Mab, don’t come back until your royal pain in the highny is ready for a fight and next time leave your god dam temper in the hole you crawled out of! †Mab eyes flickered around her in frustration, she knew he was close, she could feel his presence. But she would take care of him no doubt about it; no one gets the upper hand on Queen Mab. Mab let out a grunt at his last comment as her lovely dress formed around her once more as she quickly manoeuvred her way out of the crumpled mess of wood; thinking it best to leave the forest before her temper brought down the whole wood with her. Her eyes were ablaze with revenge not looking back once, opening her mouth once more before she was lost in the wood away from the hidden knight.
Frik….FRIK?! Where are you? Come here at once, I need target practice! FRIK!!!!
As she reached that dark clearing in the forest where she was instructed to meet the dark knight her coal like eyes focused on the man covered in armour, sword clutched tightly in his hand waiting.
Mab smirked the devilish smirk she always had pierced on her dark lips, she curtsied courteously as her dress puffed around; her raven shadowed hair fell elegantly on her bony cheeks. The black knight did not move, but a look of regret appeared on his face almost like he seemed this was a waste of time. “It would seem your reputation exceeds you Mab, showing up in fine lady clothes for training! (the knight chuckled as he spit in her direction) no you’re just a mere wench portraying a Mageâ€
“You do not give me enough credit sir, for your eyes deceive you.†With those words Mab arose from her elegant curtsy, as her dress disintegrated into puffs of black groggy smoke revealing a sleek tinted purple armour suit from which the dress once draped along her body. Smugly she rested her arms behind her back. The black knight scowled, as he drew his sword from his sheave. “Tricks cannot help you in sheer combat Mab, draw your sword wench-“but Mab began to run toward the knight catching him off guard as she pulled her hidden sword from behind her back. “I already have...fool.†Mab leaped into the air above the knight plunging her light long sword through the knight’s chest as she landed elegantly on 2 feet in the soft muddy ground. But what was this? Instead of cries of pain only laughter could be heard, but it was echoing around her with no concrete place of where it could be coming from.
Mab turned on her heels as her eyes bulged in shock, for when she gazed where the knight once stood their stood an old tree slowly dying at the fate of her previously poisoned long sword plunged through its trunk. Mab scowled as she circled on the spot searching for that man, the man she underestimated. Pulling her sword from the tree, her eyes did not give it a second glance as the leaves wilted and fell to the ground around her. Mab’s eyes burned furiously as the echoes voice began to talk to her.
“I must correct myself Dear Mab, your powers are very strong, and your a wise cocky rat! but even you must remember that what is power when the enemy has the upper hand, even the eye can be a traitor in the end.†Mab lips pierced unimaginably tight together fuming as she tightened her grip on her sword; her knuckles turning white. Her raspy voice filled the air in waves like tiny daggers flying in all directions.
Make no Mistake boy, I am not someone you want to toy with… next time you will see darkness! And you will tremble. Because I AM QUEEN!
With those last words Mab lost control of her emotions, as the tree that once was the knight cracked and broke to pieces. Get out of my sight Mab, don’t come back until your royal pain in the highny is ready for a fight and next time leave your god dam temper in the hole you crawled out of! †Mab eyes flickered around her in frustration, she knew he was close, she could feel his presence. But she would take care of him no doubt about it; no one gets the upper hand on Queen Mab. Mab let out a grunt at his last comment as her lovely dress formed around her once more as she quickly manoeuvred her way out of the crumpled mess of wood; thinking it best to leave the forest before her temper brought down the whole wood with her. Her eyes were ablaze with revenge not looking back once, opening her mouth once more before she was lost in the wood away from the hidden knight.
Frik….FRIK?! Where are you? Come here at once, I need target practice! FRIK!!!!
