On the Surface [silver]

[Sahara Black-Density]

She was a witch. A witch that was in hiding for more years that are countable. She was a mother, a businesswoman, and the heiress of power. Yes, Sahara Black-Density knew who she was, but she also was a very educated woman to know when is the right time to move. That time? That time is now?

It was near midnight. The bus station had already closed but Sahara had found herself on the lower level of the station. It was a dark cold night, the moon was high in the sky dimming the stars that had crawled out from the darkness. Sahara was standing next to a cement pillar with cracks reigning from the ground to the ceiling. Her back was against the wall, arms folded and her legs standing one in from of the other. Her face showed her arrogance and her blackened lipstick showed that she had crawled from the depths of darkness. A scarf was around her neck, protecting her from the cold of the surface earth, a black coat wrapped tight around her body and matching her knee lengthed leather boots. Yes, she was gone for ages, but she was still a fashion goddess.

She was here waiting for when the moment would strike when she would be able to once again wreck havoc on the surface. There is no fury like a bitch scorned.

[Silver Simmons Pryce]

New York, the city that never sleeps. It's always up and ready for adventure, the question is are you? Silver was more than ready and embraced it full circle. Moving from shop to shop, she used something called mr. plastic aka credit card.

She had so many things going through her mind though, she had to get back to San Fransisco to meet with Hannah after she had heard she needed silver. She still couldn't believe Holly was going through that whole rebellious stage. It kinda made Silver proud, but, then that was drowned with the fact that she choose someone over her family.

Walking through the streets she saw many different people of all backgrounds. Black, white, Hispanic, Asian..they were all here. Such a diverse place to just grow as an individual. That's one of the only things her dad did show her. Her dad was such a inconsiderate loser. Silver really wasn't on the best terms with him and in her mind, with good reason. He's always to busy to hang with her and mom doesn't help. It's like is that why you give me credit cards because your too busy.

Silver, walked into the station dressed in a black leather jacket with a white tanktop, showing her hard abs. Her black jeans seemed to keep her warm in this weather and the black boots to matched kept everything on flow. Grabbing her lipgloss she cemented it on her luscious lips. Kiwi-Strawberry is such a sexy choice, Silver thought as she looked to her side. The feeling of magick, overwhelmed her as she felt it at this very moment almost like a thump.

[Sahara Black-Density]

Sahara had not been in the magical circle for a while but she knew magic when she felt it! She loosed her arms from its fold and batted her eyes to the side to see the figure crawling slowly into her direction. It most clearly was a witch. The smell of the rotten potions of good magic, the undeniable stench of someone fondling with recent manipulation of the earth's energy and a girl who had clearly lost her mind coming up to her without regard. She was a Density, a woman to be feared by all.

Sahara's absence from the magical rings had allowed her to become even more evil than she was before. She had almost become neutral and more focused on a career than her links to magic ages ago. However, now, now that she had to protect both herself and her son without any guidance from her other family members, she had become ruthless.

Sahara unsticked herself from the wall and turned in the direction of the approaching witch. Sahara placed her hands at her waistline and her lips tightened as she was prepared to get good blood on her hands once more. She was no vampire, but every now and again a woman needed the smell of rotten blood in her palms.

[Silver Simmons Pryce]

Walking up to the woman, a smile on her face Silver thought about all the things leading up to this. Her mother was a powerful woman in the magickal world, one of the pwoerfulest. Her father was a very strong witch and a highly govermental offical, and, she was the destined one. Her eeys scanned unto the woamn with much style. Black was so the new black.

Her hair seemed to move with the wind, back and forth as her lipgloss seemed to shine. She walked very slow but sensual and couldn't stop looking at the woman with the desnity name. Her heart started to pound more as she had to think what to do at this very moment in time. She was inches away, and, those inches became seconds as Silver took a deep breathe.

"Your Sahara, the fashion designer. I must say..I love you work and those shoes are hot!"

Silver looked down at the shoes, and couldn't help but smirk.

[Sahara Black-Density]

She was being coy, sheepish, a loaf, a pimpette, a heathen, a hypocrite. How dare she bring up her mortal life when face to face with a fellow witch. Sahara batted her eye, pushing out one of her legs allowing the shoe the woman complimented to stand out against the gray cracking pavement. Sahara knew this girl's plans. She wanted to talk this through, get on her good side, she wanted to prevent her pending death. Too bad! Sahara had seen it all! "Why are you here?" Sahara replied in a spiteful tone, ignoring the woman's sentiments.

[Silver Simmons Pryce]

Silver looked at her in a confused manner, wondering why she was acting so prissy. The posture of her body and the way she looked at Silver gave it away. As Sahara asked the question, Silver raised her eyebrow and spoke. "Well..I was supposed to meet someone here and you know, they didn't show. So now I'm just waiting for someone to pick me up." Silver couldn't help but wonder what magick the fashion designer possessed. She was no doubt a witch and Silver had to keep up this nice routine. Can't judge a book by her cover..right?
"So..why are you here so late? I mean someone like you must have millions of things to do with fashion week soon approaching?"