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Post by Malchiresa on Aug 4, 2009 21:43:31 GMT -5
With her feet raised from the ground in her high heeled black boots that wrapped tightly around her shank, her hair straightened down to the curves of her hips, her chest tucked away, buttoned beneath the leather top that matched the loose pants that covered her boots, Malchiresa had surfaced the earth once more. But this time was different. She had come back for Alcatraz. It had been the little island that had once become home to evil, and Malchiresa had come back to the city's center to claim the fortune that was left abandoned by the ruler's of the Underworld. They were insane to believe that a woman of her noteworthiness would allow their slippery hands to lose grip of the heart of which she fought for. They had to be kidding her!
She had heard of the Triad's attempts at Avalon, to claim the throne which rightfully belong to her family. Had they not known that the royal family still ruled both in and out of season? The Head Priestess' coy defense and lack of rulership was laughable, worse, a big joke in the magical community. She had heard the rumors of even the elders laughing at the weakened state of the isle, that was seemingly desolate in its approach. How fun! It was now the target, most predictably, of the triad. They too had been in hiding. Their state of defense and opposition seemed to be just like that of an elder, passive and watchful. She took a hearty joke at the fact that they considered themselves rulers amongst evil, when in all actuality, they were so distant, they had no clue as to what exactly was happening in the evil community! Sad. Very sad.
She had crushed a bug that was crawling towards her with her hard boot. She could hear the crush as she emphasized her step. If they thought that the Malchiresa who was one white eyed and feeble was here, they must think again. She had come to reclaim the island which belonged to them, and no one was going to stop her!
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Post by Sahara Black-Density on Aug 9, 2009 14:13:51 GMT -5
With a sudden burst of flames interrupting the calm over the Island, Sahara had appeared in the fullness of her beauty. She had sensed her friend here and knew that such was a time when they would come together and secure the place for them. There was a lot going on these days in the evil community, and in fact the magical world. But even with the fight for leadership and the pleasures of power, they still had to remain strong and sane, focused on what they wanted to see the end result be and not be distracted by any other news. Sahara had allowed her boots to graze silently across the dusty island, she focused and walking next to the woman that had arrived just before her. She had followed her gaze, and Sahara didnt allow words to fall from her lips, but rather stood silent allowing the moment to pass with reverence.
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Post by Malchiresa on Aug 10, 2009 21:32:52 GMT -5
Malchiresa had felt the presence of her friend, but she remained unmoved. Instead, she spoke, and very softly so that almost the wind could blow her words away. "There is something more out there, and I want to find it." Malchiresa stated as she turned now towards Sahara. Their plans of rising the Underworld was alive now more than ever before, and soon, very soon, they would begin to ensure that what they start will be irreversible. Malchiresa was fed up with the normalcy of things, and she wanted to ensure that what happens this time would become the normal. "I am more sure of this than ever before." Malchiresa said, her head fixed.
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