Post by Trix on Jul 31, 2007 0:12:57 GMT -5
Her footsteps were heavy as she approached the swamp witch's abode, her curved frame hidden beneath a silver gown and a slate-grey silk cloak.
Royalty.
Lifting a hand shakily, she allowed her knuckles to make contact with the door once, twice, thrice.
Shifitng with un-ease, the blonde woman cast her pale azure eyes to the forest around her, feeling nauseated as she moved a hand to brace herself with the wall. At least she could do something right... And she would do what she must.
As the door opened, the swamp witch appeared, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. "Meh lady, I ad not expected you company dis 'eve." Her cracked lips formed a smile and she stepped aside, her bony, scraggly excuse for a cat staring at her, its amber eyes seeming-- judgemental.
With a hesitant look, the woman under the cloak stepped through the thresh-hold, and into the dark and un-welcoming 'shack'.
The witch ahd not taken her eyes off of the woman from teh instant she had opened the door. With a dark smile, the witch notioned to two chairs in the center of the room, clearly meaning for the royal to sit in one.
Nodding slowly to Lachra, Syrenia pulled back the hood of her cloak and sat in the ajasent chair to the witch's and blinked at the floor, guilt still paining her.
The witch raised a brow, sensing teh guilt that raidiated off of the other woman and leaned abck in ehr chair, waiting for the queen to speak.
Syrenia exhaled a long breath and lifted a hand to her tired, puffy blood-shot eyes and shook ehr head while rubbing her eyes, and trying not to cry. She had screwed up, royally screwed up.
The witch clicked ehr tongue, annoyed with the prolonged silence. "Meh lady, even dough, I am pleased to be in your company, I do not 'ave all night."
Syrenia nodded slowly and looked up at the witch, her azure eyes sparkling with a terrific sorrow. "I want the hurt to go away Lachra--"
The witch raised her eye brows. "You want poison? A knife?" She frowned "You could have--"
Syrenia cut her off. "I am pregnant."
Her words hung in the air between them for a few long moments, and the elder of the two slowly nodded, drumming ehr fingers on the chair's armrest.
"So you cannot 'ave suicide?" She closed ehr eyes and scratched her chin with her long finger nails. "Dat is a problem isn't it..."
The lycan queen looked down and nodded slowly, tears blurring ehr vision. "Lachra, I-- I cheated on him..." She whispered, her chin quivvering. "But I'm pregnant with his babe.." She whispered, her face froth with pain.
Lachra raised her brows, genuinely surprised. "And what is it you want then meh Lady?" She asked. "I know you 'ave people you would much rada' be talking to right now."
Syrenia blinked foreward and clutched her fist with ehr free hand, trembling visibly now. "I-- I want to be free Lachra, but I can't... I know I can't... He isn't stupid-- I know that he knows..."
Lachra stood and knocked ehr chair over, laughing before glaring over at Syrenia. "Of course 'e knows!" She shook her head and moved like fog to one of her book-shelves.
Syrenia blinked away from the witch doing all that she could not to break down. "What should I do?"
Lachra blinked over at teh woman and smirked coldly. "if I may be so bold Meh lady, 'dere is naught' you can do now. What you should 'ave done was keep your pants on, no?"
Syrenia got up from her chair, practicly flinging it across the room, her eyes an inferno of rage. In a fluid movement she had the witch by the neck and was holding her against the book shelf, her wolven fangs peircing her lower-lip. "How. Dare. You." Each word was puncuated and dripping with venom.
Lachra laughed, hysteric. " 'Ow dare I?" She shook her head slowly and smiled before closing her eyes. "I am not your servant Sy-ren-ia. And I can do as I please."
Syrenia released the other woman, discusted by her own actions. "Lachra... I--"
The other woman raised a hand, signaling for silence. " 'dere is no remedy for a broken heart." She turned again to ehr book-shelf before removing a large book and opening it, to reveal a small door in the center of the pages. After whispering a few words the witch pulled it open and retreived a black bottle, no larger than her middle-finger, and cradled it in her palm, eyes watching it with a twisted amusement. "But, if you 'ave no heart to break. No beatin' heart..."
Syrenia looked at the woman, her eyes wide. "W-what is this?" She asked as the witch handed her the bottle. She held it in her palm, and felt her eyes drawn to its errie glow.
"What is it Lachra?"
The witch smiled and laughed darkly. "Calm ya'self child, It is not toxic..." She smiled darkly. "In a sense."
Syrenia looked up at the withch her eyes dark. "What is it Lachra?" She demanded, clutching the oddly shaped bottle tightly.
"It will speed up your pregnancy." She chided, gently placing a hand on Syrenia's shoulder. "You can give him 'is child, den die." The elder woman's eyes held a dark finality as she spoke those words.
A shiver ran down Syrenia's spine. She blinked at the witch and blinked, her hands trembling. "W-what?" She raised her brows before looking back down at the bottle.
When she looked up, the witch was gone. With a sigh, she pulled her hood back over her head and blinked into the darkness, feeling sick. Would she actually go through with this?
...She didn't really have a choice.
Royalty.
Lifting a hand shakily, she allowed her knuckles to make contact with the door once, twice, thrice.
Shifitng with un-ease, the blonde woman cast her pale azure eyes to the forest around her, feeling nauseated as she moved a hand to brace herself with the wall. At least she could do something right... And she would do what she must.
As the door opened, the swamp witch appeared, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. "Meh lady, I ad not expected you company dis 'eve." Her cracked lips formed a smile and she stepped aside, her bony, scraggly excuse for a cat staring at her, its amber eyes seeming-- judgemental.
With a hesitant look, the woman under the cloak stepped through the thresh-hold, and into the dark and un-welcoming 'shack'.
The witch ahd not taken her eyes off of the woman from teh instant she had opened the door. With a dark smile, the witch notioned to two chairs in the center of the room, clearly meaning for the royal to sit in one.
Nodding slowly to Lachra, Syrenia pulled back the hood of her cloak and sat in the ajasent chair to the witch's and blinked at the floor, guilt still paining her.
The witch raised a brow, sensing teh guilt that raidiated off of the other woman and leaned abck in ehr chair, waiting for the queen to speak.
Syrenia exhaled a long breath and lifted a hand to her tired, puffy blood-shot eyes and shook ehr head while rubbing her eyes, and trying not to cry. She had screwed up, royally screwed up.
The witch clicked ehr tongue, annoyed with the prolonged silence. "Meh lady, even dough, I am pleased to be in your company, I do not 'ave all night."
Syrenia nodded slowly and looked up at the witch, her azure eyes sparkling with a terrific sorrow. "I want the hurt to go away Lachra--"
The witch raised her eye brows. "You want poison? A knife?" She frowned "You could have--"
Syrenia cut her off. "I am pregnant."
Her words hung in the air between them for a few long moments, and the elder of the two slowly nodded, drumming ehr fingers on the chair's armrest.
"So you cannot 'ave suicide?" She closed ehr eyes and scratched her chin with her long finger nails. "Dat is a problem isn't it..."
The lycan queen looked down and nodded slowly, tears blurring ehr vision. "Lachra, I-- I cheated on him..." She whispered, her chin quivvering. "But I'm pregnant with his babe.." She whispered, her face froth with pain.
Lachra raised her brows, genuinely surprised. "And what is it you want then meh Lady?" She asked. "I know you 'ave people you would much rada' be talking to right now."
Syrenia blinked foreward and clutched her fist with ehr free hand, trembling visibly now. "I-- I want to be free Lachra, but I can't... I know I can't... He isn't stupid-- I know that he knows..."
Lachra stood and knocked ehr chair over, laughing before glaring over at Syrenia. "Of course 'e knows!" She shook her head and moved like fog to one of her book-shelves.
Syrenia blinked away from the witch doing all that she could not to break down. "What should I do?"
Lachra blinked over at teh woman and smirked coldly. "if I may be so bold Meh lady, 'dere is naught' you can do now. What you should 'ave done was keep your pants on, no?"
Syrenia got up from her chair, practicly flinging it across the room, her eyes an inferno of rage. In a fluid movement she had the witch by the neck and was holding her against the book shelf, her wolven fangs peircing her lower-lip. "How. Dare. You." Each word was puncuated and dripping with venom.
Lachra laughed, hysteric. " 'Ow dare I?" She shook her head slowly and smiled before closing her eyes. "I am not your servant Sy-ren-ia. And I can do as I please."
Syrenia released the other woman, discusted by her own actions. "Lachra... I--"
The other woman raised a hand, signaling for silence. " 'dere is no remedy for a broken heart." She turned again to ehr book-shelf before removing a large book and opening it, to reveal a small door in the center of the pages. After whispering a few words the witch pulled it open and retreived a black bottle, no larger than her middle-finger, and cradled it in her palm, eyes watching it with a twisted amusement. "But, if you 'ave no heart to break. No beatin' heart..."
Syrenia looked at the woman, her eyes wide. "W-what is this?" She asked as the witch handed her the bottle. She held it in her palm, and felt her eyes drawn to its errie glow.
"What is it Lachra?"
The witch smiled and laughed darkly. "Calm ya'self child, It is not toxic..." She smiled darkly. "In a sense."
Syrenia looked up at the withch her eyes dark. "What is it Lachra?" She demanded, clutching the oddly shaped bottle tightly.
"It will speed up your pregnancy." She chided, gently placing a hand on Syrenia's shoulder. "You can give him 'is child, den die." The elder woman's eyes held a dark finality as she spoke those words.
A shiver ran down Syrenia's spine. She blinked at the witch and blinked, her hands trembling. "W-what?" She raised her brows before looking back down at the bottle.
When she looked up, the witch was gone. With a sigh, she pulled her hood back over her head and blinked into the darkness, feeling sick. Would she actually go through with this?
...She didn't really have a choice.
