[hr][hr] [color=MediumOrchid][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/zaleI39.gif[/img] [img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20Through%20The%20Pages%20Roleplay/Main%20Character%20Gifs%20-%20Vicier/Freya%20Beauchamp%20-%20Gif%2001_zpsol3nmuez.gif[/img] [h2]♦ The Moors - Rivenspire ♦[/h2] [b]Interacting With:[/b] Herself. ⚜⚜⚜[/center] [hr][hr] The both strong and rather irresistible smell of salty sea air washed in through the halls of the castle as her bare feet once more hit over the stone one after the other, the sound of porcelain and glass shattering against the wall filling the room before the sharp and extremely jagged shards falling to the ground, creating a rather dangerous hazard for all others but herself- oh, how the morn had been one of such grand productivity… long ago had she dealt with the petty squabbles of the sea witch; forcing her to once more return back to the depths of the ocean under threat of serving as the main dish in a lavish feast… even still, she had found time enough to pay her favorite, though still rather extremely temperamental kitty a little, and long needed visit; if not just to test his patience, and wear it thin for amusements sake… though now she stood before her throne, her normally ever darkened eyes all but glowing a gold in color as she glanced about in front of her, watching on with almost no joy in her expression as not only the servants, but also the knights that had been tending to her hurried to leave the room; each moving as quickly as they possibly could so that there was even that slim chance they would be lucky enough to escape the angered wrath of their Queen. She was in a mood… even she could see that she was being a complete and utter bitch to all those who had done nothing to gain her anger being taken out upon them. They were merely doing their jobs; and as far as the truth went, it was a perfect case of being in the wrong place, at the wrong time… by the Gods, her hormones would not stop raging- waging a terrible war within, and causing for her ever increasingly dangerous, and more than common temper tantrums to piss even her off. The answer, however, was simple; she had to tell him… no, she had to tell the both of them- it was almost killing her to keep it to herself in the way that she had for these past couple of weeks; and how in the name of Hades was she supposed to explain herself when-… She didn’t even want to think about it right now; she couldn’t… there were far more pressing matters weighing upon her mind- the shadow man throwing a fit about the wild goose-chase she had sent him on many years prier, Rasputin groveling and begging for her to release his soul when the deal they had struck was yet to be completely fulfilled, Rothbart and his both strange and creepy fascination with cursing people into creatures thanks to his disgusting animal fetish. Either way; that was what had set her off in the first place… It was just a comment made in passing; one which had been directed more towards the condition of her health, however it was more than clear that it had not been taken very well within the eyes of the Queen… eyes which were now burning brighter than they had ever done before, her long darkened locks fluttering lightly upon her back and over her shoulders as the magic which coursed through her veins began to build up, wrapping tight and almost visibly around her very figure as she lifted her arms slowly from where they had been held tensely at her sides, the very action causing the vast amount of shards that she had not long ago created to lift up into the air, hovering in place as though patiently awaiting some sort of order to fall from her lips. “..you dare say such things about your Queen..!” Throwing her arms forwards and towards where the stragglers remained, stumbling over one another in their big attempt at being able to leave the room in time, she caused the shards to sail through the air and soaring towards them, the corners of her soft pink lips turning up and into a both malicious and rather venomous type of smirk as she heard their panicked shouts, and screams of terror fill the air surrounding her at those who had been too slow in their actions got caught; most either injured or killed by the sharp edges of the glass and porcelain, as those in the group still able to walk quickly picked each other up before eventually, they left her standing alone within the room, standing before her throne- silence… my, how it was golden… The sudden feeling of her stomach churning nauseously caused for her to hunch over slightly, her face scrunching up in disgust as her left hand dropped down to press lightly against her stomach, her right reaching back so that she could hold onto the arm of her throne for support, the large and extremely luxurious seat helping to keep her both upright and upon her feet- she hated being sick… the nausea, the tiredness, the lack of interest in almost all that she had to do… it showed weakness, and that was something she could not afford to show anyone; especially not Jafar or her brother. The very thought of it caused her left hand to grasp the arm of her throne tighter than she had ever before; the ever familiar magic still pulsing throughout her body causing the wood to crack slightly under her firm grasp. Straightening herself back up once she had managed to regain the composure that she had lost due to the rather small bout of nausea she had received, she turned her attention once more back to her throne before she dropped herself back into it, her body lounging lazily into the cushioning as she crossed her legs over one another, her left hand working to smooth out the skirt of [url=https://40.media.tumblr.com/36487cc4e338dbc0ea57f8a7817588d6/tumblr_mzxbgiCUoJ1sj32czo1_500.jpg]her dress[/url] she wore as she held her right hand out, her expression now one of pure boredom and her eyes once again flashing over a beautiful gold in color as she caused one of the goblets of wine that had been spilled to fill itself, her left hand lifting up to readjust [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/6/6e/Captain_hook_(13).jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110712153512]the familiar hat[/url] she had stolen from her brother’s quarters upon her head as the now full goblet floated over and into her hand; the young woman swirling the bright red liquid within around a few moments as she stared into it, trying to sort through the thoughts that seemed so clearly to be plaguing her mind as she gave no sign that she was planning on moving from where it was that she sat lounged within her throne. 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