[centre][b][h1][color=6ecff6]Ursula[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

Ursula began the day like she always did. Bathing, and dressing before having a quick, light meal. The woman looked at her reflection in the looking glass, pondering her appearance a moment. A little vain, Ursula was always thinking about appearances. She smooth her curls slightly, knowing that at the end of the day, they would be all over the place anyway. She smoothed her clothes, and started out. She had a small place, not really interested for now in anything bigger. Not when she had neverland to protect. The slow demise of Neverland distressed her, and each day Ursula was sure to check for signs of decay, even as she sought to protect it from Hook, the bastard that had murdered her Aunt, perhaps the only mother she had even known. 

She wouldn't let Hook take such beauty again, and she would defend Neverland to her last breath if need be. Even if Neverland was dying, Ursula still knew it was beautiful, It was a haven, and it needed her to look after it. With Peter Pans absence, she would do all she could. There wasn't much else she could do. Grabbing her satchel, she slipped some potions into it, as well as a waterskin, and her battle axe, slinging it over her shoulder, along her back, where it rested comfortably. 

She started out, beginning to walk the path she normally did throughout the day, thinking on the inevitable day when Neverland would be no more. One day, she would have to go away, to try and find Peter Pan, or a way to save Neverland without him. But she needed to make sure that Hook wouldn't be around to bother Neverland. Frowning to herself, she let her thoughts wander, every so often, she would crouch by a plant, or Den, pouring a little bit of a potion here and there, checking over everything, Ursula found a peace. 

She loved Neverland. She loved growing up with her Aunt, as well, and it was for her Aunt that she would deny Neverland to Hook. If there was only one patch of land to defend, she would defend it. Moving smoothly, Ursula was well prepared for any sign of attack. After a while, she approached what she considered her training ground, removing her battle-axe from her back, she hefted it. The axe was weighted perfectly for her, its magical powers could be actived in a real battle, but for training Ursula kept its powers off, going through the exercises she had designed, knowing that being able to weild a weapon would do nothing if you got tired after five minutes holding it. 

When she had finished, she let out a slow breath, wiping her brow. Well satisfied, Urusla walked to a brook, crouching, she dangled her fingers in the water, staring into its depth. She rose smoothly after a time, and continued on her way.