( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

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( maleficent )

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o7

[maleficents]

( Once a thrilling and beautiful place to be, the Moors became something like a prison to Maleficent in her adult years. Those who look upon it say it's not lost any of its beauty; that it's still the enchanting kingdom it once was.

It's true that physically the realm had not changed, and she admits to this, but the faerie woman's views towards her home are very different from they once were. That's what happens when the wrath and greed of men touch something — it becomes ruined. Something that was once seemingly untouchable and pristine turns to spoil and ruin. Somewhere that was a reminder of everything beautiful in the world becomes the only place safe from what's been ruined by man.

Because of this, she tends to keep to herself (And the occasional acquaintance, or — even rarer — friend.), as she does tonight as she walks to the lake bordering the kingdom of Man. It's cold, perhaps even too cold to set foot in the water, but this doesn't stop her. It's a welcomed chill — one that reminds Maleficent that she's still alive, though she's felt for a long while as if she wasn't.

Her life might have been taken from her when her wings were. That's how much they meant to her.

A wave of her hand and her robes are replaced by something substantially more short and thin; something that would make sense to get wet. That's when she hears him behind her. )

Care to join me, Diaval? If you can't swim, I can always turn you into a fish.