so you want to play with magic?
you should know what you're falling for.
She stretched her back, her grey body going black as jet as she moved through the trees, sleek, dangerous like a cat. Shadows of color tore through her body as she was on silent hooves through the trees. These forests were her home; her second skin. She wears it like armor around her, and they bend to her will. She would die for them—indeed, she almost did. you should know what you're falling for.
But those days are long over.
She breathes in the air of freedom, silver eyes shuttered to the weak sun, tinted green to show that there was something more underneath the mask of seductive composure that the lady wore around her. Something far more sinister. More powerful.
Reagan had just needed to remember her place in this world—moreover, that she had at one time ruled this world. Gripping the scepter with a gloved hand, it is out there ripe for the plucking should she desire. A coy smile rides her face as she turns away from her trees for the first time in ages, heading towards the river. A new land, bestowed upon them by Fairies. The Gods of Beqanna.
Reagan’s dark eyes think back through her past. In her heart, she is still clutching those rosary beads to her breast—the one who is devout, a loyal subject. At one time she loved God; loved them. But what has love ever garnered her?
Nothing.
She snarls, a hint of a fang dropping below her lips, as she smiles again, eyes intent on the coastline.
The trees fall away, and she is simply a dark lonely girl standing at a river bank, looking across into nothingness. Nobody would ever take her dignity from her ever again.
She’d not let them get close enough.
Not again.
Reagan