Thread: A Ravens Heart and a Witch's Soul....(Anaeria and runawayninja only please! )

You did it agaiiiinnnnn! I write what she feeeeels!! Yeah. The place was messed up magic-wise and it made her itch like hell to get out and away, but so far no one had shown any actual violence to her....until she saw the women of course. The lioness woman was the first that she actually spotted, and the low growl that escaped her own throat in response to the womans was much more feral and sinister in return. She didn't want that bitches' seat beside the purple haired guy and it showed in every line of her slim body. The woman with the white roses wasn't really of any interest to Ariana either, demure and weak as she was she couldn't be a threat to her. It was the men....and the quiet, pale woman who was seated on a window seat with a thick tome in her hands , completely ignoring everyone around them, that had caught her attention. The girl was too quiet, and even with the stench of roses, she was impossible to find a scent of to identify her. Odd. And curious though she was also not making any threatening moves towards her, so Ariana focused on the three men. One was playing some form of Koto, with a skill that was mildly annoying to her, but the music was nice enough she supposed. When her red headed guard spoke up, announcing to the man on the throne that she was here, as if he couldn't freaking see her, Ariana snarled in the sudden silence of the room, her growl threatening and more than a little malevolent. Who wore purple so obviously?! First the redhead with his purple armour and now this....this..Lord-throne-guy had purple hair?! This whole castlepalace thing was insane! Putting her hands on her hips, she narrowed cold eyes at the man who'd led her here and growled My name isn't Lady Snow you moronic fool. To be honest she'd much rather have preferred to leave now, even if there was an appology going to be given to her, and she hated...absolutely HATED the magics of this place. They crawled over her skin like snakes or worms When the purple haired man, the Rose Lord since he couldn't be anyone else, approached, she felt the floor vibrating and took a step back away from him, her expression frigid. Touch me and I'll kill you. What the hell was with running me over anyways? To be honest the idea of a transfusion wasn't really anything amazing to her, or scary considering she couldn't be Turned into anything but what she was Lycanthropic. But the very idea of his blood, or anyone elses inside of her was....disgusting. Her lip curled slightly, her canines longer than they had been before, and violet lights flickered in her eyes for a moment before she got control of the panic that was beginning to well up inside of her. This man...this..mage, since his power was undeniable, had probably run her over on purpose. That realization, especially with the way he spoke of her 'accident' in a hesitant term, solidified that thought, and Ariana took another few steps back away from him, her spine rigid against the power that flowed from him like a broken freaking vase of water. You might want to consider reigning in some of your power there flowr-head or you'll break the floor. The words were sharp, and her own power welled up inside of her to protect her further, forming a thin, opalescent barrier of sorts around her. He could physically pass through the bubble, quite easily in fact, but the power he exuded was repulsed by the thin film of light. It was something that was unconscious of her, the redhead had no idea how she did it and the bubble had only appeared once before, when she'd levelled the mountain range to the far east two hundred years ago. It had been much brighter though, and much more solid and it seemed to activate when she felt too threatened and cornered....and was a sign that she was close to unleashing the well of magic within her. She hadn't come this close to causing such an explosion in a long, long time, and it frightened her further to realize that, which sent a ripple of light through the bubble in response. There wasn't any use in hiding what she was anymore either, and though it hurt like a bitch she allowed her nails to Shift, turning black and sharper, curving like a cats' though they were thicker, a wolfs'. Her ears as well Shifted, a less painful stretching until they were white furred wolf's ears on the top of her head that were currently pressed back against her skull in agitation and anger. The fact that it hurt less to change some of her features wasn't missed though....and she Felt something inside of her twist. .....What did you do to me. It wasn't a question.