Thread: The Witch (Airi and SuperSrs)

Inara lounged lazily on her red velvet sofa, staring blankly at the pool-mirror before her. There was absolutely nothing happening. Not even a ripple on the pool, which perfectly reflected her slim figure, clad in blood red silk robe that showed the soft curves of her breasts. Her inky black hair was splayed everywhere around her, some even had its tip submerged in the pool. Sighing, she lifted up her opium pipe and inhaled the sweet smoke until deep into her lungs. The narcotic substance made red vines appearing around her golden irises, but she could fix that with just a flick of a hand. At the moment, however, nobody was requiring her audience, so she decided to just shrug it off. It was funny, really. She had thought that by relieving her status as a Queen and left the politics to her underlings, she would finally have some spare time to use for her own. Terrorize a nearby village, for example. Or disguise herself as a nasty troll-woman and scare off a passing traveller. Little witchy things like that. Instead, humans started avoiding the mountain like a plague once the news spread that she was moving in. Oh well, don't some people have to pay for the price of notoriety? She took another drag of opium again. The Witch Queen was about to shift into a more comfortable position when she detected a ripple began forming on her pool-mirror. At first, she thought it was caused by her hair, but after a second look, the pool no longer reflected herself but instead another creature. Greetings, Your Pale Majesty, the ruler of all that is dark and mighty. The voice that came out was that of a man, but the reflection on the pool was that of a hellhound. Without much ado, Inara waved her hand at the reflection dismissively. How many times have I told you not to use that form when talking to me, Jiawei? It gets in my nerves. A couple of apologies, then Inara watched contently as the reflection before her morphed into that of a pale man's with a black masked helmet. That's much better, she purred, then straightened up and put down her pipe. So, how is it going with my beautiful dark kingdom? All is well and in order in Ashura, Your Majesty, her commander reported. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke, It is actually you that we are concerned about. Then Jiawei told her all about the holy sword that could nullify her magic, and how one of the kingdoms of human have sent a warrior bearing the sword to finish her once and for all. Inara let out a sigh at the end of his story, and Jiawei must had mistaken it as a sign of worry because he added, Shall we send some reinforcement your way, Your Majesty? What? No, there's no need to, Jiawei. A wide smile escaped her lips. Let me handle it, or do you not believe that I'm powerful enough to protect myself? Of course not, Your Majesty. Jiawei bowed courteously. Before he could say another word, however, Inara flicked the ashes from her pipe into the pool, distorting the image until it finally returned into a regular pool-mirror reflecting back her figure. Stretching her lean limbs, she began to rose from her feet. A ripple formed softly on the pool, then, showing the image of a fur-bundled man scaling up the mountain. Finally a human at last. The image of her sprawling bathroom came to mind, and the Witch Queen then made haste to reach the place. Making herself look and smell representable would be the first step towards her next plan for survival, that was for sure.