Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2012 21:48:48 GMT -5
Putting on her navy blue hood, Morgana stepped lightly into the woods, swiftly moving around like she had the forest memorized already. In truth, she had. Almost every night, the sorceress sneaked out of her tent to escape away into the dark stillness if the enemy's camp. Well, thinking logcially, the army of Wayron was an ally, rather than an enemy. Playing on Team Wayron was far more entertaining than Team Trenale was, surely. And Morgana enjoyed the excitement. She had not been discovered, and there were no signs of such a thing to occur soon, so her plans were coming along quite nicely.
Of course, her least favorite task was shapeshifting into her alter-ego, Morgan. While it was rather painful, her body was slowly starting to memorize this other figure, and although the pain took nearly a half hour to recede, Morgana was getting used to this. After all, pain was all that reminded her that she was still, in fact, human, and had a soul. A broken, shattered one, but a soul, nevertheless, if it can even be called so.
A twig snapped under her foot, and a couple of birds took flight, causing Morgana to hold her breath. Her shadow was barely moving, and her warm breath came out in a fog, but her figure was still hers. She needed to get in farther, at least halfway into the forest, nearly an hour's walk, before she could murmur a spell and send shockwaves searing into her bones and muscles. If anyone heard her, or found out she had magic, her powers could be limited. Indeed, she was not frightened to reveal her secret. Merlin knew of it, helped her even, but the boy was too naive; he sincerely thought she was a confused woman, uncertain of her abilities. Once Morgana had more resources, she would easily prove Merlin, and everyone else wrong. Hiding who she was, wasn't right. It was inhumane, in fact. When she would take the throne, it would be different. All of it.
An ally would be lovely, but unfortunately, because Morgana was too proud, too careful about who to trust, she had none. Kay was of no use. He would rather spend time with goats, in very pervert and unspeakable ways, than to help his sister bring Arthur down. Kay actually liked Arthur, and treated him as a brother. Kay would be disappointed to know what his sister had been planning all along. Frankly, Morgana did not care. He would either support her decision, or deny her the pleasure. She couldn't kill him (she cared too much, more than she'd like to), nor could she let him go around telling everyone. Kay was one issue with how Morgana did not know to deal.
Another twig snapped, and Morgana froze. She could have sworn she hadn't stepped on a twig. But no, it was off in the near-distance, someplace nearby her. She made no move, and heardly even breathed. With her hood still over her head, Morgana could feel her magical instincts kicking in to gear. She was quite experienced in both combat, and magic, and with a daggar at her side and magic running through her veins, no target was a match for Morgana. She was tempted to press on, but she sensed a presence. Moving forward would surely be foolish. So, she did the second most foolish thing. She secured the ground upon which she stood, and looked towards the direction the extra twig snapped. "One move, and I can kill you with a flick of a finger where you stand," she threatened with gritted teeth, her eyes flashing. "Who goes there?"
Leave it to Morgana to open her big mouth.
Of course, her least favorite task was shapeshifting into her alter-ego, Morgan. While it was rather painful, her body was slowly starting to memorize this other figure, and although the pain took nearly a half hour to recede, Morgana was getting used to this. After all, pain was all that reminded her that she was still, in fact, human, and had a soul. A broken, shattered one, but a soul, nevertheless, if it can even be called so.
A twig snapped under her foot, and a couple of birds took flight, causing Morgana to hold her breath. Her shadow was barely moving, and her warm breath came out in a fog, but her figure was still hers. She needed to get in farther, at least halfway into the forest, nearly an hour's walk, before she could murmur a spell and send shockwaves searing into her bones and muscles. If anyone heard her, or found out she had magic, her powers could be limited. Indeed, she was not frightened to reveal her secret. Merlin knew of it, helped her even, but the boy was too naive; he sincerely thought she was a confused woman, uncertain of her abilities. Once Morgana had more resources, she would easily prove Merlin, and everyone else wrong. Hiding who she was, wasn't right. It was inhumane, in fact. When she would take the throne, it would be different. All of it.
An ally would be lovely, but unfortunately, because Morgana was too proud, too careful about who to trust, she had none. Kay was of no use. He would rather spend time with goats, in very pervert and unspeakable ways, than to help his sister bring Arthur down. Kay actually liked Arthur, and treated him as a brother. Kay would be disappointed to know what his sister had been planning all along. Frankly, Morgana did not care. He would either support her decision, or deny her the pleasure. She couldn't kill him (she cared too much, more than she'd like to), nor could she let him go around telling everyone. Kay was one issue with how Morgana did not know to deal.
Another twig snapped, and Morgana froze. She could have sworn she hadn't stepped on a twig. But no, it was off in the near-distance, someplace nearby her. She made no move, and heardly even breathed. With her hood still over her head, Morgana could feel her magical instincts kicking in to gear. She was quite experienced in both combat, and magic, and with a daggar at her side and magic running through her veins, no target was a match for Morgana. She was tempted to press on, but she sensed a presence. Moving forward would surely be foolish. So, she did the second most foolish thing. She secured the ground upon which she stood, and looked towards the direction the extra twig snapped. "One move, and I can kill you with a flick of a finger where you stand," she threatened with gritted teeth, her eyes flashing. "Who goes there?"
Leave it to Morgana to open her big mouth.