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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Maleficent<br/><b>Location:</b>The Forest<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Pochahontas<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">The sleek form of a black furred fox, with a silver tipped tail, darted in and out of the underbrush of the forest with unnatural grace. Its golden eyes held far too much intelligence for the little creature to be a simple fox. It paused, one paw raised as its delicate pointed ears swivelled, catching the sound of a crying woman. If foxes could smile deviously, this one most certainly did as it continued trotting along. Maleficent of course could take on several different appearances as she so desired, and this one perfectly suited the task she had at hand. Her dark fur kept her completely hidden among the deep shadows of the brush as she approached the dark haired woman leaning against one of the mighty trees of the ancient forest. <br/>
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She had been watching Pocahontas for quite some time, just as she watched so many others. Gently (or not so gently) prodding her pawns in the direction she required of them. Pocahontas was very nearly in the right place, but needed just a little bit of guidance. The young Native American woman was particularly attuned to nature so Maleficent had chosen the form of a fox, similar in personality and look to one of the girl’s dearest animal friends. She quietly slipped out from under the ferns and sat a few feet away from the girl, watching her silently as her large bushy tail flicked back and forth behind her slender form. <br/>
Maleficent made no move to get her attention, simply sat and observed her quietly. She had made an excellent choice with the Native American beauty. She would certainly stir things up quite nicely when thrown into the rapidly boiling pot that was France. Maleficent tilted her furry head, one ear flicking idly. The sorceress had sat back and watched as Pocahontas had avenged her people, repaying their suffering to those who caused with a sort of dedicated ruthlessness that Maleficent had admired. Still, she had a compassionate streak. The young princess could have caused much more drawn out suffering but had not and she could have taken out her vengeance out many more people. Either way the act had brought her out of the city and closer to Maleficent’s domain and now the witch was going to lead her straight into the fray that was about to break loose in the Forest. <br/>
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Her tail gave an irritated twitch. <b><i>‘That aggravating place.’</i></b> She mused with a hint of annoyance. Fenrir was far too old for her to tangle with and win, instead she had played on his own inherent nature to secure another of her pawns. Scarlet was well in hand with the old wolf watching over her and she had seen Belle closing in on the same space. Seeing the Wolf spirit may be enough to finally drive the girl completely over the edge of sanity. It irked that she had promised to stay out his domain when she so dearly wanted to be involved in the fun but the results would still be the same and she did have her agents that were able to freely travel in and out. So long as she did not set foot into his territory herself, their agreement was maintained, lucky for her wolves were not one to think on the intricacies of the spoken word. As an almost equally old Fae, Maleficent had learned how powerful a spoken contract could be and had used that to ensure that Fenrir’s agreement would allow her agents passage through the Forest. <br/>
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Finally tired of waiting for the sobbing girl to see her, the fox gave a small yip to announce her presence. She fixed her eerie golden stare on Pocahontas, waiting to see what she would do. <br/>
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