<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0a/ee/1c/0aee1c7600e644d1cd6dead8f3790c7f.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Maleficent<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Glen just outside Rumplestiltskins stronghold<br/><strong>Current Objective(s):</strong>Backing up the invaders<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cinderella<br/><hr/><br/>The rider was...for now....neutralized as a threat. Though inwardly Maleficent had to snicker. Why would she do that? The reasons had to be obvious. Even true dragons were considered some of the wisest creatures in the world. They knew things....things that humans couldn't possibly fathom. For instance....this dragon<em>knew</em>that Rumplestiltskin was at Snow White's castle. And she also<em>knew</em>that the best option for her at this moment was to join with him. There wasn't much malice in it. Much.<br/><br/>With reinforcements to Snow White currently delayed, it would give Maleficent the wonderous chance to head to Snow Whites castle herself. The massive dragon would make it in record time, being able to ride the wind. Sure, Maleficent could have just...transported there. But with a battle going on, that was probably not the best idea. Who knew what the mindless followers of Rumplestiltskin were capable of.<br/><br/>As it was, with the battle at the castle over for the most part, there would be quite a show of shock and awe as the massive black dragon with the purple belly dropped down into the courtyard with a massive bellowing roar. Minions fell over themselves in an attempt to scatter away. It amused Maleficent to no end. Of course, the falling over seemed to stop as...with an explosion of black smoke....the dragon vanished, and the shapely green-skinned woman stood in it's place.<br/><br/>"Where is the Djinn.." The question was stated more as an order for the nearest minion to tell her exactly what she wanted to know....now. When she was told, she would motion with her hand for said minion to show her the way. Heels clicked in a rhythm along with her staff<em>click, click, TAP. Click, click TAP</em>. Throughout the halls, soldiers seemed to give her a wide berth, well aware of her widely spoken of short temper and easy ability to become offended at the smallest slight.<br/><br/>Hearing the voices of Snow White and Rumplestiltskin grow louder and louder, she waved off the minion, and continued her approach on her own. She paused outside the doorway, looking over the shattered remains of the door. Full lips drew into a smirk, before she stepped through the threshold, those dark eyes looking around. "Impressively done. Perhaps a bit more blunt than I would have done it, but effective all the same." The ripple of magic in the room was not lost on her...and she could tell it wasn't just coming from Rumplestiltskin. Her gaze flickered a moment to the mirror, though she didn't make any further approach of the two. She'd be sure to tell the Djinn about her assistance once he was done here. It would also serve as a way to crush the woman who seemed to be rather short of friends at the moment.