<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kisax.com/images/Angie-Everhart/Angie-Everhart-4.JPG)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Maleficent, "Mal"<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sleek black, form-fitting dress with low-cut bodice, black heels.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Region, Western Continent, Forest outside Rosalia, A small, lone castle.<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Contemplations, planning<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow and Company</div><br/>Commotion from the side rooms told her all she needed to know. Of course, it wasn't as if she were sneaking about. Maleficent had come to make a point, and to get some answers. Whether the humans understood her logic was of no consequence to her. Besides, as a Fae it was rare for Maleficent to really have a point or logic anyways. Her gaze shifted to the appearing party, taking in each person in turn. The Huntsman, Snow, Belle...even the dwarf (Maleficent didn't know which..they all looked the same to her).<br/><br/>She was content to hear Snow's greeting. There was respect in the woman's tone...good. Had there been anything else, Maleficent held no qualms about leveling the castle, and be damned with it's occupants. Still, the way the Huntsman seemed wary about her, holding that golden-looking ax was a bit off-putting. Not that she was worried about getting hurt. More that someone would do such a thing. Did the man not know who she was?<br/><br/>Maleficent held her tongue...for now. A rarity to be sure. Though it seemed to pay off, as yet another player entered the game. This one was an obvious shifter of some sort...still, that they seemed to comfortable in human form was detestable at best. "Yes, Snow....this is about the Djinn. I hadn't really bothered with his name until now. Rumplestiltskin, you say? Huh...interesting name."<br/><br/>She couldn't help but scoff as she was asked such a ridiculous question. "For now....no, I'm not taking sides. But I would watch your tone, little human. I am no one's lap-dog...human armies learned that the hard way." There was a warning in her tone of voice.<em>Step careful</em>...something she barely hid. "As for alying with....humans..." The disgust in her voice was palpable. "...I think you'd have better luck trying to ensure I don't enter whatever petty squabble you have with the djinn at all. That would, of course, enter the question: What's in it for me?"