<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>: Citizens of Rosalia (M), Rumple (M), Goblin servants (NPC), OPEN</div><br/>"With such ease we seem to deceive ourselves..."<br/><br/>The single musing spilled from the lips of the malevolent redhead the word-over knew only as Maleficent. The fae had gone through quite a few changes over the years. From being a black-haired beauty, to a green-skinned abomination, she now did not look like the creature which had struck fear into the hearts of humans for generations over.<br/><br/>Lounging in the small main hall of her little abode, Maleficent seemed more to be talking to herself. Certainly, the few goblin servants which scuttled about didn't dare interrupt her by asking questions. Enough had died by being foolish enough. No, Maleficent spoke to herself, and everyone knew not to interrupt their Mistress' musings. The cataclysm which had occurred so recently had not even left her unfazed. A shift in the Weave of magic heralded a change...something happened, and it was enough that even the typically isolated, self-proclaimed "Fae Queen" was curious to find out what.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be difficult to find out. Almost lazily, the languid form rose up to her full height of five-foot ten-inches. Heels clicked upon the stones of the floor, echoing in the main hall as she approached the one other real piece of furniture...aside from her chair, of course. The crystal ball rested upon a pedestal of obsidian, a stark contrast to the normal clear-white quartz that it was. Raising a hand over the crystal ball, she spoke again, her voice seeming to carry an other-worldly power. "Show me what has happened to these lands..."<br/><br/>The crystal ball shimmered, and began to flicker. For a moment, it seemed to just swirl, before finally showing shapes. Great armies, poised at each others throats. Warriors warring against each other...it almost bored her. And then....the arrival of the Djinn. Maleficent knew the creatures race as soon as it appeared. A slender brow arched as she watched the armies poised against him destroyed by his power. She looked amused, and waved the images away.<br/><br/>"So....a new player come for a conquest. How....intruiging." It was something to ponder, of course. Mostly, she wondered how it would affect her, and the woods that she called home. For a shimmering moment, there was a wonder on how the people of the city of Rosalia....where Queen Snow White and her human vermin resided...would respond to this. However, the mere thought of the humans was enough to make Maleficent blanche, and snort as she walked away. They could rot for all she cared. In fact, she hoped they would.<br/><br/>The very thought of it brought an almost cruel smile to her lips. Surely one side or the other would eventually come to her. Would the humans truly be so foolish as to approach her? Would they ask for help....and would she actually consider it? If she did, it could be pretty much guaranteed that the price for her assistance would be exceptionally steep. And what of this Djinn? Even Maleficent had heard of him. Rumplestiltskin. If he thought himself immune to crossing through HER lands, he would be sorely mistaken. But...if he offered to rid the forest of the blight that was humanity?<br/><br/>Decisions decisions. Maleficent would certainly have to ponder upon it.