Fear was not easily manipulated. Nor was it deceptive. Pure in its cruelty it all began the same, terror hidden behind false confidence. Smiling maliciously where she stood beneath the shade of her barely lit forest, Astarael watched as her newest toy forced bravery upon her face. Beneath her predictable facade, there was a niavity there. The darkness surrounding her was not convinced. Dancing within the mare's peripherals, the only sign of the queen's presence remained the persisting of her aura as it clung to Lavendel's petite figure.
Admittedly, she was pretty, in a plain sort of way. Once a Sylvan under the rule of Sabra, the new queen sensed the forest's new rejection of her. Twisting and writing underfoot, its restless energy begged to sink its fangs into the soft of her hide. The autumnal woods no longer recognized the powers that had once reigned over it.
Fool or not, Lavendel willingly wandered into the awaiting arms of her captor. Though, perhaps the mare knew it would have been folly for her to attempt to evade her fate. Had she, Astarael knew that Crevan would have been delighted to escort her there personally. Perhaps Lavendel would not have appeared as...radiant as she would have otherwise. The wolf had his way of encouraging cooperation.
Confidently, the queen broke into her prisoner's view, a crisp grin slathered on her face. Dear Little Lamb, have you grown weary of my games already? she pouted dramatically. But we've barely begun!
In the blinking of an eye, her decietfully friendly expression melted into one far more menacing. Staring unflinchingly she listened to the prisoner's commentary upon her appearance, priding in the effect it had upon the unsuspecting. Wicked was a tame way to describe all that Astarael had become. Attempting to distance herself from the demoness, Lavendel took the smallest of steps away. Mirroring the movement, the queen closed the gap, her aura only growing stronger the closer she stood.
Don't be shy! She encouraged with falsified sweetness heavy upon her tone. I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival, Little Lamb! After all, you are practically family now. Just call me Aunty Ast. And, if my suspicions are correct, pregnant too? I don't mean to be forward, but Jesper was gone for so long!
Nearing Lavendel even more, she stood uncomfortably near her emerald gaze planted firmly upon the painted mare's rounded middle. Hello? Anybody in there? Have you come to join your Great-aunty's collection?
@[Lavendel] I had way too much fun with this!