Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2013 23:21:33 GMT -5
The home was something it seems from a movie. The house, in a rather secluded area looked as if it was pulled from America's past. It was a plantation mansion. The home could have belonged in Gentility Estates but it sat in its own enclave. It was so strange...the entire area was eerily quiet. The trees that hung over the walk path that lead to the large french doors of the home.
Inside the home was New Orland's newest witch....she preferred the term witch-doctor. She was indeed the most powerful one in the world. She was Genevive Veronique Petit Durand Barbier....or simply Genevive. Many came to her with hopes to improve their life or harm their enemies. She couldn't help but laugh at these humans. They were so fragile. They all want eternal life, instant love, to talk to their dead love ones, the raising of their dead loved ones. She couldn't help but chuckle. She could do it all but it wasn't without consequence...did they care? No! They want what they want. Humans were oh so fragile, so fickle, they could change with the wind. They try and say they are so strong but fold at the simplest of things. None could truly survive as long as she has.
Sitting in a room lit with candles that float ominously in the air Genevive looks at set of tarot cards that float towards her and shuffle themselves in mid air while neatly settling in front of her. They flip over with just a glance from her and she reads them with a smile spreading over her face. Someone was coming. Another one of those seemingly strong ones...She has so much angst and heartache. Predictable pathetic human. When will they learn...Le bon Dieu does things for a reason. Sometimes they have to learn things the hard way. Some stuff just isn't to be tampered with. Many may call Genevive cunning and selfish but she didn't see herself that way. She wouldn't even call herself opportunistic. She simply would take things when she felt they were right for her to take. This was no different. Life was not for the dead...it was for the living....and New Orlands would give her a whole new life to live.
She couldn't wait to the rumors of her powers started to spread...Not a witch or wizard in this town could challenge her...not even the two royals...Oh yes the Prince and the girl of noble blood..The only one should would really have to keep her eye on was the meddling Prince. He was the one that seemed to always stick his nose where it didn't belong...Always trying to help people. She had the hand she was dealt before she even got her...If they knew what was best they would find it best not to cross her...she knew of them...she knew of all of the supernaturals. She could feel their energy vibrating through the streets. It almost gave her a power surge. It was amazing how all of these supernaturals could be in such close quarters and an all out war hadn't broken out. She would make sure she would hold all the right cards in her hands if it were to happen...it would happen...eventually...but who indeed would come out victorious...For the moment she couldn't busy herself with that...she had to prepare for the woman who was coming soon...
Inside the home was New Orland's newest witch....she preferred the term witch-doctor. She was indeed the most powerful one in the world. She was Genevive Veronique Petit Durand Barbier....or simply Genevive. Many came to her with hopes to improve their life or harm their enemies. She couldn't help but laugh at these humans. They were so fragile. They all want eternal life, instant love, to talk to their dead love ones, the raising of their dead loved ones. She couldn't help but chuckle. She could do it all but it wasn't without consequence...did they care? No! They want what they want. Humans were oh so fragile, so fickle, they could change with the wind. They try and say they are so strong but fold at the simplest of things. None could truly survive as long as she has.
Sitting in a room lit with candles that float ominously in the air Genevive looks at set of tarot cards that float towards her and shuffle themselves in mid air while neatly settling in front of her. They flip over with just a glance from her and she reads them with a smile spreading over her face. Someone was coming. Another one of those seemingly strong ones...She has so much angst and heartache. Predictable pathetic human. When will they learn...Le bon Dieu does things for a reason. Sometimes they have to learn things the hard way. Some stuff just isn't to be tampered with. Many may call Genevive cunning and selfish but she didn't see herself that way. She wouldn't even call herself opportunistic. She simply would take things when she felt they were right for her to take. This was no different. Life was not for the dead...it was for the living....and New Orlands would give her a whole new life to live.
She couldn't wait to the rumors of her powers started to spread...Not a witch or wizard in this town could challenge her...not even the two royals...Oh yes the Prince and the girl of noble blood..The only one should would really have to keep her eye on was the meddling Prince. He was the one that seemed to always stick his nose where it didn't belong...Always trying to help people. She had the hand she was dealt before she even got her...If they knew what was best they would find it best not to cross her...she knew of them...she knew of all of the supernaturals. She could feel their energy vibrating through the streets. It almost gave her a power surge. It was amazing how all of these supernaturals could be in such close quarters and an all out war hadn't broken out. She would make sure she would hold all the right cards in her hands if it were to happen...it would happen...eventually...but who indeed would come out victorious...For the moment she couldn't busy herself with that...she had to prepare for the woman who was coming soon...
