PHOEBE
Oh. But really, would it be a wedding if something didn’t go horribly, horribly wrong?
She watched from brush left over from the Leafchange harvest, blackened eyes watching alongside a silvery set. They landed on Bastien, and immediately her blood boiled. Evil Ascended. Horrible, wretched man. Her fingers dug into the ground where she crouched, her dress stained with blood and black blight, her shoes long since lost. Dirty blonde hair hung in mats, blood and black stains coating it like every other part of her person. The midwife was hardly recognizable in both appearance and behavior. Which of course, she was about to prove.
From the brush she sprinted towards the decorated area, fueled by her rage, as her dragonling Pim took flight. She shrieked as she neared, running right into the line of chairs and destroying their perfect rows in her rampage. She grabbed a few, tossing them up towards the groom and the arbor, before falling to her knees with a wretch. Right in the middle of the aisle she vomited a thick, black substance laughing maniacally as she did so. Not caring that it was a vile substance she picked it up and threw it about at any pretty thing her eyes landed on. Pim, for his part, added to the chaos with rainbow lightning, breathed down onto the pretty decorations and chairs and arbor, scaring everything black.
Pleased with the mess she had made of Bastien’s pretty day, Phoebe ran off, cackling madly.
She watched from brush left over from the Leafchange harvest, blackened eyes watching alongside a silvery set. They landed on Bastien, and immediately her blood boiled. Evil Ascended. Horrible, wretched man. Her fingers dug into the ground where she crouched, her dress stained with blood and black blight, her shoes long since lost. Dirty blonde hair hung in mats, blood and black stains coating it like every other part of her person. The midwife was hardly recognizable in both appearance and behavior. Which of course, she was about to prove.
From the brush she sprinted towards the decorated area, fueled by her rage, as her dragonling Pim took flight. She shrieked as she neared, running right into the line of chairs and destroying their perfect rows in her rampage. She grabbed a few, tossing them up towards the groom and the arbor, before falling to her knees with a wretch. Right in the middle of the aisle she vomited a thick, black substance laughing maniacally as she did so. Not caring that it was a vile substance she picked it up and threw it about at any pretty thing her eyes landed on. Pim, for his part, added to the chaos with rainbow lightning, breathed down onto the pretty decorations and chairs and arbor, scaring everything black.
Pleased with the mess she had made of Bastien’s pretty day, Phoebe ran off, cackling madly.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
