|Baba Yaga (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-12-11 22:15:00
|Entry tags:||baba yaga, challenge: threadmas, megan gwynn, zz:status complete|
10 feet of Crazy in a 5'4" Frame (Megan, threadmas)
Power? The City wanted power? There were dozen others it could have claimed, but it took her husband? It took her Viking king. She was tempted to raze large parts of the places to show just how much she didn't care for this situation. She was tempted to see just how many of its children she could turn into frogs or snakes; perhaps they could go about eating each other. The crone was more than ready to shove the City back into a human body and see just how much power it might need. It didn't even have a God to protect it. Stupid City.
Baba Yaga didn't stay in the castle. She couldn't. She took to the cabin more often than not; it seemed just as sad as its mistress. She wanted to hide away, but the cabin knew just as well as she did that the crone couldn't stay locked away forever. So, soon it did the only thing it knew how; it dumped its mistress out and walked away, taking itself to some other place and leaving her there on Dracula's lawn in little more than a black shift.
She sat there and stared, realizing the sun still shone brightly and the people still did as they did - lived. This angered her again, pulling her from the sadness and loss. She needed to make someone else hurt.
Rising to her feet, Baba Yaga started to walk with one thing in mind. Causing someone else pain, confusion, and then some.