_pandora_ (_pandora_) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-12-20 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | pandora, riley poe |
WHO: Pandora and Riley
WHAT: A demon pays a trickster a visit
WHEN: Backdated to a few days after the attack
RATING: Eh...probably low to medium. It's Pandora, after all.
STATUS: In progress
She'd heard there was commotion to be found, the past few nights; heard the deepening wolves got out of their little metal cages, and the demoness crowed with glee--on the inside, of course. What was wrong with a little bit of bloody mayhem in the night, on occasion? The wolves were so sweetly precious most of the time, with their back-woods accents and the smiles that could melt your heart right out of your body. But they were just like her. Monsters with faces of golden innocence, especially that Tobias boy; now there was a sweet child. Addled in the brain and with eyes that could ruin, and he didn't even know it...
But she'd heard tell that a certain puck had acquired injuries in the course of the mischief-making, and that...bothered her. Riley was hers, her friend, under her protection, and it made something deep and primal within her snarl in fury to know that something had harmed him. ...Something that wasn't her.
Not that she would, of course. She quite liked Riley. But still...it was there. This feeling of "how dare someone touch my property". Of course, he was seeing the pretty werewolf girl, and she understood that Riley was Ophelia's now too, but.
But.
But she'd hurt him.
The little demon-child strolled along the paths between the trailers, singing softly to herself; she was horrid with remembering where people's homes were, but Riley called to her. Smelled right, soul-smell, aged parchment and spice. She quite liked the way he smelled.
"Three little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away...ah!" Alighting on Riley's doorstep, she lifted a firm little hand and knocked.
"Oh, Mister Pu~uck~! Let me i~in~!"