Post by Yzma on Aug 18, 2007 17:19:38 GMT -5
It was calm and hallowed within the palace, but it wouldn't be that way for long. Yzma twitched her whiskers and looked around, rich hangings, gilded railings, the works. And there was no one here to stop her. Admittedly, those mice that she had had to deal with had been a handful, shrieking "Cinder-elly, Cinder-elly" as she chased them into the traps that Kronk had conveniently brought with them. She sashayed to the main throne room, her kitten tail held tight around the bottle of essence of human that was a key in her plan. She squeezed through the doors into the throne room. The opulence was much the same here. She cackled, even though in kitty form it was no where near as imposing as her real cackle. She fought with the stopper and drank the potion returning to her "beautiful self," although she more resembled a skeleton then anything that was alive.
She walked around, chaffing her hands and adjusting her head-dress every so often, slowly appraising the cost and value of all that she had come to conquer. There was nothing but a happy gleam in her eye as she contemplated the chaos that the morning would bring.
She walked around, chaffing her hands and adjusting her head-dress every so often, slowly appraising the cost and value of all that she had come to conquer. There was nothing but a happy gleam in her eye as she contemplated the chaos that the morning would bring.
