Walking on Thin Ice (201 views)

Shyanne’s Dress, Shyanne’s Hair, Shyanne’s Heels, Shyanne’s Crown

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Shyanne sat in one of the hollowed-out buildings in her district – the largest building in the area, the one she had deemed ‘hers’. Inside of the building it was kept snowy and icy, like something straight out of a fairy tale castle. Her throne was made if ice so cold to the touch that no one other than she could sit there comfortably. This was her way of ensuring that she didn’t have any competition for her district. The other Villains typically left her alone and didn’t bother her district. She was awfully adamant about being left alone. Whenever she caught this gross little bugs that belonged to Cliff she always complained to Fletch and told him to get his damn minion in line. He rarely listened and, ugh, it was so annoying.

Shyanne had minions of her own, many minions and people that lived in her district and had been influenced to help her for money and the desire to not be frozen by her as she had done to many traitors and annoying people she had put up with. She was examining her nails when one of her many minions entered her throne room, looking out of breath and confused.

”Your highness, I have a report.” The minion said. Shyanne lazily looked over at the boy. Ever since the fall of all the Heros in the city she hadn’t been worried for anything.

”Well?” She said, curtly, expecting the boy to hurry up.

”There’s a newcomer in town. He doesn’t seem to know where he’s wandered off to. I’ve never seen him before.” The informant looked up at her and now Shyanne could see the worry on the guy’s face. She drummed her manicured nails on the arm of her ice chair, and a white frost began to spread along the inside of the clear chair with every drum of her fingers. She demanded to know where this newcomer was and the man told her, and then Shyanne told him to get out of her throne room and once he was gone, she flicked her hair back behind her and strode out into her district to find this newcomer.

Shyanne rarely wandered her streets without purpose and many people eyed her but she ignored them. Behind her, cool breezes left people shivering. She rounded a corner of her district, which was glittering with well-kept beauty, as she saw an out-of-place boy meandering the roads and looking a little lost. He was cute, she thought. She came to a stop in front of him and gave him a beautiful smile, the crown on top of her head glittering in the scarce light the sun could get through the clouds.

”Hello. I am Queen Shyanne.” She introduced herself, offering him her hand as though she expected him to kiss it, ”Who might you be?”

Shyanne observed Brad’s reactions. He seemed scared, like he didn’t know what was going on. She couldn’t trust a new face – after the defeat of the Heros, who knew when the city would get some to fight back again? Anyone new was to be watched... kept under lock and key, perhaps... and, of course, their allegiance had to be won over.

Shyanne could tell she was having an effect on him. He was stuttering, seemed like he was going to oblige her and didn’t want to cause trouble. She smiled softly when he kissed her hand and got on one knee.

At least he knew how to greet a Queen.

”Oh, no. If you are a newcomer, I want to make sure you’re fully versed on the workings of my district. How long have you been in the city?” She asked. Obviously not long – he seemed like he didn’t know where anything was. There were no longer bustling people around. When Shyanne had come, they had left to go home. Or hide.

Shyanne waited for a response and, when she got it, she smirked confidently. Good. This guy seemed to be flustered, taken aback, and when he complimented her Shyanne labeled it as him being flustered with attraction. She looked over the man before him. He was cute, she’d give him that, and even if he was a new hero come to stop them, she figured seducing him to get his attention elsewhere would be easy.

”Thank you. My district is my pride and joy, after all. And I love to show it off, especially to newcomers who actually express interest in it,” She said, raising a finger up to the material of the clones shirt, grazing her fingers across his chest softly, teasingly.

”Do you have a name, or would you rather be called newbie for the whole tour?” She asked, her voice a low and seductive as she bat her eyelashes up at him.