Morgain & Brigid: Cursing Ravina jerked her hand back. "filthy little," whatever it was that had forced her away wasn't the man she had been after. He didn't have that type of power. Rubbing her wrist where a wicked looking slash now marred her pale skin, Ravina walked away from the pool bearing unatraly sharp teeth, that, were she at home, would be one more mark of her beauty. Ravina, as an elf, was not one to take insult well. And this, she thought with a sniff of her dainty nose, was one hell of an insult. No one marked a royal and not exspect some form of retribution. The elfin courts were infamous for their public acts of punishment. Ravina knew for a fact that the Unseelie found the shows absoloutly delicous. And, just becose she was the last of the Royals, didn't mean that she could'nt live up to tradition. Not to would just be a waste, and that would be out of the question.