The Witch

The cabin, this time around, is made of a bunch of roots and tree-like growths a chaotic weave of knotted wood that if by accident just happened to resemble a room. On a gnarled cluster of wood which vaguely resembles a table is a pristine blade. The stairs leading down to the cabin's basement are made of wood too, how unique. "Something nasty finds itself on my stairs. Come on down, don't be scared. I probably won't bite." Her voice floats up from below, darker and more calculating. Things didn't go quite as expected last time; the Princess should be dead, but it seems as though events have somehow looped back around, even if there are differences to the cabin. "I recognize that scent as easily as I recognized your nervous little footsteps coming up the path." The Princess continues from further down the stairs, sounding markedly more... Predatory. With chilling undertones she concludes, "I know who you are, and I remember what you've done." At the foot of the stairs the Princess becomes visible and she, like the cabin, has changed. Her form is humanoid of course, but now her legs are structured like those of an animal with her clawed feet looking like those of a dog or cat, or a lion....she's kind of cute actually . Her fingers are similarly tipped with cruel-looking dark claws, and her arms and legs carry a fuzz of fur . The Princess' ears are pointed not unlike an elf's, and when she sends you a vicious grin, it's only to display the feline-like fangs she now possesses to match the flattened, broader nose which flares to draw in your scent. "And there you are, one hand tucked behind your back, gripping that sharp, sharp blade no doubt." She stands with both hands behind her back, as if hiding something. At least one of those hands is chained. "Well?" The Princess verbally prods, seeming annoyed at your silence, "I seem to remember you having a tongue." * those big bright yellow eyes seem to bore though you as she crosses her arms a smug smile playing on her face

• The night is drenched by the unceasing heavy snowfall outside and by what can only be described as intuition you awaken…intuition that says someones here a subtle but direct shift in the air the foreboding kind of shift right before something jumps out at you * as you look into the hallway You can just make out the shape of…someone nervous eyes reflect a vibrant blue with the moonlight seeping through from the skylight above Come on closer, don't be scared. I probably won't bite
• she crosses her arms a smug smile playing on her face * I'll play along for now