Spinning the many paint brushes between my fingers I spun around, sending paint in every direction. Several canvases were set up to catch the flying colors. It had been so long since I was aloud the splendor of painting on real parchment. My life is a dangerous one. Underland may be a beautiful place. But one step into the Outlands and one can become lost in their devastation. Sadly I was abandoned in that place by my mother, left to die I suppose, though I cannot be sure of that. But I was not here to enjoy myself in the fineries of royalty. I happened to be on treacherous business. Who would have thought that a common assassin like me would be hired to kill a person of royal blood? The White Queen to be exact!
It's nothing personal, just business is all, along with a hefty amount of reward when the Red Queen takes the crown once more. Right now I was in the middle of showing off my other talent, other than killing that is. My fellow Outlanders call me the Painter for a reason. If I wasn't drenched in blood, then it was paint. Painting was my second passion, and my way of putting my targets off guard. At this particular moment the White Queen herself was standing off to the side. Observing me as I preformed my work, smiling I walked around the circle and observed each painting. There were five. But it was all one painting. Meant to be hung close together just not together, the painting was portraying the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard.
The White Queen seemed to glide across the courtyard. I noticed a strange man behind her. His skin was death pale; his hair was wired and orange. His clothing was strange; however is eyes were even stranger than his garments. They were vivid green, almost the color of poison. Holding up a hand I smiled at the White Queen. The paintings just needed one more thing. Taking in a large amount of air I sighed out what looked like a light purple mist. It swirled around me and then moved toward my paintings, soaking into the canvases.
Opening my eyes I bowed to the Queen and let her pass. Gliding past me with a smile she praised the work in silence. I watched as her eyes widened when she took in the fact that my art had literally come to life. The cherry blossoms were wavy in a light wind, flowers scattered across the canvases. I kept my head low, showing my acted respect for the Queen. Suddenly feeling warm breath on my face I looked up, to find myself face to face with the strange man. "If you please sir, it is rude to invade a woman's personal space without invitation."
I said each word with an undercoating of venom. He would make my job hard for me, I tell just by looking at him. He smiled, revealing a gap in his shockingly white front teeth. "I apologize, but I was trying to figure out how you got that splotch on your face, when was the last time you washed yourself?"