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Child of Blood and Bone
Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Oakfern, The Warrens
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
The witch stumbled into a wall, her hooves slipping on the moist stone. She couldn’t tell whether she’d been walking in circles or traversing miles, her sense of direction destroyed. She felt numb as though fire had raged through her insides, not ice. Her pelt was littered with cuts and scrapes from the rough walls and rocks when she fell, but she did not feel them. Wounds would heal, with proper care, they were irrelevant. She couldn’t feel her magic. Something had been ripped from her in the cavern, taken from her. Stolen. The connection was gone. Numb. Non-existant. Nothing.
There were no voices, no tricks that could save her now. Silence reigned save for her own footfalls and the drip of water on stone, her only companion the darkness. Darkness, ever present and inescapable, pressing in around her in
So as many of you may have read, my little witch came into a bit of grief in Oakfern last year. Luckily for her, she recently had a run in with a raven... and a wolf... and a snake... and has since been feeling a little more full of herself. You might say, she's as light as a feather. On a mission from a goddess, she returns to Blackwood after almost a year's absence, with her eyes turned to the throne, and then to the west. She's not going to reveal the full extent of her new prowess if she can help it, but she will be moving quickly now. She outwardly looks no different, save for the lack of her charms, but her reappearance may cause some suspicion about her previous whereabouts. Comment below or note me if your character is interested in any of the following:
-Being around for her official return (she's going to waltz back in like she owns the place)
-Sneering, jeering, rumours that she went away to foal etc
-Being a
-Facing her wrath for crimes against the 'fairer' sex (note: not for the faint hearted... or anyone who wishes to live)
-Any other plots you can think of, hit me up!
