witches brew

to be coded.

Witch's Cauldron She is a snake. Skin so brittle , almost like that of the dead leaves that cluttered around the trees. Autumn, it's cooling temperatures the middle man in an arrangement between the cold man of winter and the seductive woman of summer. she is no stranger to these lands, not anymore. but her face is something rarely seen among these parts. Only once before had her form grazed pathways with the valley. The bitch who had challenged a member before over the sheer wanting of a child she herself could never have. Her last known comrade , lover, and friend would have disappeared like the hidden signs of rain. A slow and painful process to watch , but soon easy to forget. She hisses with delight at that same exhilarating feeling of running over borders. No boundary would hold back this woman. She would hold back from barging in however - mind only silent as it would make note that she wasn't aware of who roamed this lands now. Time had passed after all. She would collapse down to the ground , like the fashion she had done times before now. Muzzle only slightly lifting to the horizon, due to wanting to keep the morning sun out of her eyes. And a smooth and cold call would made. She wondering if the woman who she had a frisky encounter with would be here. She wanted to take claim to that after all - perhaps now was as good a time as ever if she dared to show up. slither on, snake.

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fire 1, 2
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