We meet again my new enemy
The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky. A cool breeze swept the alienated street. Owls swept silently overhead. Even shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness. It was the witching hour, the one moment the spider-witch was able to see and enjoy the ghouls that seem to surround every region she visited, specially the Swamps which she made sure to make her unofficial home, in order to rest her old bonest. The winter cold came whispering sweet nothings, luring heat from tired muscles until they could rest no more. It caressed the witch skin until it stole the pink blush and replaced it with blue. Above was the beauty of the stars, and her mind roamed again how she will never be allowed to see the glorious sun again. Even if she was cursed she still had light, the only notion of brightness that she was always surrounded with came from a full moon, and even her light was a chilled silver beam.
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Letting her nose take in the scents in the air she smelled one that she recognized, what was it. Was it skunk? Was it dead crows? No those couldn't be it, it was...it was...it was that woman! What was her name, Cordalia? Either way she remembered her last interaction with the female to be unpleasant. The woman hadn't stuck in her memory much besides that. She hadn't thought that she would encounter them again in a situation such as this.
Figuring that continuing to try and sleep in this area probably wasn't the best idea she forced her begrudging body to get up and to a standing position. Joints moving slowly she walked towards an exit. However in her sleep addled mind Basilia ended up walking in the wrong direction. Instead of walking on the way leading away from the other female she ended up walking towards them on the way past. Tiredness really did nothing to help her state of being.
Mental illness, being crazy, loopy, insane, sounds amusing from the outside, not so much from the inside. For the spider witch everything was real, every psychosis. Imagine the worst nightmare you’ve ever had, take a moment to recall it. Then imagine you were unable to wake up from it because you were already awake. That is what it is like for her. All those bizarre ideas that make so much sense when she's dreaming start to make sense with her eyes wide open. It did not take long for a scent to drift towards her nostrils and oh, OH , she inhaled it deeply for it was familiar. It brought a disgusted expression towards her facial features and without a second thought the witch uturned on her heels towards the source. Sanity was overrated in the witch mind. Sanity was just a limited mind. Sanity was a mental operating system accepted by the masses of lupines as within normal parameters. She was not like this petulant child, she was something different and she will prove it. |