Open The Heaven Gates

Bored, she was at loss of words and patience. Where in the loving hell could her sister be? She told her to meet her.  Boredom was soon to set in. And well, boredom made her sin. There was nothing that could be done to stop that once it was set in motion and the action that would follow were up to the universe. How tempting it was, to sin, to take, steal and embrace the darker entities within one mere carcass of existince. It was just so much easier to be bad. It felt so good to be bad. To take what she wanted, to do whatever the fuck she wanted, when she wanted. There was something seductive about willfully giving up you inhibitions, screwing the opinions of others and doing what makes you whole. Embracing the greater good for others? Why not do what makes you feel good, what makes you feel great. There was freedom in not caring, a kind of freedom that couldn't be achieved by doing something else.The gentle lapping of water to the shore drew the witch towards a unfamiliar beach. A desire around within her, to know about every terrain the area she choose to remain for Winter had to offer her.


The shore lies jagged, the rocky outcrops a torn piece of paper where they meet the rushing waves. The shore was everything at once, every sense bombarded in a way that brings the witch mind to elevated thought. Violet gaze, eyes open there was every shade of blue before her, every shade from white to browns and greys at ger regal pads. With her eyes closed she could feel and sense the cool, chilly breeze of winter, stealing warmth from her feline but giving her the taste and smell of the brine. The beach music takes command of her auditory system, audits flickering on top of her crown, with crashing waves and the cries of the gulls. The pebbles push into her teacup pads, shifting as her light, slim body leans more to one side or the other. Her weight changed and so did her balance, it was hardly noticeable yet but in time, it will show more.