As the allotted time draws near the steady summer heat becomes far less bearable. She never enjoyed it , never liked it. The trees that had kept the witch dry in every storm, offered shade in the heat. When there was no other rest to be found, they kept a welcoming patch of earth. That's where the skeletic witch would be on those long summer days, leaning on the tree -- forever listening.
A strong aroma found its way towards her nostrils ; taking deep inhales that would fill her lungs with not only oxygen but that unfamilar cologne of a male she has not meet. Seasons passed and she was still here, a captive of not only her brother but also the Demon King that she encountered last season. She thought she knew everyone but she must've been mistaking fore this cologne made the witch shiver -- excitement. She could tell it was drawing near with each inhale she took but fortune was not in her favor today fore the moment the sun rose this morning she became incapacitated ; tay blindness.
They are coming. They are coming our way.
Her hallucination made it clear that she was in their range of movement and yet she stood motionless, a ice cold statue forever leaning on the tree, unmoving.
Get up. We are not safe here.
They spoke of "we" as if a physical individual could touch them. Make no mistake, in the deranged mind of the witch they were as real as any other but she knew what they were. Demons. Ghost. Trapped into their mortal real but unable to get out, to get hurt by it.
Speech
Thou shall perish
Mature themed character; thread at your own risk, violence may occur without provocation. Has a Silver Fox named Briar and a Grackle named Hræfn. They are supposed to be with her at all times unless stated otherwise.
