Table & Art by Vethysnia

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.

Amun Ra had not forgotten the agreement she had made with her sister. She had gotten distracted and was slightly late, true, but never did Amun forget a promise; especially when it included a relative. Fire pelt waved within the gentle breeze that stung her nose. It was terribly cold. The woman smiled as golden orbs spotted the temptress. "Ah sister, how it pains me to see you alone," she greeted. Amun offered a gentle head but to Thy's shoulder in greeting. The goddess then looked to her relative as if to say: See? I have not forgotten our arrangements. She sat now, a foot away from the darkened lady. Questioning eyes stared at Thys as Amun raised a brow. What had she been up too since their first discovery of each other?

Table & Art by Vethysnia

Upon this primrose sand, the hue as gentle on the eye as a vintage photograph, there is a steady warmth from the grains through the weather seems harsh. Already the stars glow as if they have kept a pocket of the daytime to shine all through the night sky. Sometimes the temptress would wonder if the earth and the moon choose to give of their borrowed warmth and light until the return of the sun, the brilliance forever promised at dawn. Such childish thoughts one might have in such serene evironment; enough to make one go mad, she reckoned. Until then, here she remained, bored, breathing deeply of ocean carried air, listening to the percussion of waves that has been her lullaby since she arrived. Something else accompanies the waves not long after, something heavier maybe; paws, closing in, shifting in the sand and the snow that was sprayed here and there, like powedered sugar. "I thought you might have forgotten." she hiseed demonically, dark and heavy sonnated vibrated through her throat and escaping her full, ebon maw. Her gaze fell upon the sand goddess, taking and registering each expression and movement. "You are late."she coeed, disgust obvious of her acutely beautiful visage, "You shall be proper if you want to call yourself my blood." a ghost of a smile spread across the woman visage, tugging gently at the corner of her lips. Before her attention shifted towards the horizon she gave a flick of her crown towards the place next to her, urging her blood to take a sit. "Tell me, are you familiar with our ways?"