Food for Witches

[luv 3469]

"You might find me strange for my envy of the butterfly. They are born like us, unequipt for the world, but should they manage to make it long enough they are given wings. They live long enough to see themselves grow into something beautiful."

 

The dark cavern would echo a symphony of dripping water. Nature granted the moon a small opening to shine through, which illuminated the cave to reveal a pool of water which mirrored the astralbody. A shrouded figure would stand along the water's edge and look up at the moon, a soft rhythmic hum would escape it. The feminine pitch seemed to ripple over the surface of the pond as the hooded woman raised a foot and stepped onto the newly formed ice before her. She moved with slow steps and the haunting chant forged a path of solid ice with each step. A pair of grayish hands would reach for the hood of her black cloak and pull it down to reveal sleeker back, snow white, hair. 

 

"There's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody; it won't leave my head. There is no other that could compare, and that's why I'm forced to sing you on repeat."

 

The walls of the cave were then coated in a bright blue light which had been sourced from the eyes of the woman. With each step she took the ice would become more and more solid beneath her. As she reached the opening her attention would be captured by rising smoke coming from the woods. The wind carried over the sounds of giggling children in the same direction, the deeper tone of a man's laughter would overpower them for a brief moment. She'd make her way to the water's edge and step onto the rocky riverbed. Through the foliage she could make out a man and two young boys at a campfire, a horse drawn wagon just behind them. She'd narrow her eyes on the trio whilst bringing her left palm against her stomach with a shutter. 

 

Visions of splattered blood against marble would cloud her mind. A chorus of masculine cries would surround her from all sides as her right hand rose to temple and her digits wrapped around her hair tightly. An abandoned library would be illuminated by the light by the same moon. It's radiance revealed many scattered books, bones, and a smashed bottle of rum. The sound of nails against a chalkboard would shake her vision as she'd find herself against the trunk of a tree only a few yards away from those at the fire. The man rose to his feet and looked in her direction, but not fast enough as she'd taken cover behind the tree. He made a gesture for the boys to go inside the wagon and they didn't object.

 

"Is there a hymn to bring me peace? Why were my wings replaced with fangs?"

 

Her eyes shot back open to reveal her nails digging through the intestines of the man who'd been sitting by the fire only seconds ago. Her hands forced the flesh and gore into her open maw and she stood no chance to her hunger. A piece of flesh fell from her lips as she'd look over her shoulder. One of the boys stood frozen in fear only meters from her. The other boy called out to him and began to exit the wagon.

 

"Not even a chance to grow their wings. Butterflies wouldn't make good food for witches."

[lemonke 6014]

"she will return sooner or later. " a halfling somewhere in a cold place  murmured beneath her breath, seeming wrapped in frightening thoughts as she observed an icy land  familiar to her

[lev 627]

“Winds howling...” Huw commented idly. 

[Nozgoth 3083]

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very neat!