A WYTCH STIRS IN YOUR WOODS

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An elven traveller frowns at hearing of witches in the woods, recalling her own issues not with witches, but with Ghouls. She shudders slightly, already mourning the loss of another place to peacefully rest in. 

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The Wicked Wick of Wickwald Paulina van Kerzenwick read the Witch’s words and musings with great enthusiasm, a wide, chest-shire like grin growing soon her face. She nudged a couple of like minded people at her sides as she sharpened her recently blade.  “you lot ever fancy hunting a witch? you know, for practice?”

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@RedeemedAidan @EmiliainWonderland

 

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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭 peered at the missive, a copy picked up from the gutters of the city and dutifully brought home to her farmhouse.

 

“W-well I am the one paying taxes… so… technically this piece of forest is mine…”

 

She looked over to her beloved sheep -Shear-o and Yuki-  before realizing they were competing to eat a random missive that had fallen from its post in the forest,

 

”And whomst will clean this mess?” 
 

She asks rhetorically, snatching the half-eaten parchment from their mouths.
 

Crumpling the trash in to a ball, Marigold took one long, wary look in to the depths of the dark spruce forest before returning to her cozy cottage, locking the door tight. 

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A girl that had spoken to Cordelia, once, maybe twice. Though she knew it not, remained blissfully unaware of the witch in the woods. The small thing bumbled out of her cottage to tend to her sheep, ignorant of any threat at all.

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A child, somewhere far off, cackles with delight upon hearing such news. A witch…! A woman with wildness in her soul much like the girl’s own growing independent streak. What excitement.