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Midnightbackup
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The Sea Witch surveys the beach. Sea foam rushes forward and churns, crabs in rock pools scuttle. Seagulls cry out, flying overhead in tight circles, watching over the figure on the sands. A lighthouse sits far away on the horizon. She picks up a cuttlefish bone and examines it, before pocketing it with a brief thanks to the shoreline. Her eyes are grey stormclouds, her breath is ocean mist.
Far away, a spade spears the earth. The Garden Witch wipes her brow. Her hands pat the soil down. Her flower bed is in full blossom, her herb garden strong and hardy. No insects will eat away the leaves of her plants, no animals will take the fruit from her trees. Of that she is certain. For the soil is blessed, and the wildlife know her well.
The City Witch walks with her hands in her pockets. She melts into the shadows with ease. Neon signs shine upon her, favouring her outline. Men step out of bars and call out to her, but she only smiles, grits her teeth. In the city, she is always followed, watched in the dark. The patter of rat feet is never far behind.
-hhh I forgot how to do RP threads so bare with me if this is done wrong and also feel free to kill me for the title-
Far away, a spade spears the earth. The Garden Witch wipes her brow. Her hands pat the soil down. Her flower bed is in full blossom, her herb garden strong and hardy. No insects will eat away the leaves of her plants, no animals will take the fruit from her trees. Of that she is certain. For the soil is blessed, and the wildlife know her well.
The City Witch walks with her hands in her pockets. She melts into the shadows with ease. Neon signs shine upon her, favouring her outline. Men step out of bars and call out to her, but she only smiles, grits her teeth. In the city, she is always followed, watched in the dark. The patter of rat feet is never far behind.
-hhh I forgot how to do RP threads so bare with me if this is done wrong and also feel free to kill me for the title-