In the first breaths of spring, a witch curls into the shadows. She is uncommonly found in the wee hours of early morning, long before the kiss of dawn rises on the horizon. Night's darkness holds her, cradling the witch where she walks in the thick of trees expanding over neutral lands. Calligo's embrace is a foreign one, a more unpredictable finger tracing her cheek when compared to Orien's divinity. But then again.. witch's have never been afraid of the darkness. They are born from it, revel in it. Even now, she is the monster that lies in wait, cocooned in the shadows under a starless sky. All she needs is her immortality to return.
In the gathering dark, she slithers from the tree line, picking her way through an outcropping of stones. The lonely mountain rises above her; a stark slab of rock that reaches heavensward like a closed fist. She almost finds the stairs that steeply climb to the temple hidden at the mountain's peak, but she turns away. Instead, the witch slips along the uneven stones, the soft glow of the crystal at her throat the only light born in the night goddess' shadows.
The flare of her power burns, a yawning dragon upon the precious gold of her second Sight. She aches for her lost immortality, but she cannot help but be grateful that at least one half of her gifts have found herself once more. The last time she had been upon this mountain, she had found herself lost within a shaman's cruel joke of maze. In the end, she had departed with her prize — a relic of opalescent, ancient power that now hides on a cord tied under the wilds of her mane. With it, she has become a Seer once more; just enough that the taste of her once-godly existence has rested upon her tongue. Now, she longs for agelessness.. just before she burns this world to ash and dust, finally able to return to her home among the stars above.
She is nearly there in her quest for power and immortality.. blind to her determination, just as she is half blind to the mortal realm.
The witch welcomes the deepening dark, as her lips curl into the shadows and smoke around her. A rumor had found her ears; a stretch of truth, a piece of information, what have her. A riddle, even. She was more than capable of discovering it's legality for herself, instead of waiting for the slumbering gods to act upon the wishes she had sent upwards in would-be prayers. Now, she crosses the threshold to the hidden caves, with hesitation nothing more than a skip in her dying heartbeat.
What you seek lies at the end of all things.
The truth lies in the caves that hide in the mountain like a tomb; a catacomb that could very well become her grave.
But still, she does not falter as she enters the black hole, where even the light of her crystal dares not touch the shadows that swallow her whole.
@isorath @kaisar @velorca
wanna do a thing? xD hehe
Thread inspired by this song by Florence + the Machine.
Velorca came to the caves more frequently than most, despite loathing being underground he found that they held many secrets — many stories, sometimes even lost trinkets and objects of power. He gleamed even in the thick murk of his cavern, the faintest of light straining to catch on his quicksilver thighs. In truth, he'd been learning about the Relic found not so long ago... the Relic everybody seemed to have forgotten. It's powers had not been seen, and the world of Novus had turned their eager eyes to War and love games.
Pathetic.
There was more to winning a war than armies, more to it than just physical fighting. He should have been proof enough for that. A serpentine smile crept onto his supple lips as the witch approached, melting backward so that she would not see him as she passed. She smelled fresh.. dewy — not what he'd expected from an immortal. Then again... The Witch of Delumine wasn't immortal anymore.
Oh yes, he'd done his homework on the owner of Tempus' Relic.
She walked without fear into the depths, so he followed her — though as the shadows consumed him he frowned, golden eyes staring hopelessly into the depths beyond. The Abigo Caves were known to be endless, never fully explored, some places had likely never ever been touched for thousands of years. The witch tread on, and perhaps she heard him as he followed, with no light behind to make him gleam.
She was not so stupid to think that he would not follow her. The witch welcomed it.
The darkness that swallows her eats away at the violet light emanating from her crystal. What is usually a vibrant, comforting thing, has been made a ghost of amethyst that cannot pierce that shadows that grow and slither across her rosy flesh. She can only sense that she is not alone, that he is there, waiting for her in the dark. The cave mouth has yawned open for her as she ventures ever deeper. Shivers dribble across her skin in flirtatious fingers, the cold of the underworld enveloping her close as if to say: Welcome back to Hell, witch.
A wicked smile tugs her lips, but it is drowned in the endless black that encompasses them whole. Her hooves click against the damp stones, but even the sound of her steps are muffled in the silence of this unholy place. And what better place than for a snake to find her? For surely the stench of parched earth and sand did not come from her.
Oh no.. surely not at all.
Deep within the mountain, in the catacombs that begin to wind and twist under a spear of rock, does the Witch Child’s step falter and stop. The crystal pulses, but it is the hidden Relic that begins to burn where it is hidden in beneath the tangled mess of her mane. Her beloved Sight does not need to tell her why the viper ghost has found her here. In the caves, alone, and in a god foresaken place.
Nimue’s lips crack into a twisted snarl. "Are you ready to come out and play?"
@velorca SPEED THREAD despite how overdue this is! Permission for everything under the sun, as long as her fate is left unknown <3
He followed her deep within, of course, his step pausing every now and again even as hers tread on and on and on. Deeper, they went. No night had ever been this dark — had light ever graced these halls?
"Are you ready to come out and play?"
Her voice snarls through the blackness, so close he could not help but to jump. The hair rose along the back of his svelte spine, but he only drawled;
"Thought you'd never ask.."
.. before he lunged, his white teeth could not even be seen through such thick darkness as they caught the
