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What was Sheogorath cooking? - Anathema - April 28, 2025
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The forest seemed to clear out within a matter of days, from what she could tell. So Anathema stayed. Where else was there to go? The islands always called to her, always, but Accipitra had left them — and there was nothing more important than blood. Nothing that ran deeper than the black waters in their veins.So she stayed.
But over the course of those days, something changed within herself, too. She grew agitated; restless. Even her sister's company became an annoyance. Anathema wanted to see no one, nothing, and not even the critters were safe from her rage. She snapped up an unfortunate mouse as it tried to slip away, satisfied with the dying squeal and wet crunch of its demise. Unaware of the beacon her scent had become, she prowled on.
RE: What was Sheogorath cooking? - Aegaeon - April 28, 2025
As a rule, Aegaeon did not enjoy women. The only son of a witch who had desired daughters, the curse placed upon her in absence of sister and mother and nieces, he had grown first to hate himself — then to resent these differences, something more than just cosmetic. Men had laughed at him, at first; they'd teased him and taunted, pretty as a girl and quick to cry as one too. But they were honest, and he'd learned. He'd thrived in the company of men.
He'd sworn to never take a wife.
As a witch, Aegaeon knew an exception existed to every rule. He knew that, but even so, he hated her the moment he saw her. A chimeric little thing, thick in the limbs, all red and grey and black. Not pretty, but he wanted her, and he hated that.
A few quick steps brought him closer, bristling, and in an instant she'd turned on him with eyes flaring and teeth bared. A dance of razor edges and reddened lips; hard to tell whether the blood was hers or his, whether they fought or courted then. Soon they fell to a tangle of limbs, exhausted.
Soon he rose again and turned.
He did not look back.
He would not tie himself to a woman. Not again.