the haunting

Oop, I should've noted, this is my only post in the thread! Sorry! No need to wait for me, haha @Casmir

Lakhesis followed. Her sister had been intent on something, her gait telling that she — or Atropos — had latched onto some lead. Some trail.

She stayed behind them, skulking, hidden in the shadows as she watched from a distance. Downwind. She would not be caught unawares again as she had with that large brute, outside the newborn's den. The breeze brought a scent to her nose, one of deer and mountains and youth. Lakhesis' large ears pricked, swivelling like satellite dishes as she tried to pick out what he had said. Did Shego suspect this boy? A boy? Clotho was many things, but a boy was not one of them.

Yellow eyes narrowed as she watched, and they suddenly flared as she caught Shego's uncharacteristically timid words. She suppressed a shriek as rage threatened to bubble out of her chest and escape from her throat. The boy was trying to lure her sister away! Away from her cause, away from their true purpose! Her hackles bristled as she jumped to the worst of all conclusions, hissing between her teeth at the boy and the scent he carried on his coat. She had not anticipated another witch in these lands.

He and his kin, she would make sure they suffered.